Page 39 of Redeeming Rabbit

I sniffed, and once again, my stomach roiled. “We really need to air out this room.”

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By the time I brushed my teeth and washed my face, the ibuprofen had kicked in, and my clothes were dry. Rabbit left me to dress in his room, insisting he knew the best hangover cure and would meet me in the kitchen. When I joined him, he was making us omelets, hash browns, and coffee. I offered to help, but he refused my assistance, instead pulling up a chair and instructing me to sit. As he worked, he entertained me with ridiculous stories about the bikers I’d met last night. I laughed until my cheeks hurt, marveling at how much I enjoyed his company. Despite spending most of the night with my head in a bucket, this was by far the best date I’d ever been on. And I wasn’t even sure it had been a date.

As we ate, I sneaked glances at him. I’d considered him attractive since we first met, but the more I got to know him, the sexier he became. He asked me several questions and wasn’t intimidated by my knowledge. The way he listened without interrupting and appeared genuinely interested in what I had to say was hands down the most potent aphrodisiac I’d ever experienced. It made me wonder what he’d be like in bed. Would he pay attention to my reactions and make it pleasurable for me? Judging by the rigid bulge in his pants, he was thinking about it, too.

The bike ride back to my place was torture, but in the best way. Now that my head no longer throbbed and my stomach was mostly settled, I was acutely aware of his firm abs beneath my hands as I kept my nose buried in his leather vest, breathing in his masculine pine scent. The bike vibrating between my legs didn’t help matters. My skin felt painfully tight, my body achingly empty as we reached my condo. Tension charged the air between us as we made the short trek upstairs to my apartment in silence. I wanted to kiss him as soon as he closed and locked the door, but I hesitated. I’d made my sexual interest known last night, and he’d rightfully turned my drunk ass down. This time, should I wait for him to make the first move? Studies show men appreciate women who initiate sex. However, I didn’t want to appear intimidating or desperate.

While I was still trying to decide how to make a move without terrifying the man, he plopped down on the sofa and turned on the television, opening the app I’d used to watch talent show shorts and patting the cushion beside him.

As he queued up the first video, I determined it was time to convince him we had better things to do. Taking the seat he’d gestured to, I leaned over his lap, grazing his chest with my own as I reached for the magazine on his other side.

Rabbit sucked in a breath.

Fighting back a grin, I scooped up the magazine and languidly wiggled back into my seat. I’d unintentionally settled my hand against his upper thigh to support myself. As I nestled back into my space, I left it there.

Rabbit appeared to be holding his breath. The tent in the front of his jeans had grown and now looked painfully crooked. He adjusted himself, and I realized I was staring.

“Your penis looks cramped. That can’t be good for blood flow.”

His eyebrows shot up. “You… you think I should take it out?” He sounded hopeful yet hesitant.

I opened my magazine and pretended to scan an article. “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

He studied my face as if looking for a deeper meaning, but I was careful not to give anything away. This was just sex. Hopefully mind-blowing, world-rocking, earth-shattering sex, but I was trying not to get my hopes up. His heated gaze traveled down the length of my body, and I felt as if I were teetering on the edge of a raging forest fire. One wrong move and I was toast.

Or, I could find out I enjoyed dancing in the flames.

“I am. Uncomfortable, that is,” he said, his voice low and husky as his gaze dipped to my pants. “Are you?”

His attention blistered me, but I reveled in it and fanned the flames. “I’ll remove mine if you remove yours.”

He swore, and his eyes darkened, but instead of acting on my offer, he froze and made no attempt to remove his jeans.

I sighed. Subtlety was getting me nowhere fast. It was time to kick this little journey into the next gear. “Roger.”

He tried to say something, swallowed, and tried again. “Yes?”

I ripped my shirt over my head and set it beside me on the sofa.

15

Elenore

Rabbit immediately homed in on my lacy bra-covered breasts like they were as priceless as the Hope Diamond.

“Can I…” He cleared his throat. “May I touch you?”

Intending for him to do much more than simply touch me, I moved, throwing one knee over his lap to straddle him. Surprise lit up his face, and a devilish grin tugged at his lips as I settled onto his lap. Since I still hadn’t answered his question, I grabbed both his hands and planted them on my bra cups.

Surprise turned to awe as he gently squeezed and then started petting me through the soft fabric. “Your tits are fuckin’ incredible.”

He turned his hands and grazed my sensitive nipples with the backs of his fingers one at a time, sending shockwaves of pleasure directly to my core.

I sucked in a breath as I processed the delicious feeling, but I wanted more. And since Rabbit didn’t respond to subtlety… “This is the part where you carry me to my bedroom.”

He chuckled but dropped his hands to grip my ass and stood. I wrapped my legs around him, lost in the press of his firm bulge against me.

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