Page 6 of The Rebel (Looking to Score 1)
We’ve been sitting on my bed for the last two hours doing nothing but talking. I’ve never had this much fun with a girl . . . completely sober now, having a deep conversation. It’s kind of crazy, if you think about it.
We’ve covered a lot of topics. Talked about everything from our families to our favorite movies, the best and worst pizza toppings, and even what we want out of life.
Eden’s goals are much loftier than mine. Mostly, I don’t want to end up in prison like my older brother, or in rehab like my mom. Big of me, I know. Which is why it’s insane that she’s lying here with me, using my shoulder as a pillow as we stare up at the ceiling.
It’s late, and I should probably help her get a safe ride home . . . but I don’t want to. And considering I’m feeling greedy tonight, I have no plans to end whatever this is.
“Do you ever just want to say fuck it,” she says, “and do the exact opposite of what people expect of you?”
I chuckle into my fist.
“What?” She props herself on her elbow and gazes down at me.
God, I love just looking at her.
“I basically had that exact same thought. Lying here with you . . . on my bed. No one would have expected this—Holt Rossi and Eden Wynn. But fuck it. Fuck them.”
Wild horses couldn’t drag me away.
“So you’re saying this is unexpected . . . me and you.” She says it cautiously, still looking down at me.
“Very. But in a good way.” I give her a small smile, and for once it doesn’t feel forced.
Slowly, I reach out and cup her cheek in my palm. She has the softest skin I’ve ever felt. Either that, or I’ve never noticed details like that with other girls. But Eden isn’t just another girl.
Proving my point, she lowers her face toward mine. It’s a slow, cautious movement. Nothing about her is rushed. She’s graceful, elegant, and so fucking potent, I could burst.
Her full lips part, and when her eyes sink closed, I slide my hand into the back of her hair. My fingertips press softly into the skin at the base of her neck as I draw her down to me. And then finally, her mouth touches mine, her lips slightly parted. They’re damp and warm, and she presses closer.
It’s the best first kiss I’ve ever had. And the impact of it vibrates through my entire body.
First, there’s the shock of how good and soft and warm her mouth feels. And then there’s the rush of arousal that pulses through me from my chest to my groin in wave after hot wave.
She kisses me back eagerly, her tongue making greedy, slow passes against mine. The pleasure of her mouth eclipses any pain I’d felt in my lip.
By the time we pull apart, I’m breathless. And when those blue eyes open, staring deep into mine, it’s like another kick to the chest.
The moment is quiet and intense, filled with such promise.
I open my mouth to say something—I have no idea what—but Eden only kisses me again, this time crawling on top of me to straddle my hips.
Fuck. Heat races down my spine, and my cock hardens instantly.
One hand still buried in her hair, I bring the other to the soft curve of her ass. A tiny gasp pushes past her lips. When her eyes open and find mine, her gaze is hazy with desire. Something deep and powerful passes between us without the need for words.
It’s like every emotion I’ve ever felt flashes between us, and I see the recognition in her eyes. She feels it too, an anthem that only we know the words to.
Accept me.
Don’t reject me.
Love me.
When I dive back in for another kiss, Eden moans again. It’s the best sound in the world.
Squeezing her ass—which is thankfully more than a handful—fuck yeah—I draw her closer so she can feel the effect her body has on mine.
One slow kiss becomes two and then three. When my tongue touches hers, Eden reciprocates, deepening the kiss and making me groan.
I thread my fingers through her silky hair and kiss her pretty, pouty mouth like my life depends on it. While we kiss, she makes small, need-filled sounds that make my cock ache.
We can’t do this.
Can we?
“Holt,” she murmurs.
Her shy smile almost takes my breath away. She places one hand on my cheek and leans in for another kiss, giving her hips an experimental roll.
Fuck. She’s torturing me.
Fun fact: If I don’t get inside her in the next ten seconds, I’ll explode.
I settle my hands on her ass and tug her even closer. “You’re killing me. You know that?” My voice is husky, little more than a deep rasp.
“Me?” Her tone is wary, like she’s not quite sure she believes me.
