Page 98 of Rebel Hawke

“This is the choir loft, Little Bird. If you sing up here, it’s going to project out across the entire space. Even that band isn’t going to be able to cover it, so you have to be quiet. Do you understand?”

She issues a little mewl against my lips as I dig my fingers into her hip.

“Are you sure?”

A groan of frustration travels up her throat, and she tugs on my lapels again to pull me even closer. The tiniest hint of anger flashes in her gaze. “I need your cock inside of me. Right here, right now. I don’t care that there are four hundred people down there. I don’t care that somebody could come up those stairs and find us. I just needyou.”

There it is.

The thing I needed to hear and the one way to flay me and make it impossible to say no to her.

Tovoiceit.

For her to tell me exactly what she wants and how she wants it.

I fought so hard to get her to open up to me about sex, about what she needed from me, to teach her to let go and to give herself over, and to believe that, in the end, I would show her all the things she’d never had before.

Hearing those words from her lips after this long causes a positively feral snarl to roll through me.

While the thought of fucking her with everyone oblivious below us certainly holds an appeal, I’d much rather we were back at home, where she wouldn’t have to bite back anything. Where she can beg and scream and be as loud as she wants.

But that isn’t in the cards tonight.

Not with as desperate as we both are.

I spin her around to face the brick wall and push her up against it. She issues a little yelp, pressing her cheek to the rough surface and watching me from the corner of her eye as I reach down to start gathering the skirt of the feathered gown.

Fuck, do I love this woman.

In the time we’ve been together, I’ve fought the words.

I don’t know why, other than fear.

Fear of losing her, of losingthiswhen so much else is on the line.

But I can’t restrain them now.

I can’t pull them back any more than I could deny her request tonight.

Because I love her too much for that.

I press my lips to her cheek, holding them there. “You know how much I love you, don’t you, Little Bird?”

She sucks in a sharp breath and squeezes her eyes closed, nodding. “Yes.”

“Good, because the way I’m about to fuck you, it might feel like I don’t.”

Wren shudders, and I finally get the bulk of her dress up around her hips, exposing her bare ass cheeks in the tiny thong she wears underneath it. Using my body to keep her pinned, I reach down and undo my fly, freeing my cock. It jerks in my hand, and I stroke it slowly, the pleasure already coursing through me nearly uncontainable.

I nudge her stiletto-heeled feet wider and tug the thong to one side, so I can glide the head of my cock through the moisture already pooling at the apex of her thighs. “Fuck, Wren. I have been dreaming about this…”

“Me, too.”

Even between her strained, heavy breaths, the sincerity of her words and the depth of her desire hits me square in the chest, and I don’t hesitate for a second before I push into her in one long, determined stroke that has me bottoming out inside her with a grunt.

She gasps, and I slide the fleshy part of my hand between my thumb and forefinger into her mouth to silence her.

Wren bites down and clenches around me, and my cock throbs inside her hard enough that I have to grit my own teeth to keep from coming already.

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