Page 39 of Dating the Rebel
That was why she couldn’t listen to Grant. So to shut him up, she pressed her mouth against his and kissed him. Deeply. Hotly—her tongue sliding in and out of his lips.
He pulled back, panting for breath. “I think I taste Alberta on you.”
She smiled. “Jealous?”
“I was,” he admitted, his voice gruff with seriousness.
“Good,” she said. “I wanted to distract you, so I could beat you.”
“And yet I won...”
She figured they’d both won—especially when he moved his mouth from hers, down her neck to her breasts. He tasted each nipple with his tongue, sliding it back and forth until she was nearly writhing on the mattress. Then he moved lower, kissing his way over her stomach to her mound. He knew just where to touch her with his fingers, with his tongue, to drive her wild. Just as she was about to come, he pulled back and she reached out to him in protest.
“Grant...”
Was this payback? Was he just going to tease her?
“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice throaty with the passion—and need—choking her.
“You know...” He had to stop and clear his throat, too. “I won you...”
“Yes, you did,” she agreed, and she peered at him over her stomach. His face was as flushed as hers must have been, his eyes almost glassy with his passion. “Oh, so you’re saying you first?”
“No...” And he went back down on her, his tongue swirling and teasing her before he drew it out and replaced it with his fingers. Then he licked her clit.
And she came.
The release shuddering through her, she screamed his name. But she knew this wasn’t the only orgasm he would give her tonight. He really was the best she’d ever had—in every way.
He’d had his chance. He could have made her beg...maybe agree to anything...
Like leaving his sister and Teo alone.
But when she’d reached out to him and called his name the way she had, she could have asked him anything, and he would have given it to her. And he had...
Now she was giving it to him. She pushed him back so that he was standing—then she undressed him. And she kissed her way down his body like he’d kissed his way down hers.
She swirled her tongue around his nipples and then in his navel, making his stomach clench and his cock pulsate. And then she was there, closing her fingers around him. She pumped him in her hand, running it up and down the length of him. Then she knelt in front of him and, staring up at him with those beautiful pale blue eyes, she extended her tongue and licked him—up and down.
He groaned, and his legs began to shake a little as passion overwhelmed him. Then she closed her mouth over him and sucked him deep in her throat—as deep as she could take him. And her tongue swirled around him...
She could have asked him anything then and he would have happily given it, too. But she didn’t pull back; she didn’t tease.
On the edge of insanity since she’d walked into the suite in that black leather outfit, he came easily and powerfully—the release exploding out of him with her name.
Still staring up at him, she licked her lips. And despite what she’d just done, his cock stirred again. How could he want her so damn much?
“See?” she said.
And he furrowed his brow in confusion. “See what?”
“You shouldn’t have been scared of having a threesome,” she teased. “You could have kept up...”
He was up again. And he lifted her and lightly tossed her onto the bed. “I wasn’t scared,” he said. “I just don’t like to share.”
“Oh,” she said. “Now if she’d been more interested in you than me, you would have gone for it?”
“No,” he said.
