I’m going to fuck that mouth.
“I didn’t think you wanted me.”
The admission shouldn’t surprise me, but it does. How could she not know how much I want her? How fucking much I crave everything about her?
“I’ve imagined stripping you out of those clothes a thousand times.” I drop my lips to her knee. “I’m supposed to be strong enough to leave you be. To do the right thing and then take you back when everything is over.”
Hurt flashes through her eyes, making my own chest ache.
“But damn it, I can’t resist you. And I’ve done my best to try.” I kiss the inside of her thigh. “I survived in the wilderness for twenty days, on my own, evading the enemy.” A kiss to that crease where leg meets pussy. “I’ve been tortured, had food and water withheld, been waterboarded—”
“I can’t stand that.”
“—and none of that holds a candle to the fucking agony of keeping my hands off you, Rebel.”
“I’m right here.” She cups my cheek and guides me up to her so she can kiss me so sweetly, it takes my breath away. “Don’t keep your hands off me anymore.”
I kiss my way down her jaw, her neck, where I nibble and make her legs scissor in agitation. Then, I pull one nipple into my mouth and gently bite around the barbell.
“Gideon!”
“Does that hurt?” I ask, sweeping my nose back and forth over the wet nub.
“No.”
“Good.” I repeat the motion, tugging her nipple with my teeth. “These are sexy as fuck, Lena.”
“I know.” She arches her back, encouraging me to keep doing what I’m doing.
She’s so fucking responsive.
Once I’ve thoroughly lavished attention on her tits, I leave wet kisses down her torso to her pussy, spreading her legs and taking her in.
“This is the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen, Rebel.”
Her breath hitches, and she throws her arm over her face, but I reach up and pull it away.
“No hiding from me.”
“So I’m ...” She swallows hard.
“Talk to me.” My lips press to her hip, and I take a deep breath, enjoying the way she smells. I can smell her arousal in the air, and I’m fucking drunk on it.
“I’m not a virgin.”
My head comes up, and I narrow my eyes at her. “I’m not talking about anyone else fucking you right now, Lena.”
“No, it’s not that.” She licks her lips, and she won’t look at me.
“Hey.” I boost myself back up to her and brush her hair off her cheek before kissing her softly. “What’s wrong?”
“No one’s ever done ...that.”
I frown, not understanding, and then it dawns on me. “No one has ever eaten you out?”
She bites her lip and shakes her head just once, and I hate seeing the uncertainty on her gorgeous face.
“Do you think that’s a turnoff?”
