Page 8 of The Rebel (Looking to Score 1)
She weighs my words, considering them carefully as she narrows her eyes again. “That might have been true before . . .”
“But not now?” I touch a lock of silky blond hair that hangs over her shoulder. It’s even softer than I imagined it would be.
“Not now.”
I bring my hand between her legs again and rub her clit. She’s wet for me, but I’m not sure if we should go further.
Eden moans, and her hips move against my hand.
I reach under my bed for the box of condoms I stashed there earlier this semester but have never used. When I remove one from the box, Eden tears the package open and then hands it to me with an expectant look in her eyes.
I put it on, and then she climbs on top of me.
Holy shit. Are we really going to do this?
I can’t help the slow grind of my hips. She’s wet and pressed right up against me, the heat of her pussy driving me crazy, even through the condom.
“Wait. Stop.” Her voice is breathless.
“Have you done this before?” I ask, my hands shaking.
Those gorgeous blue eyes meet mine, and she shakes her head. “Does it matter?”
“It matters to me.”
“No, I haven’t,” she says in a soft voice.
“Fuck, Eden. Then we shouldn’t.”
She lifts on one elbow. “Don’t you want to?”
A dark chuckle pushes past my lips. “Of course I want to. Look at you.” My calloused fingertips skim her milky soft thigh. She’s beautiful. Perfection.
Much too perfect for someone like me. Damaged. Broken.
I change our positions again so that I’m on top. Eden looks like a goddess with her golden hair spread out on my pillow and her blue eyes blinking up at me.
She parts her knees and I touch her calf, bracing myself above her with my cock in my hand. I rub the tip of it along her damp center, and she makes a pleasure-filled sound that hits me square in the chest.
“We shouldn’t,” I say weakly. But fuck, do I want to.
“Just do it.”
With a slow inhale, I steady myself above her and push in about an inch—just the wide tip—into the tightest heat I’ve ever felt. Pleasure ripples through me, and I draw in a slow, shaky breath.
My hips flex, inching forward again, but at the same moment, Eden winces in pain. I look down to see her eyes are squeezed closed and her fingers are gripping my forearm. Immediately, I stop and then withdraw.
She looks up at me in confusion. “I said go ahead.”
But I’m already pulling off the condom and tossing it into the wastebasket across the room. “Not tonight. I don’t want to hurt you.”
She gives me a soft, almost grateful look, and I know I made the right call.
“There’s no hurry,” I say, but I can barely hear my own words over of the rush of blood thrumming through my veins.
“We can do other things,” she says.
A chuckle pushes past my lips. “I like other things.”
With two hands on my chest, Eden gives me a little shove. I lie down on my back and then she’s lowering herself until she’s eye level with my groin. She gives my dick a quick appraisal and then meets my eyes.
With a smirk, I lace my fingers behind my head, and Eden laughs.
“I’ve only done this once before,” she says, lifting my cock from its resting place on my stomach and treating it to a soft kiss. “Is this okay?”
A war of emotions clash inside me. First, yes, this is so much more than okay. And second, the desire to hunt down the dude she did this with—and tear him limb from limb—flashes through me.
“It feels good,” I say instead, touching her cheek with my thumb. “Can you grip me tighter. Move your hand . . .”
“Like this?”
“Fuck.”
She smiles and licks my cock while her hand continues stroking.
It’s not long before I feel the familiar tingle at the base of my spine. Her mouth is hot and looks so pretty moving along my dick. It’s too much.
“Eden, fuck. I’m gonna . . .”
Her lips close around me as I erupt. The orgasm rips through me with such force that I jerk into her mouth. It seems to go on forever until I’m breathless and light-headed.
When I look at where she’s perched between my knees, she’s smiling sweetly at me.
“Good?” she asks.
“Fuck,” I mutter again. “Get up here.”
I haul her up the bed until she’s sprawled out on my chest. I want to get her off again, but Eden seems content to lie here with me. When I look down at her face, her eyes are closed. She looks sleepy and relaxed, and I smile.
It takes me a while to relax because I still can’t believe she’s in my bed.
Eden Wynn is in my bed. Never in all my years did I ever think this was a possibility.
