Page 19 of The Rebound
Oh my God, she’s dead serious. She thinks she’s unattractive like this. Unlovable. Is she insane? My dick is halfway to hard right now and she’s doing nothing but frowning at me.
“Kinley.” I reach out, my hand still pinky-laced with hers, to lift her chin. “You wanna know something?”
Our mouths are only a breath apart, tempting fate. She looks up at me through her eyelashes.
“Tell me,” she says, repeating my words from just moments earlier.
“Iwant you like this.”
The words come easily, like I’ve said them to her a thousand times before. But I haven’t. This is new, exhilarating in just howrightit feels.
“You’re just saying that to be nice,” she says softly.
I shake my head. “I’m not, actually. You’re beautiful. Sexy.”
“That’s not ...” Her eyes shine with emotion, and the blush on her cheeks grows rosier.
“You are,” I murmur.
“Saint ...”
I stop her by pressing my lips to hers, sealing our mouths together in a chaste kiss. Kinley whimpers against me, reaching a small hand around my neck to pull me closer. And when she opens her mouth to my curious tongue, I welcome the chase.
This has been a long time coming, and as much as I want to take it slow, to learn what makes her shiver, we’re both hungry.
I moan when she drags her fingernails against my scalp, reveling in the pleasure of it. When my hand ventures up her leg, she pushes her hips into my touch, daring me to go further. I worry that I’m crowding her when I guide her back against the pillows, but Kinley clings to me, starving for the connection of our lips, our hips.
My erect cock strains against the zipper of my jeans, begging for attention. Kinley is just as desperate, shoving the blanket between us to the floor and wrapping her toned legs around my pelvis, drawing me into her.
My curious hands have pushed her dress up over her hips, my fingers hungry to explore all the silky smoothness her body has to offer me. When my fingers brush the underside of her breast, Kinley gasps.
I break our kiss. “Wait,” I say, my voice coming out strained.
“Wait?”
I’ve never been the type of guy to stop a good time, so my words surprise even me. But the need to check in with her wins out.
“This is ... are you sure about this?”
She answers me with a kiss. A kiss so hot that I groan at the sensual strokes of her tongue touching mine.
When I caress her breasts over her shirt, she shifts.
“You can take it off,” she says, and my dick twitches possessively in my jeans.
With a nod, I help her lift both the shirt and the dress underneath up and over her shoulders, until she’s curled beneath me with nothing on but a pair of lacy underwear and a matching bra.
“Take yours off too,” she murmurs, her voice breathy as her fingers skirt along the waistband of my jeans, flirting with the grooves in my ab muscles.
When I pull my T-shirt over my head in one swift movement, her eyes widen, drinking me in.
“Wow. Your body is insane.”
As much as I enjoy her attention, I’m suddenly very preoccupied, lowering over her to press my lips against her neck—new territory to explore. Kinley bucks with pleasure, tightening her legs around my hips until the bulge in my pants is flush with her heat. I can feel her burning through my jeans.
Oh hell.
I trail kisses down her breasts, pulling the fabric away greedily to see her rosy nipples, peaked with excitement and ready for my eager mouth. When my lips brush against the sensitive skin there, Kinley shudders and grips my shoulders tightly.
