Page 31 of Ruthless

Rebel dismounted his bike before I even had the chance to take off running. He was a couple of steps behind me when I stumbled in my stupid heels. With a squeal, I felt myself falling, but then he was there, his strong hands catching me around the waist. He half-lifted, half-pushed me under the protective overhang of the building. Laughing, soaking wet, I found myself being spun around, and then my back was up against my door. Rebel moved in close until we were flush, fitting his hard body against my softer curves. I froze, barely able to breathe, as he lowered his mouth to mine.

I opened my mouth to his instantly, meeting the thrust of his tongue with a moan of desire. Heat immediately consumed me, and I brought my arms up and linked them around his neck. He groaned low at my submission, grinding his hard cock into me as I fingered the hair at the back of his neck. His kiss was rough and persuasive, leaving my body on sensory overload. I felt wetness pool in my panties, my clit throbbed, and I tried to close my legs to appease the building ache there. Rebel's hands twisted in my wet hair as he ground his mouth against mine.

The feel of his hands opened up a volcano of need inside of me. Rebel didn't just touch me, his hands explored my curves with a hunger that was almost frightening. The heat of his palms cupped my breasts, his thumbs flicking at my already erect nipples, before he covered the full mounds and squeezed them almost too roughly. His deep groan revealed that his control was slipping. I whimpered with pleasure when his hands glided down my sides, then back up to caress my breasts again.

Our lower bodies thrust against each other, straining toward something just out of our reach. In spite of the clothing between us, it felt good. Really good. I ran my hands over Rebel's wide shoulders and down his super defined biceps, clenching my nails into his flexing muscles beneath his t-shirt. The man took care of himself, he was hard as a rock, everywhere. I could feel the size and power of his thick thighs against me and the way that they tightened when he ground his cock into my soft belly.

I was fully engrossed in what he was making me feel. I was so wet and needy between my legs that nothing else mattered, not the storm, or the fact that we were still outside where anyone could see us. Darkness was beyond the dim yellow light that was flickering just outside my door, but it might as well have been a floodlight. The longer Rebel kissed me, the weaker I grew.

I needed him.

I wanted him more.

So it surprised me when I found the strength to plant my palms against his chest and push him away. We were both out of breath, our hot breaths mingling where our lips were poised, wet and swollen. Rebel was a lot taller than me, but he'd remained bent at a level that put our faces within inches from each other. My pulse was racing wildly, and I clutched the material over his pecs to remain on my feet.

"That was some fucking kiss," he rasped, his nostrils flaring.

"It was intense," I agreed, trying to slow down my breathing. Lightning lit the sky, the bolt that flashed across the sky reflecting in our eyes. Suddenly, both of us realized the urgency that we had to get inside.

"Let's go inside." He dug for something in his pocket, the key, and pushed me in ahead of him.

I heard him close and lock the door behind us, continuing further inside. "I'm going to get a quick shower." I would do that, and then check on Della before turning in.

"Running, angel?" I heard his hoarse, amused tone behind me.

Damn him, he knew what he was doing to me!

So yes, I was running.

It was called survival.

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