Page 63 of Rebel Secrets
That’s not what you were doing for the past eight hours.
Images from last night flooded my brain like I’d accidently opened a porn site, and they were playing clips from our greatest hits.Vivid and shocking and…hot.So very, very hot.
Heat swamped my body, from my hair to my toes.And everywhere in between.I realized I was biting my lip only when his gaze dropped and his jaw clenched.For some reason, my gaze dropped to his lap.Oh, for fuck’s sake, yes, I was looking at his cock and, yes, there was definite movement under the sheet covering him from the waist down.Very low on his waist.
I remembered trailing my fingers down those defined abs, petting the silky dark hair that arrowed from his belly to his balls.Remembered cupping him in my hand and hearing him groan.Remembered?—
I dragged my gaze away and turned to sit on the edge of the bed.But of course, now he could see my naked back.And probably my butt and?—
What did it matter?He’d seen everything last night.
I swallowed hard.
I didn’t have to think very hard about what had happened last night.While parts of it were fuzzy, I hadn’t been black-out drunk.No, I’d drunk just enough to let some otherwise hidden desires come to the surface.
And then I’d acted on those desires.With the secret object of those desires.
“Erin.”
I made a sound when he spoke, a squeak or a hiss or just a breath that didn’t go down right.His voice saying my name scrambled my insides like a whisk scrambled eggs.It made me light-headed and brought up lots of other memories of him saying my name last night.Like when he made me?—
“Erin, you okay?”
I took a deep breath.And then one more just to make sure I could.
“Yes.”I spoke to the wall in front of me.“Yes, I’m fine.”
“Good.I guess that makes one of us.”
He sounded like he always did and yet… he didn’t.Rebel didn’t normally sound unsure of himself.He always seemed like he had his shit together.Even if I thought he was wrong about something, he knew he was right and didn’t care what other people thought.
Right now, though, he sounded confused.
I turned my head so I could just see him out of the corner of my eye.The bed wobbled as he pulled a few pillows behind his back and propped himself up.His chest remained on full display, and I couldn’t help myself.I turned a little more just be sure I could see it probably.
I think I saw nail marks.From where I’d raked the acrylic tips that I’d had done specifically for the wedding since my nails were shit from all the dishwashing and kneading.I had an appointment to have them removed Monday morning.They’d get in the way?—
Holy shit.I’d left marks on him.
My head snapped back around to stare at the wall again.
“Do you feel okay?”I forced myself to ask.
Maybe he was too drunk to remember anything.Maybe he would?—
No, I didn’t want that because then he hadn’t really wanted me last night.It’d just been the alcohol.
Maybe that was for the best?
Shit.
“Except for the fact that you’re ready to jump out of bed and run screaming?Yeah, I’m fine.”
I scrambled around on the bed, tugging on the sheet so I didn’t uncover anything I didn’t want him to see—again—and gaped at him.
“What?Like you’re not trying to figure out how you can climb out the window to get away from me?”
His mouth twitched, like he wanted to smile but wouldn’t allow it.“I’ve climbed in and out of that window more times than I can remember.If I wanted out of here, I’d be gone.”
