Page 42 of Redeeming Rabbit

“For science,” I agreed as anticipation of his next lick threatened to send me into a frenzy. The last thing on my mind was science, but I would have agreed to almost anything to get his mouth on me.

His tongue returned to my labia in another agonizing game of unhurried exploration. Pressure built and compacted until I was a bomb about to explode. With the blankets tented around us, I watched him lap at me, his eyes half-lidded as he held my gaze. As the last threads of my control unraveled, I fisted the sheets and swore. Then Rabbit slid one finger inside me and rolled my clit between his lips, sucking.

Yes. Yes! Ohmigodyes!

Millions of indescribable sensations washed over me. Rabbit’s eyes brimmed with ecstasy as he watched me come undone.

“Oh, God. Oh. Fuck!”

“My name,” he growled. “I want my name on your lips.”

He added a second finger, curling both forward to pound my G-spot.

“Yes, Roger. Oh. Right there.”

I shattered. My eyes slid closed to discover that stars were, in fact, dancing behind my eyelids. My entire body went limp as my bones dissolved into gelatinous goo. I was a puddle of pleasure, a liquified being of unstable matter.

His fingers slid from me, and he lowered his mouth to my pussy, lapping up the mess he’d made. It was too much. My hypersensitive flesh couldn’t handle any more sensations, but I lacked the energy to move or protest in any way.

He crawled up my body, and I convinced my eyes to open. Pride showed in his blue eyes, his pupils still dilated with lust. Licking his lips, he stared down at me. “So fucking sweet. I could eat you every day for the rest of my life.” He brushed the wild strands of hair from my face and looked into my eyes. “I love you, Poe.”

I’d never been so shocked in my life. Ever. It was as if someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over my head. I scrambled to sit up, sliding out from under him to press my back against the headboard. “No, you don’t,” I blurted as my previously satiated system now prepared for fight or flight. Was this Rabbit’s mystery affliction? Did he make it a habit of professing love to women after a single sexual encounter? “You can’t. You barely know me.”

The prideful satisfaction drained from his eyes, and he started to reply, but my bedroom door opened.

“El?”

Crap!Tina was here. Panicking, I shoved Rabbit off the bed. Naturally, the blankets went with him. His body hit the floor, and he cursed. I yanked on the covers, pulling them up to my chin while leaving him exposed. But he was on the opposite side of the bed from Tina. All he had to do was stay down, and he’d avoid being seen.

Tina slapped a hand over her eyes and turned away. “El?” she repeated, her tone uncertain.

“It’s not what it looks like,” I lied, trying to come up with an excuse—any excuse—to explain our situation, but my mind drew a blank.

“Are you… okay?” Tina asked.

Rabbit snorted and pushed himself to his knees, doubtlessly ready to lay into her for assuming I hadn’t wanted this.

“Yes.” I huffed out a laugh. “Just stupid.”

The instant the words left my lips, I knew they were a mistake. Rabbit didn’t make a sound, but he didn’t have to. His rigid posture and the hurt in his eyes said it all.

“Is that… Rabbit?” Tina asked.

Still kneeling on the opposite side of the bed in all his naked glory, he gave her a two-finger salute. “Hey, Tina, how you doin’?”

“She’d probably be doing better if you’d get dressed,” I snapped, the discomfort of the situation saturating my tone. I’d have to be ashamed of that later. Once I had time to process it.

Rabbit’s torso was fully exposed, showing off the muscles I couldn’t get enough of. Tina still had her hand covering her eyes, but the fact he’d let her see him naked irked me. Unreasonable, considering my panic-driven actions had led to his state, but I couldn’t help myself. I didn’t want anyone else to see him like this. Only me.

“What’s wrong, babe?” Anger laced his tone. “Don’t wanna share me with your sister?”

Was he for real? He’d just told me he loved me. That he wanted to spend every day between my legs. I’d obviously hurt him, and now he was immaturely returning the favor. “You’re diabolical.”

He grinned, but it was… off. Unsteady and fake. “Why, thank you.”

“I… I think I should come back later.” Tina took a step back, preparing to escape.

“No, don’t go. Rabbit was just leaving.”

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