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Rex nodded slowly, a faint smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "True to my word. What is it you want, Laurel?" His eyes flicked to the side, considering. "The watercolor, perhaps?"
I shook my head, gathering my courage. This might be my only chance. "I want you. For one night. You, naked in bed with me, making love."
His eyes widened, and I rushed on before I lost my nerve. "I want to see you unhinged, as wild as I've dreamed you could be. As out of control as you're comfortable with."
The silence that followed felt endless. I watched his face, searching for any hint of what he was thinking. His expression was unreadable, but I could see the tension in his jaw, the way his hands clenched at his sides.
"Laurel," he said finally. "Is this truly what you want?"
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. My heart was racing, and I could feel heat rising to my cheeks. But I didn't back down. I met his gaze steadily, silently challenging him to deny me this one request.
He took a step closer, and suddenly the small studio felt even tinier. His presence filled the room, making it hard to breathe.He reached out, his fingers ghosting along my jaw, barely touching the bruise on my cheek.
"One night," he said softly, his eyes never leaving mine. "No strings, no expectations beyond tonight. Is that what you want?"
I swallowed hard, nodding again. "Yes," I said. "That's what I want. All of you, for one night."
Chapter 27
Laurel
I didn’t wait for Rex to answer. My hands flew to his face, cupped his jaw, and I pulled him to me. Our lips crashed together in a desperate, soul-searing kiss.
It wasn’t gentle or soft. It was raw and needy, filled with all the pent-up emotion and desire I had been holding back. Rex responded instantly, his arms wrapped around me, crushed me against his chest.
I poured everything into this kiss - my fear, my loneliness, my longing. For weeks, I had been drowning in darkness, suffocating under Alain’s cruel manipulation. But here, in Rex’s arms, I felt a spark of something I thought I had lost - myself.
His lips moved against mine hungrily, and I matched his intensity. My fingers tangled in his hair, held him close as if he might disappear at any moment. I needed this. I needed him.
His hands roamed my back, pressed me impossibly closer. A soft moan escaped me as his tongue swept across my bottom lip.I opened for him eagerly, desperate to taste him, to lose myself in this moment.
The kiss deepened as my need for him consumed me. I tugged at his shirt, desperate to feel the skin beneath. With a sharp move, I ripped open his buttons, the shirt tore slightly.
The sight of his naked chest made my breath hitch. Muscles rippled beneath his smooth skin, and I longed to run my hands over every inch. I didn’t hesitate, let my fingers explore the contours of his body while my mouth latched onto the pulse point at the base of his neck.
He tasted of wildfire and sin, and I wanted more. My mouth trailed lower, sought the firmness of his pecs, my tongue swirled across his skin in a delicate dance. His hands tightened in my hair, guided me, but I was eager, needed no instruction as I branded him with my mouth.
My name tore from his lips like a prayer as I made my way down his body, his breath came in sharp gasps. Before I could go further, he grasped my hair, held me still. I looked up at him, my eyes sparkled with lust, and he returned my gaze with an intense, primal hunger.
His mouth was demanding, his kiss turned fierce as the control he always kept so tight finally slipped. I moaned into his mouth as his kiss turned rough, his tongue tangled with mine in a dance that was primal and desperate. I wanted to relish in this wild, raw side of him tethered to me.
His hands were everywhere, mapped my body like a man possessed. He gripped my hips, his thumbs dug into my skin as he pulled me against him. I felt the hardness of his arousal, and it set my own body on fire.
I had dreamed of this. Dreamed of seeing him lose control, of witnessing the raw, unguarded passion that lay beneath his icy exterior. It was intoxicating, and I couldn’t get enough.
I needed to feel him. Now.
My hands went to his belt, desperately worked to unfasten it, but my movements were clumsy, fueled by lust and longing. One hand fumbled with the buckle while the other gripped his length through his pants, felt the thickness of his desire.
His breath hitched as I touched him, and he cursed under his breath, his kiss became even more urgent. His teeth nipped at my lips as our passion rose.
I finally managed to free his belt, and my fingers moved to the button of his pants, popped it open with a sharp snap. My palm flattened against his erection, felt the hot pulse of his need through the fabric.
“Fuck, Laurel,” he said.
His words sent a thrill through me, and I leaned in, captured his lips in another searing kiss. As we kissed, my hand worked his zipper, drew it slowly down, bared him inch by inch until he sprang free, hard and heavy in my hand.
I stroked him, my grip firm and sure, and he bucked into my palm with a sharp hiss. His hands left scorching trails down my back as he clutched at me, pulled me tighter against his body.
