Page 7 of The Rebel (Looking to Score 1)
That’s crazy, though. She has to know how stunning she is. Pretty. Soft. Petite. Kind. The list goes on and on.
The only thing I’m not clear on is why she’s here in my bed, doing this with me.
Eden surprises me yet again, pushing her hands under my T-shirt and touching my stomach muscles. They’re not from hours spent at the gym, or on the ice like her hockey-playing crush. My body was built on hard work and summers spent doing physical labor. But I doubt Eden’s thinking about such things right now as her mouth moves to the stubble on my throat.
When I reciprocate and put my hands under her tank top, Eden raises her arms, letting me pull it off over her head. She’s bare beneath, and I waste no time filling my hands with her gorgeous tits.
I shouldn’t be here. Shouldn’t be letting myself do this. But for some reason, it’s my hands Eden wants on her body tonight, and I’m much too weak to stop myself.
“Holt . . .” She groans my name again when my fingers find her nipples and tease.
Her back arches, and my mouth moves from her neck to her chest, where I suck and kiss her perfect breasts.
We continue to kiss for a long time. I alternate between her plush lips and her tits, which I can’t seem to get enough of. But then Eden ups the ante yet again, unbuckling my belt and pushing her hand beneath my jeans. I groan as she strokes me over the fabric of my boxers. Her touch is careful and soft, but feels so good.
I lift her off of me, changing our positions so I can get her out of her jeans. When I unbutton them and pull them down over her hips, Eden shimmies, helping me. Soon, she’s naked in my bed, looking like the most delicious treat ever. I kiss a path down her stomach to her hip bone. She jolts like she’s ticklish, and I smile up at her.
When I put my mouth between her legs, she jolts again, but this time it’s from the shock of pleasure, not nerves. She stammers out my name, pushing one hand into my hair, holding me in place right where she wants me. Not that I plan on going anywhere. Not until she’s come on my tongue.
I suck and nibble and flick my tongue against her clit until she’s crying out in gasping sobs of pleasure. Another sixty seconds and Eden comes apart, quaking against my mouth as I hold her hips firmly in place, kissing her sensitive flesh until her moans subside.
A hot shiver of satisfaction rushes through me.
Once I kiss my way up her body, Eden tugs me close, and this time when she touches me, she’s brave enough to push her hand beneath the elastic of my boxer briefs. The touch of her delicate hand exploring me makes me dizzy.
“Is this okay?” she asks.
“Yeah,” I say on a shaky exhale.
Eden brings her mouth to mine again, her tongue teasing my lips apart.
I shove my boxers and jeans down and the rest of the way off, then I break our kiss only long enough to haul my T-shirt off over my head.
Eden’s hand continues its slow exploration, her fingertips trailing along my shaft, her hand reaching lower to cup my balls. It feels incredible, but she seems a little unsure of herself.
“Could you come like this?” she whispers, lightly stroking me.
“Grip me . . . harder,” I manage to say. “Yeah, like that.” I put my hand around hers, showing her how to touch me. “Now drag your hand up.”
She does, and the breath shudders out of me.
“Like that?”
I find her mouth again and kiss her hungrily while trying not to make deep, inarticulate sounds of pleasure. I’m pretty sure I fail miserably.
Fuck, that feels good.
“God, I want you.” I’ve always wanted you.
“Then have me,” she whispers back.
The prettiest three words I’ve ever heard. But she can’t mean that.
Her hand stills against me. “Do you have a condom?”
The words hang in the air between us.
“I . . .” Long awkward pause. Breathe, dude. “Why?”
Smooth, Holt.
“So we can be safe?” she says, her lips lifting in a smile.
“I’m not fucking you, Eden.”
My entire body throbs with the displeasure of that sentence leaving my lips. But it’s the right call. It’s the only call if I don’t want to hate myself in the morning.
“Why not?”
Why not? Because she’d end up regretting it, and I don’t think I could handle knowing Eden regretted sharing my bed. Tonight is already way more than I ever expected to share with her.
Don’t ruin it, Rossi.
“Because it’s not what you really want.”
“Don’t tell me what I want.” Her eyebrows knit together in frustration, but I smooth them with my thumb.
“You want revenge.”
