REBEL, a New Adult Romance Novel (The Rebel Series) (25 page)

A small moan of happiness escapes my lips before I can trap the rest of it inside my mouth.
 
My face goes red with the embarrassment of getting so worked up over such a little thing.

“Just let it go,” he says in a low voice.
 
“Feel us together.”

I know exactly what he means.
 
Maybe I shouldn’t because it’s so vague, but I do.
 
We’re in perfect rhythm, perfect synch.
 
There are no fumbling moments, no seconds of bumping heads or tangled limbs.
 
I think it’s because we both know exactly what we want him to do and we both know exactly how I’m going to react.

His hands slide up towards my waist as he continues to move his hips. His fingers keep moving up until he takes one breast in each hand. He kneads and squeezes them as he pulses his hips upwards, building my need with every movement.
 
Moving one hand down again to press into my ass, he guides me against him as he raises his hips up once more, putting more pressure against my most sensitive spot.

My panties are getting soaked and flashes of heat are making me feel all fluttery inside.
 
I moan again as I sweat and ache for something I don’t quite understand.

He surprises me by putting both hands on the sides of my face and pulling me down towards him.
 
I’m anxious to kiss him again, so while I miss the feelings he was creating by touching my breasts, I desperately need to feel his lips on mine, his tongue sliding across mine, the feel of his hot breath on my face.

I gasp in surprise when he pinches my nipple firmly between his fingers.
 
It should hurt, maybe, but it doesn’t; I want him to do it again.
 
He pulls away from my mouth and puts his lips where his fingers just were and sucks hard.

“Oh, God!” I gasp, grinding down into him while arching my back and pressing my chest into his mouth.
 
The sensations are blowing me away.
 
Something’s happening that I don’t recognize from my previous sexual encounters, but I don’t want it to stop.
 
I feel like I’m at the amusement park on the roller coaster and it’s clicking up the hill.
 
The anticipation is building. Something big is going to happen to me, I just know it.

He moves to my other breast and repeats the sensations there.
 
One hand roams my body, squeezes my opposite breast, moves under the edge of my waistband, and drags fingers across my back, while his tongue flicks my nipple, his lips and mouth suck, and his teeth scrape ever so gently.
 
It’s not enough to sit on his lap now.
 
I want more.

Once again, he reads my mind or my body language, I don’t know which. We go from sitting to lying down on the couch, and he’s hovering over me, settling himself between my legs.

“You’re so big,” I say, as his weight bears down on me.
 
“Heavy, I mean.”
 
And then I feel how big he is, as his hardness presses into me from above.

Holy shit, I’m in so much trouble right now.

Rebel lifts his upper body a little, removing some of its weight.
 
“Better?” he whispers against my mouth before his tongue snakes out to lick my lips.

We play a battle of the tongues for a little while that only serves to ramp up my sexual frustration.
 
“No,” I say, pulling him back down so I can feel all of him on me.
 
“Now it’s better.”

I like the feeling of sinking into the couch with the weight of this huge man above me.
 
He might tell me to get lost tomorrow, but for right now, he’s mine and only mine.

He growls and pushes into me, his face falling to my neck.
 
He kisses and sucks the tender skin beneath my jawline.

My legs go up around his waist without my conscious thought.
 
I angle myself to better feel his hard length.
 
I’m deathly afraid that it’s not the material of his jumpsuit making it seem so huge.
 
I don’t know what he’s going to do to me, if I’ll be able to handle him.
 
I’m playing in the big leagues now and it would be terrifying if I weren’t so turned on.

Rebel reaches between us and pulls the zipper down on his mechanic’s suit.
 
He sheds the top half and pauses for a minute as my hands and eyes roam all over his muscles.

“You have the most incredible body I’ve ever seen,” I whisper, lost in admiration.

He smiles.
 
“You think so?”

“I know so.”

He leans down and kisses me roughly.

I push my hips up into him and grab him around the neck, taking his kiss deeper.
 
His rough face burns the skin of my lips and chin, but I don’t care.
 
The sting is worth the shivers his mouth gives me.

We keep kissing as he struggles to remove the rest of his clothes.
 
He has to stop to reach down and remove his boots.
 
Two heavy thumps on the floor later as they fall, and he’s soon naked above me.
 
I’m breathing heavily as my fingers trail down the hot skin of his arm.

All of a sudden he stops moving and kissing me. He lifts his upper body a little so he’s no longer pressing into my chest.
 
His eyes close and he takes a deep breath in and lets it out slowly.

“Is something wrong?” I ask, not sure what’s going on.

He opens his eyes again and stares down at me.

I expect him to say something, but he doesn’t.

“Rebel, I can’t read your mind.”
 
I reach up and run my fingertip down his cheek.
 
His muscles are so tense.
 
My finger goes to his lips and strokes the bottom one. It’s silky smooth, so different than the rest of him.
 
His tongue comes out and flicks at my finger, and then without warning he opens his mouth and grabs my finger with his teeth.

“Ow,” I say, even though it doesn’t hurt.

He lets me go after closing his mouth over my finger, letting it slide out from between his lips.
 
And then while staring into my eyes, he pushes his hips forward, halfway burying his hard dick into my soft, sensitive center.
 
Only my flannel pants are keeping him from penetrating me completely.

“You make me lose control,” he says in a low growl.

“Do you hate it?” I ask, wishing desperately that he doesn’t.

“No, I don’t hate it.”
 
He pushes into me again.

I feel his arm muscles flex under my hands and it makes me even hotter. The knowledge that touching and kissing me has made him rock-hard and out of control causes me to be bold.
 
“You like it.
 
Don’t lie.”
 
I move my hips around in a slow circle while pressing up into him.

His nostrils flare and his jaw twitches but he says nothing.
 
He pushes into me again.

I raise myself up to meet him.

His eyes close slowly and then open again.
 
“You’re too much.”

I frown.
 
That’s a new one on me and I can’t believe it actually applies.
 
“Too much what?”

He breathes out a long sigh and falls down into me, his face stopped at my ear.
 
He lies there breathing and crushing me.

“Uhhh … Rebel?”

“Hmmm…”

“What are you doing?” I grunt out.
 
This doesn’t feel nearly as sexy as all the other stuff he was doing.

He does a quick push-up and gets off me, leaving me instantly cold and alone as he gets on his feet.

I quickly cross my arms over my chest and try not to stare at the giant hard-on leveling off above me.

He’s completely unconcerned about being buck naked in front of me, but who could blame him?
 
He’s perfection.
 
Broad, rounded shoulders taper down to a narrow waist.
 
Thighs flare out with muscle that I cannot believe fits in his jeans.

He stares down at me for a few seconds, and then runs his hands through his short hair and shifts his gaze to the ceiling.

“Ahhhh … shit,” he finally says.

I sit up, suddenly going cold.
 
Nothing like an
ahhh shit
to douse the flames of desire.

He walks away and goes into the kitchen.

When I realize that he probably doesn’t keep condoms in the freezer and that this whatever-it-was is really over, I quickly grab my sweatshirt off the floor and get into it, leaving my shirt on the ground.

Talk about embarrassed and confused.
 
I have no idea what just happened, but I’m pretty sure it was my fault. Something I did screwed things up, or me being too much did it, whatever the hell that means.

A giant lump gets stuck into my throat.
 
I can’t concentrate or make any sense at all over the sudden hot to cold act he’s pulling.
 
I must have been wrong about how well we fit together because there’s no way I had the control to just get up and walk away like he did.
 
I was all-in, damn the consequences and anything else that would come after.
 
But he apparently wasn’t.

All I want to do now is run, but I have nowhere to go.
 
I lie down and face the back of the couch, curling into a ball, wishing I had somewhere,
anywhere
to go but here.

Just go to sleep.
 
Pretend nothing happened. You can cry like a baby in Quin’s ear tomorrow. Don’t let him know how much it matters to you. You still need this job.
 
What were you thinking? He’s your boss!
 
And bullshit, that girl isn’t his girlfriend.
 
Maybe that’s what this is all about.
 
Great.
 
Now you’re a cheater too!

Ignoring the sounds he’s making is impossible.
 
He needs water?
 
Is that all it takes for him to move on from that bump and grind session?
 
I need a cold shower and a vibrator to not be a mess right now.

I knew he was too much man for me.
 
Dammit
, why didn’t I listen to myself?
 
Why did I let myself believe this was a good idea?

I hear him leave the kitchen and move through the apartment.
 
I can barely breathe, trying to listen in on every little thing and guess what he’s doing.
 
I don’t realize he’s standing near me until I hear his voice just above my head.

“I’m sorry, Teagan.
 
I shouldn’t have …”

And then he’s gone. I hear his footsteps moving away and then his bedroom door shutting behind him.

I don’t move.
 
I’m too embarrassed, too confused, and way too hurt.
 
Not even a full hour ago, he told me I wasn’t alone and that he was here for me, but I’ve never felt so abandoned in all my life as I do now.

I cry myself silently to sleep on his stupid, sweat-inducing couch.

CHAPTER THIRTY

I HAVE TO PEEL MY face off the leather when I get up.
 
It’s possible my drool has stained his beautiful couch forever, but I don’t care.
 
I wish I’d taken my pants off and left butt cheek prints too.

I feel worse when I realize I’m alone in his apartment, knowing he walked around me saying nothing while I was drowning in misery.
 
So much for being my anchor.
 
Now he’s just another thing dragging me down.

I take my time getting ready.
 
It’s after nine when I finally make my way down to the office.
 
I make sure to have my hair down.

I freeze at the bottom of the stairs that lead into the garage bay.
 
Colin has a mechanic’s suit on and his head buried in an engine while Rebel is leaning on his workbench.
 
The blonde who was standing next to Rebel at the club is right in front of him, holding a cup of coffee to her lips while she smiles in way too sexy a manner for my liking.

Rebel looks over at the same time she does.
 
His expression doesn’t register anything at all, and it makes me want to go over there and bean him with a socket wrench.
 
But I don’t because the blonde is there and she’s staring at me.

“Who’s this?” she asks, looking from me to him and then back at me.

I wave all casual-like as I walk over to the office.
 
“Don’t mind me.
 
Just going to the salt mines.”
 
I make it almost to the door before she responds.

“You work here?
 
What are you, the cleaning lady?”

Colin lifts his head out from under the engine to watch the show.

My foot freezes in mid-stride and then plants itself on the ground slowly but firmly.
 
I face her and smile sweetly.
 
“Yep.
 
Exactly.
 
I’m the cleaning lady.
 
I do toilets, floors, and offices.”
 
And I would have done the boss too if he hadn’t left me sweating on his couch last night.
 
Oh, the humiliation.

“Teagan, can I talk to you for a second?” Rebel asks, separating himself from the blonde.

I keep the smile plastered on my face.
 
“Nope! Love to chat, but I’m super busy right now.”

I leave him standing a few steps away from his bench and go into the office, shutting the door behind me.
 
If it had a lock, I’d engage the damn thing, but it doesn’t.

The blonde’s voice rises in the other room, but I ignore it.
 
If he can play the shit-doesn’t-matter game then so can I.
 
Yeah, that’s right.
 
I can get mostly naked with my boss and then just calmly walk away and have a glass of water.
 
I can fall asleep like it’s no big deal that we were practically bumping uglies too. Watch me.