REBEL, a New Adult Romance Novel (The Rebel Series) (33 page)

“To bed,” he says, grabbing my ass with both hands and squeezing.
 
It opens me up and makes me want to grind into him, but I can’t because I’m floating above the floor trying not to fall.

He doesn’t bother turning on the light and then we’re falling.

I scream a second before we hit the soft bed on our sides and a poof of air rises up from the covers.

Rebel detaches himself from me long enough to pull his shirt over his head before he’s all over me again.

I love the feel of his scratchy face against the tender skin of my cheeks and then my neck and chest.
 
He’s all man and probably way more than I can handle, but right now I’m going to try and forget all about that.

My reasoning mind tries to turn on and have an internal discussion with the rest of my brain about whether this is a good idea, but I tamp it down and force it to fall into a coma.
 
I am not going to screw this up by thinking about it; I’m just going to live in the moment and deal with the fallout later.
 
Rebel hasn’t promised me anything but a good screw at this point, and that’s all I need to worry about right now.

All I can focus on is getting naked and feeling his skin against mine, which is a good thing, since he’s moving faster than I have time to process.

He pushes my shirt up to get to my breasts and I help him pull it over my head.
 
My lacy bra comes off with one flick of his fingers, and the cool air combined with his hands on me make my nipples go hard.
 
They actually ache with need.
 
I can already almost imagine what it will feel like to have his mouth on me, and it’s making me crazy with anticipation.

Luckily, I don’t have to wait long.
 
Before my bra hits the ground, he has his mouth first on one breast and then the other, sucking, licking and even nipping as his hands massage and squeeze them into peaks.

I growl with excitement as he pinches my nipple with one hand and his lips come up to my mouth again.
 
I can taste the salt he’s pulled from my skin.
 
I don’t even realize he’s working on my pants with his free hand until they’re halfway off my hips.

“You move fast,” I mumble against his mouth.

His hand leaves my pants and goes still over me.
 
“Is that bad?” His voice is strong, but I know with all my heart he’ll stop right now if I tell him to.

I take his hand in mine and put it back on my pants, using it to push the waistband down again.
 
“No.
 
It’s good.
 
Hurry up with that hurrying up, would you?”

He growls low in his throat and then stands up all of a sudden.
 
With two yanks, he has my pants off and then my underwear too. I hear them drop to the floor across the room.

“Hey, no fair!
 
You’re still dressed.”

He’s standing at the edge of the bed looking down at me, his wide muscular chest barely visible in the dark room.
 
He’s a giant, hulking figure of a man and maybe I should be scared that he’s almost twice my size and about to hammer me into the mattress, but I’m not.
 
I’ve been waiting for this for a week.
 
Maybe since the first time I laid eyes on him.
 
Maybe my whole life, who knows.
 
So far he seems like a seriously sexy dream come true.
 
I pray the reality will outshine my wildest dreams.

Sitting up, I grab the waistband of his jeans.
 
Making quick work of getting the button and zipper undone, I push the thick denim down and take his heavy dick in my hand.
 
It’s like warm steel with a velvet-soft cover, restless in my hand the way it keeps jerking up.
 
I slide my hand up and down it experimentally but only get a few strokes in before he’s pushing me onto my back again.

After putting a condom on in record time, he crawls up to hover over me.
 
“You ready for me?”
 
he asks.

I open my lips to respond, but I’m not quick enough.
 
Without waiting for my answer, he puts his hand between my legs and slides a finger into my folds, immediately stopping whatever words were going to come out of my mouth.

I gasp with his unexpected touch and then squirm as his fingers and the palm of his hand start doing something to me that I’ve never felt before.

“Oh, God …”
 
It’s the best I can do.
 
My brain is officially mush.
 
Everything is slippery and hot under his hand, and I have an ache inside me that I know only he can soothe.
 
If he leaves me hanging again, I’m liable to kill him with my bare hands.
 
“Rebel, please…”

“Please what?” he asks, circling his fingertip over my hard nub.

My hips cannot sit still.
 
The more he does whatever it is he’s doing, the more I want to press myself up against him.
 
“Please… finish this.”

“How do you want me to do it?” he whispers, his face closer to mine, his hand still between us.
 
Now he’s using the head of his dick to rub me down there.

Every time I push up to get near him, to try and bring him inside me, he draws away.
 
It’s making me crazy.
 
I’m freaking out.
 
I have no idea what he wants from me, but I’m getting closer and closer to something that’s overtaking my good sense.
 
Eloquent words and fancy phrases take a back seat to pure desire, the need to be fulfilled no longer deniable.

It’s like he knows I’m standing here on the edge and he’s taunting me into jumping.
 
He’s evil.
 
“Say it,” he urges, his tone almost threatening.
 
All it does is make me hotter.

I cling to his shoulders as I arch up to meet him.
 
I’m whimpering and moaning with the sensations that are coming from my center.
 
I lift my hips once more, trying to get him closer to me.

“Say what?” I finally gasp out when I cannot get close enough to him to ease the ache.

“Tell me what you want.”
 
The head of his dick leaves me and then I’m suddenly all alone down there.
 
It’s maddening.
 
No way am I getting this close and getting left behind again.
 
No fucking way.

I grab his shoulders and dig my nails in.
 
My eyes fly open, the cold air between us making me think that I’m about to lose this amazing sensation that’s been building.
 
I panic.
 
He wants to know what I want and I only know one way to say it.

“I want you to take that dick of yours and fuck me with it!
 
Jesus!” The words are gone and I can’t take them back, but I only have about one second of humiliation to batter the regret-center of my brain before he takes over.
 
Apparently, he likes it when I talk stupid and dirty.

His hand expertly guides his hardness to my opening, and then the great weight of his body pushes it forward.
 
He buries himself into me in one long, smooth stroke.

I gasp with surprise, fear, and at last … pleasure.

“Oh my god,” I whisper, my whole body going into tremors.

“Oh, babe…,” he whispers, slowly withdrawing and then plunging in again.

I don’t know how it is two words can have such an effect, but they do. My heart swells to twice its size and a ringing starts in my ears.
   
He called me babe.
 
Warmth spreads out from there and turns me into a puddle of melted goo.
 
I can’t tell where I stop and he starts.
 
The idea of two people becoming one always sounded corny to me before; now … I know
exactly
what it means.

Our bodies move in perfect rhythm, and we’re moaning together.
 
Sweat builds between us and the scent of our sex surrounds the bed.
 
I never want to leave here. I always want to be in this place, under Rebel’s heavy body and smelling the two of us together.

I angle my hips to greet him, to take more of him in, to get the full benefit of his impossible length and width.
 
Whatever heat he’d built in me before with his fingers is now back full force, but it has the added sensation of his hardness stretching me big time.
 
I could get
so
used to this.

I pray he doesn’t ignore me next week, otherwise, I’m pretty sure I’ll be arrested for assault and battery.
 
I will so kick his ass if he doesn’t do this to me at least ten more times.

And then all thoughts of him ignoring me disappear.
 
He’s kissing me with a strange kind of desperation - strange because he’s always so in control, but right now I know he’s losing it - and his rhythm has picked up.

Our tongues tangle together and his hot breath washes over me as he’s grinding his body into mine.

I’ve lost touch with reality.
 
Reality sucks anyway, so I welcome this oblivion with open arms.
 
I’m going to stay here in this giant cloud of slowly building heat for hours and hours and hours.
 
Maybe days.
 
It’s nice here.
 
It’s hot here.
 
It’s … it’s …
Oh shit.

I grip Rebel around his muscled back with every ounce of strength I have left, as waves of orgasmic pulses surge through the place where we’re connected and sliding together. Words of pure abandon fly out of my mouth too fast for me to stop them.
 
“Aaaahhhhh, Rebeeelllllll!”

I’m blindsided by the rush of emotion and sensations that are coming from my core.
 
Bucking up against him, I’m completely out of control.
 
Only one thing is driving me now; I just need to get this feeling out of me and save myself from drowning in madness.

He grunts and his body starts jerking over me.
 
His dick pulses as he comes.
 
He pushes into me and I lose whatever was left of my sanity.

Something inside me snaps and I fall over the precipice.
 
I can’t think straight or reason or even care about what’s happening anymore.
 
I scream over and over, riding wave after wave of orgasm until my entire body is just one big empty shell.

When he finally goes still against me and my hips stop jerking around in an effort to rid myself of the energy Rebel created inside me, I begin to cry.
 
I have no idea why, because I’m the farthest thing from sad a girl could possibly be, but that doesn’t stop the great big sobs from wracking my body.

Rebel rains small kisses down all over my face.
 
My entire body trembles as he holds me tight and murmurs nothing that makes any sense in my ear.

I don’t know how long it takes me to calm down, but it feels like forever.
 
When I’ve finally gotten a grip on my ridiculous reaction, Rebel stops the kissing parade.

“You okay?” he asks, still hovering over me.

“Yeah,” I say, hiccuping. “Just a little devastated, that’s all.
 
Don’t mind me.”
 
I use the back of my hand to wipe the tears from the side of my face.

I can tell by the tone of his voice that he’s smiling.
 
“You liked it.”

I reach around and pinch his bare butt.
 
“Shut up.”
 
My face burns red.

He leans down and licks my earlobe, his words tickling the delicate hairs on my neck and ear.
 
“Say it.”

I squirm underneath him, feeling both embarrassed and frisky over his challenge.
 
“No.”

He pushes into me, and it’s then that I realize he’s getting hard again.

“Yessss …,”
 
he whispers, kissing my neck and then nipping it.

I put my hands on his chest and push.
 
With every ounce of strength I have, I only manage to move him about an inch.
 
I’m not exactly panicked, but I feel like I’m out of my league.
 
“You’re getting hard again!”
 
My voice sounds like a cartoon character’s, it’s so high.

He pushes into me again.
 
“Is that a problem?
 
I thought you liked it last time.”
 
His tone is cocky, turning me on all over again.

I squirm to get away, but all that does is brush my sensitive parts up against his body and remind me how much he’s filling me right now.
 
It has the opposite effect it probably should; instead of wanting to get away from him, I want to go for round two.

“You need another condom,” I say, my breath coming out a little too fast.
 
This is my brain’s last-ditch effort to walk away with any pride intact.
 
If he keeps pushing my buttons, I’m liable to beg.

He grunts and without warning, quickly pulls out of me, and flops over onto his back.
 
He’s rolling over and off the bed, reaching into his side table before I realize what’s going on.

The cold air on my sweaty body wakes me up out of my sex-stupor.
 
Panic seizes me as I realize what we’ve just done.
 
I’m exposed.
 
Out there.
 
Lying on sweaty sheets below my boss.
 
My boss!
 
Gah, and I cried like a lunatic too!

I roll over and scramble for the edge of the bed.
 
I almost make my escape too, but then the bed bounces me up and the giant beast’s hands are on me, dragging me back.

“Ahhhh!” I squeal, wiggling around, unable to get enough leverage to push him off me.