Page 40 of Redeeming Rabbit

I expected him to start walking, but he nuzzled my neck with his nose instead. “Kiss me first.”

All too willing to oblige, I pressed my lips against his. Fireworks exploded against my eyelids, and my need for him became a cavernous, bottomless pit. Our tongues tangled clumsily and then danced, exploring and tasting. When we came up for air, I was vaguely aware of a scenery change. We’d made it to my room. Stopping at the foot of the bed, he set me on my feet and stepped back as his heated gaze swept over me. I wanted to object at the sudden distance between us, but we’d need the space to undress to take this to the next step. I reached for my bra clasp, ready to get this party started, but he stilled my hands with his.

“Let me.”

Unable to refuse, I dropped my hands to my sides. Callused fingers trailed over the bare skin of my arms, from my wrists to my shoulders, and then down my back. He took his time locating the clasp. He pulled it away from my skin, and his hands were shaking. I opened my mouth to reassure him this was just sex and nothing to be nervous about, but the reverence in his eyes took my breath away.

The clasp popped free.

He watched with rapt attention as the straps slid down my arms. Goosebumps rose in the wake of his gaze as heat pulsed between my legs. He was so intense, his attention too consuming. The annoying little voice in my mind advised caution, but my bra hit the floor, and he broke from his trance. His gaze snapped back up to my face, and the longing in his eyes made my knees weak.

I’d never felt more desired in my life.

I don’t know which of us moved first, but our lips crashed together in a hot, passionate claiming that drove all thoughts from my mind. My hands raced over the front of his body in a frenzied exploration. At the same time, he caressed the bare skin of my arms and torso with feather-soft brushes of his fingertips. He tore his lips from mine to trail soft kisses along my jawline, and I growled in frustration.

He chuckled. “What’s the hurry, Poe? We have all day. I’ve been fantasizing about you since the moment we met, and I’m damn well gonna take my time savoring you. When I finally sink my cock into your pussy, I want you drenched and needy for me.”

How much more drenched and needy could I get before I combusted? I was panting now—yes, panting—unable to draw enough oxygen into my lungs. Empty and aching to be filled, I had to purse my lips closed to keep from begging him to just fuck me already.

“I know what you need, and I’ll give it to you. Trust me.”

Another soft kiss to my jawline, followed by a goosebump-inciting stroke down my back that ended in a surprisingly rough ass-grab. So many sensations. My brain could hardly keep up.

“But I intend to learn every inch of your body. Discover all your erogenous zones so I can claim every fucking one.”

Typically, I encouraged education, but the ache between my legs demanded he fuck me now, study later. Still, that annoying little voice of reason wasn’t keen on the idea of being claimed. This was just supposed to be sex. Sure, if we continued to show signs of compatibility, it might develop into a committed relationship. But that would be down the road. Rabbit was worrisomely protective. And I still didn’t know what demons he was fighting.

What am I getting myself into?

“Stop thinking and relax,” he growled, and his mouth retook possession of mine. As he deepened the kiss, he pinched my nipples, rolling the calluses of his thumb and index finger over my sensitive skin.

Thoughts and worries fled once more as I lost myself to the sensations. Rabbit kissed me like he’d been waiting his whole life for the privilege, and the manner in which he worshipped my mouth with his tongue was empowering and intoxicating. All my neurons were saturated in sensations. Desperate for him to be inside me, I fumbled for his fly.

A whimper escaped me as he grabbed my hands, keeping me from my prize.

Releasing my lips with a low growl, he said, “I’m setting the pace.”

My inner control freak wanted to argue, but he wrapped one arm around my lower back and drew me against him, angling my torso upward. When he dipped his head to lick my left nipple, all that came out was a groan. Overwhelmed by the mix of agony and ecstasy, I squirmed and attempted to rub myself against him like a cat, fighting for more contact as he held me still through another measured swipe of his tongue. The bastard languidly circled the areola before drawing the hardened flesh into his mouth. All the while, he continued to fondle my right breast, blissfully ignoring the sensory struggle he was putting me through. When we both groaned this time, his heated rumble against my responsive skin sent blood racing straight to my vagina. Not only was he fully aware of what he was doing to me, he was torturing himself. The self-control he exhibited while tuning me to his ministrations only made me want to attack him more. I’d never been so turned-on in my life.

Pulling back, he released my nipple with a pop, eyeing the opposite breast. I covered it with a hand, forcing him to meet my gaze. The blue of his eyes had darkened and now blazed with lust, making my brain short-circuit. It took me a moment to remember why I’d stopped him and even longer to form my request as if my vocabulary had been deleted to make room for more base emotions.

“R-remove your shirt first.”

His biceps and forearms flexed in the most mouth-watering ways as he reached over his head and gripped the fabric, tugging it up and over his head. All I could do was stare. My God, the man was glorious, all hard lines and corded muscle. Colorful tattoos decorated most of his upper body, and the art only added to the mouth-watering perfection. Temporarily distracted by the intricate seascape design that covered his left pectoral, I traced a line with my fingertip, following it to his nipple.

He shuddered and closed a hand around my finger, pulling it away. “Later,” he rumbled. “It’s still my turn.”

Before I could object, he attacked my fly and tugged down my jeans. A flash of trepidation hit me, courtesy of yesterday’s panties, which I was still wearing since he hadn’t washed them, and I’d had nothing else to put on. I instinctively pulled away. As if reading my mind, he clutched the fabric and tore it in two before my insecurity could interrupt the mood. The unexpected show of aggression probably should have been concerning, but my body’s reaction had nothing to do with fear. Heat pooled between my legs, and I gasped as he released the ripped fabric, and it fluttered to the floor.

Fully exposed and vulnerable, I faced him, trying not to wilt beneath the heat in his eyes.

“Oh yeah, I’m definitely gonna explore every sexy inch of you.” His gaze scorched a trail over my body. “I’m gonna touch you. Everywhere. First with my hands, then with my tongue.”

He licked his lips for emphasis, and my core quivered in anticipation.

“Then finally, when you’re thrashing and shuddering beneath me, I’ll fill you so full of my cock you’ll never want another. From here on out, I want my name to be the only one you scream.”

My mind criedred flag!even as my body melted against his. Possessive promises shouldn’t be this freaking hot. They should terrify me. Or not, since it was just dirty talk of no real consequence. We’d known one another for less than a week, so he couldn’t seriously mean what he’d said. Regardless, my body craved the depravity he’d promised, easily overriding my mind and making me whimper in response as he led me to the side of the bed and pulled back the covers.

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