Page 78 of Rebel Secrets
He spoke calmly and enunciated every word clearly, and my heart thumped a little faster.It almost seemed?—
No, I didn’t want to get ahead of myself.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, where do we go from here?Do you want us to go back to our respective corners and pretend it never happened?”
It sounded brutal when he said it that way, and my stomach immediately dropped at the thought.Is that what he wanted?
“Or do you want to see how much better we could be now?”
My stomach hollowed out, just before a fierce desire fired through my blood.I wanted that second option.His words hung between us like a promise.
“What do you want, Rebel?”
“I asked you first.”
His response made me laugh.I knew he was joking.His face gave nothing away, but I heard it in his voice.I don’t know how, but I just knew it was there.
His lips twitched, but the intensity in his eyes deepened, drawing me in.I almost felt a physical pull toward him.What would he do if I climbed on top of the table and slid into his lap?Would I shock him?
Hell, I’d shock myself.But I still wanted to do it.
I took a breath, my gaze holding his.After a lingering pause, he stood.I followed his every move as he walked around the table.Closer to me.His body loomed over me, and my mouth dried.My hands gripped the chair arms, making a conscious effort to remain seated.
Part of me wondered if this was actually going to happen.Were we?—
Yep, we were.
He reached for me, hands on my shoulders pulling me to my feet so he could kiss me.And when I mean kiss, I mean he kissed me with so much force, I had to reach for his shoulders and hold on.
I swore I felt every inch of his desire like a physical presence wrapped around me.I also felt the hard imprint of his erection against my stomach.His track pants hid absolutely nothing, and he was so very hard.
I lifted my hips into him, rubbing against that ridge, my own need getting more demanding.Every day since the wedding, it’d been growing, like a hungry little pit in my stomach.I'd tried to ignore it, but it just kept growing.And now he’d let it out of its cage.
I kissed him back with just as much passion, adding fuel to his fire.
Wrapping his arms around my waist, he lifted me off my feet and turned to set me on the table, not pausing our kiss for a second.I was impressed by his dexterity just before my hormones took over again and demanded more.
My hands slid down his back and under his shirt, seeking and finding warm skin beneath.That warmth seeped into my skin, shooting tingles up my arms and straight to my nipples and lower.
Every erogenous zone of my body said “Yes, more, please.”
And because I thought Rebel could read my mind, he slid his hands from my hips up my sides and cupped my breasts.I moaned into his mouth, my hands sinking into his back, nails probably leaving marks.
He groaned, a rumble in his chest that made me yearn to feel even more of his skin against mine.His head tilted, deepening the kiss as his tongue teased mine.And then it was no longer teasing but demanding.I was willing to give him anything he wanted right now.
I was willing to let him take me right here on the table.Or up against the wall.Honestly, I didn’t care so long as he filled this growing ache.
I pulled away, saw his eyes open, and his expression freeze.Like he was afraid of what I was going to say or do.He was afraid I wanted to stop.My stomach fizzed like I’d swallowed an entire box of those crackly candies.
“Door.”
The tension drained from his face, and he smiled.Getting one of Rebel’s smiles felt like I’d won the lottery.There’d been a time when I couldn’t imagine him smiling at me.And I hadn’t known then how much it would mean now.
Dangerous territory.
Fuck.That.
