Page 64 of Redeeming Rabbit

“Why are you alone on the floor of your closet?”

He shrugged. “It’s a tight fit.”

Was he trying to make light of the situation? “Do your brothers know? Have you told anyone what you’re going through?”

His silence confirmed my suspicions.

I practically growled in frustration. “Oh my god,why? These people genuinely value you. They’re protective. Just now, Morse wouldn’t even let me in until I convinced him I’m here because I care about you. He wants to help.”

Rabbit deflated, dropping his head to a hand to squeeze the bridge of his nose. “It’s not that simple.”

“Cool, because simple is boring.” I frowned as anger flared in my chest, stoked by frustration and hurt. He hadn’t trustedmewith the truth, either. “You could have come to me. The ability to figure shit out is one of my strengths. I’ve been called relentlessly curious a time or two.”

“And what if there’s nothing to figure out?” His head snapped around, and he finally met my gaze. “What if this is just me?”

His eyes were wild and tortured, fracturing something deep inside me. The realization that he didn’t believe he was worth saving honestly did me in. Couldn’t he see that in a world full of pawns and puppets, he was exceptional and unique?

And he loved me. Possibly enough to commit multiple homicides if my life was in danger. I should find that last bit alarming, but it frankly made me want to rip off my panties and ride him because he was exactly the man I believed him to be. He had issues he needed to sort out, but who didn’t? Now that I thought about it, what really pissed me off was the man who’d put Rabbit in this condition.

“I’m going to murder Cameron Chamberlain,” I gritted out through clenched teeth. “You’re in this closet because of him. Becauseheremoved your name from the list. His actions drove you deeper into your insecurities, and I will make him pay for thinking he can mess with my man. Because, like you, I protect what’s mine.”

I liked throwing his words back at him. And I loved the way confusion furrowed his brow as they sank in. Then, he looked at me as if seeing me for the first time. Instead of typical underwear, I’d opted for a crotchless black bodysuit with a complicated strap design. I’d purchased the slutty sister of Milla Jovovich’sFifth Elementbondage outfit as a thank-you for being my dinner date. Due to recent circumstances, it instantly morphed into a you-zany-fool-when-you’re-in-trouble-run-to-me-not-away outfit. And I planned to use it to lay down the law.

I had a brilliant idea.

“Am I—?” Rabbit’s gaze bounced upward for a split second before once again gobbling up his reward. He took in the garters circling my thighs and visually caressed his way up to the tiny lace thong beneath the crisscross of straps strategically placed to showcase my best assets. The diagonal Xs covering my nipples but barely containing my breasts caused his pupils to dilate. And though he wasn’t touching me, the guttural sound he made went straight to my core and sent flames racing over my skin.

My throat was a desert. I swallowed, coughed, and swallowed again. “Are you what, Roger?”

His gaze finally snapped up to meet mine. “Am I… yours? Your man?”

I’d shifted away to give him room, but the raw longing in his blue eyes tugged me back to his side. I pressed my forehead against his and breathed in his air, admitting the truth. “Yes.”

I barely got the word out before Rabbit stood, scooping me up in a masculine show of strength that made all my feminine instincts swoon. I looped an arm around his neck, copping a feel of his firm pecs as he carried me to the bed. Lying me down, he removed his clothing like a mental patient ripping off a straitjacket.

Was it wrong that the sight turned me on?

Now that I knew his secret, I was even more impressed with him. He had put himself in danger to protect me, after all, and seriously, what woman could resist that? Rabbit was mine. And he was never shaking me.

Apparently, Rabbit wasn’t the only one obsessed. I hadn’t seen that coming.

Gloriously naked, he stood beside the bed, scrutinizing my complicated strap bodice, his expression almost comical.

“How do I get it off?”

“No need.” I opened my legs to give him a peek at the design. “The panties are crotchless.”

He lit up like he’d won the golden buzzer on a talent show. Rather than jumping up and down and tearfully thanking the judges, he pounced on me and attacked my neck, making me laugh. We desperately needed to discuss what had happened, but now was not the time. He needed me, and I needed him. We both sobered, and he pressed his lips to mine in a gentle caress. Callused fingers traced the lines of the straps, teasing my skin as he deepened the kiss. His granite-hard cock pressed against me, leaking hot pre-cum onto my belly. He shifted his weight, removing his lips from mine to kiss down my body. As talented as his tongue was, I needed the comfort of a deeper connection. Suspecting he needed it, too, I latched onto his arms and halted his downward progress.

“I want you inside me.”

He lunged for the nightstand, but I stopped him again.

“I’m clean, and I’m on the pill.” I’d never had unprotected sex in my life, but I’d never been in a relationship before, either. If we were doing this, nothing should be between us. No secrets, no lies, and definitely no latex.

“You mean I can….” He swallowed and nodded, and the hopeful shift in his expression made my chest tighten again. “I’m clean,” he assured me.

His lips returned to mine, this time with a reverence that made my eyes burn. Trembling fingers lined his cock up with my entrance. He slid into me, releasing my mouth to hiss out a curse. I agreed with his sentiment. Sex felt immensely better without a condom. Rabbit's gaze snagged mine and held it captive as he pulled out and thrust back inside me.

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