Page 56 of Concealed

Her voice is sultry smoke, and I can’t get enough of it. “There isn’t a single part of you that I don’t like.”

Except for the badge – she hates that part.

But Rebecca isn’t looking for a boyfriend, and I’m not looking to be anyone’s boyfriend. I’m more than happy to play whatever role she needs me to for as long as she wants to keep me around. My work life is so draining and complicated, so I’m good with casual everywhere else.

“Feel free to take anything you want,” I encourage.

She’s just wearing black shorts and a white tank top, but Rebecca’s body is so dangerous that anything gracing her curves might as well be lingerie.

I’ve already seen her in a bikini, and my mind races while imagining exactly what all her bronzed skin looks like completely naked.

The bruises are gone, and something in Rebecca has changed, too.

“There’s only one thing I want,” she says, her voice confident and her gaze certain.

Each step she takes is an eternity, and I swear that Rebecca must be able to hear my heartbeat rallying in my chest. Either the temperature in this room has skyrocketed, or there’s a goddamn fire in my gut.

A more erotic sight than a turned-on Rebecca walking toward me like she wants to be consumed doesn’t exist.

This girl is everything.

And I’m primed with anticipation for the sweet cherry flavor of her lips, expecting her to kiss me and let me explore her mouth – but she doesn’t.

Her small fist wraps around my cock and makes me gasp, my hands immediately grabbing her hips and pulling her closer. When Rebecca takes a step back, I hope that she hasn’t changed her mind again.

After seeing me naked, it would be a bit more of an ego blow than last time.

“Come with me,” she purrs.

Rebecca takes my hand and leads me to the bed, pushing me back before climbing on top and straddling my lap. But she doesn’t take her clothes off, and when I reach for her again, she pushes my hands away.

“Can we just do things my way? I’m not… I just want to touch you right now.”

It sucks that Rebecca doesn’t trust me enough to have a truly intimate connection, but maybe I just need to show her that it’s okay to be vulnerable with me first. That I’ll still have just as much respect for her after anything we do together, and that everything can still be the same between us when we’re wearing clothes.

If anything, it will be more intense and intimate after we’ve explored each other in every possible way.

“Anything you want,” I return.

At this point, I’d find a way to give her the damn moon.

After the shift I just had, exhaustion should be taking over my body, but my cock is winning the battle against my brain. Rebecca consumes all my senses, overpowering any basic survival instinct, and I love it.

The vanilla scent of her gorgeous blond hair.

The soft skin on her bare legs wrapped tight around my thighs.

The weight of her body on mine, making me want to get her underneath me.

The sexy and tentative smile I’ve never seen from her before.

The way her teeth graze her full lower lip when she’s thinking about her next move.

And her cool hands caressing my abs and working their way down lower,

Lower,

Lower…

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