Page 65 of Rebel Secrets
Then he grabbed the comforter covering his waist and all the interesting bits below, and I made another one of those embarrassing squeaks and turned away as he threw the comforter off.Which was ridiculous.I’d seen it all last night.Touched almost every inch of him.And enjoyed every second.
Hell, we’d had sex last night.More than once.
And I wanted him again.
I was being ridiculous, but then everything about this situation was ridiculous.The bed shifted as he got up, then I heard drawers open and clothing rustle.
“It’s safe to look.”
Humor laced his tone, and my cheeks flushed.
“Be right back,” he said and was out the door a second later.I only got a glimpse of his ass in a pair of gym shorts before the door closed behind him.
I scrambled off the bed and ran for the bathroom.Two minutes later, I came back into the bedroom, trying not to trip over the sheet I’d wound back around my body.I froze when the doorknob turned, my heart pounding at the thought that we’d been caught.
Then he walked in, like we hadn’t just spent the night together and, if anyone found out…
Honestly, I think if anyone found out, they wouldn’t believe it.
Rebel watched me as he set my overnighter on the bed.
I was reaching for it when he said, “You wanna talk now or later?”
My hands froze halfway to the bag, but I forced myself to grab the tab and open the zipper, keeping my gaze firmly away from him.
“I don’t think talking about last night is going to change it.”
“Who said I wanted to change it?”
My gaze snapped back to his as he settled back onto the bed, hands laced behind his head.My mouth dried at the sight of his six-pack abs, on full display.His shorts hung low on his hips, and the broad chest and the trimmed stubble on his cheeks and chin.I’d thought he might shave it completely for the wedding.I’m so glad he hadn’t.I could still feel his whiskers on my skin.I probably had patches of whisker burn on my thighs.
Then his words sank in.
“I don’t… What?”
“Why do you think I want to change what happened?”
I blinked at him.“Because… Well, I guess?—”
His gaze narrowed.“Do you want to forget it happened?”
I didn’t know what to say, couldn’t find the words I wanted to use.And that was a shock.I was never at a loss for words.This is what he did to me.
When I didn’t answer, he leaned forward, grabbed the bag and pulled it toward him.Since I still had my hand on the zipper, I started to lean forward, until I had to catch myself with my other hand on the bed.Which meant I released the sheet.
It loosened, and the front gaped, making me gasp and release the bag while I grabbed at the sheet and scrambled off the bed.Rebel’s gaze slipped to my chest and lingered there, lust transforming his expression into one I’d only ever seen last night.
Rebel wanted me.I mean, I knew he’d wanted me last night.He’s beenhard.I can’t believe he still did this morning, though.It just didn’t make sense.
We hated each other.
Except, no, we didn’t.
When his gaze finally lifted, I thought I might combust.It felt like tiny fires flamed under my skin.The heat in his eyes scorched, matching the intensity of last night.I couldn’t breathe.
“Erin.We need to talk about this.”
I knew one thing.I didn’t want to talk about it now.
