I started when Rebel came up behind me, turning slightly to see that he was too close. Instant heat surged through my body, the hair at the back of my neck rising from the heat of his breath. I took the plate that he was holding out to me and started to wash it.
"I’m wondering how I'm going to pay you back." I tried to calm my racing heart by breathing in slowly and ignoring the man behind me. That turned out to be impossible, because every time he exhaled it sent a shiver down my body.
"I'm sure I can think of a way."
Was his nose in my hair? I held my breath, swallowing hard. The warmth of his body created an inferno inside me. I didn't want to remember the way he’d been able to make me feel things deep inside with just a touch, but it was difficult not to. It had been so long since I'd given in to my sexual urges. There'd been plenty of men who'd tried to get me there, but none of them had been him.
I rinsed his plate and set it in the drainer. I knew that he was still there, and yet I turned around anyway. Suddenly his arms were on either side of me, fencing me in against the sink. I caught my breath and raised my gaze to his, seeing the smoldering flame in his eyes. The stamp of raw desire on his face caught me unaware. Just a moment ago we'd been conversing like two normal people.
Like friends, almost.
"I'm not going to use my body to pay you back," I said weakly. I wasn't a whore.
He laughed softly. "Baby, your cunt would have to be gold to be worth that kind of money."
The prick! I reached up to slap him, but he was ready for me, catching my wrist in mid air. The next thing I knew he'd pinned both of my arms behind my back and we were flush. I gasped, feeling his enormous erection against my lower belly, remembering just how satisfying his long, thick cock had felt inside of me. My pussy clenched with need. No! I refused to give in to my baser needs before I was ready. Four years ago I hadn't had a say, but I did now, and I wasn't about to let myself be used.
"Let me?"
My words were cut off by the hard, firm pressure of Rebel's lips. His kiss claimed my mouth with ease and expertise, and I hated him for it. I hated him because my will, already weakened, to give in to him was close behind. I struggled against his brutally hard body, closing my mind to all of the pleasures I knew he could give. Struggling against him was my undoing, because the only thing my brain registered was the hard cock that was digging into me. Liquid heat pooled between my legs, dragging a moan from me.
My lips parted beneath his, allowing his tongue entry into my mouth. Our tongues embarked on a battle of give and take, tasting, exploring, and claiming one another. His groan vibrated against me. I knew that I was in trouble when he began to grind his hard-on against me, and the hands that were holding my wrists imprisoned at the small of my back tightened. He transferred both wrists into one of his large hands and clamped the other one at my waist. I was weak with arousal by the time his hand glided up beneath my crop top to cup my breast.
I pressed my flesh out instinctively, trembling wildly when he plucked and tweaked my nipple. Suddenly I was thrust back to four years earlier, when nothing had mattered except for the mind-numbing pleasure that had coursed through my body, allowing me to forget, if just for a moment, the impossible situation that I'd been thrown into. I'd willingly offered my body to Rebel back then, as I was doing now.
I was so weak!
I vaguely heard a phone ring, my whimpers all but drowning out the sound. Rebel groaned, pulling away. I was certain that my expression mirrored the raw lust that I saw on his face, with burning eyes and flaring nostrils. We were both out of breath. But by the time Rebel answered his phone, one would never have guessed that we'd been in the middle of consuming each other with a kiss. He sounded in control.
"Yeah?" he growled, pulling away from me.
I relaxed against the sink, gulping in deep breaths, my heart all but pounding out of my chest. How could I have let him get to me so fast? I watched, because I was too weak to move, as Rebel walked away from me. He was totally engrossed in his conversation, while I was left breathless and trembling with arousal. How could he turn it off so quickly?
When he turned back toward me I could see that he was still sporting a strong erection. Our gazes met, and my clit throbbed.
I had to get out of there!
I ran to my bedroom and locked myself in to get dressed for work.