Rebel(68)

His hands close around my upper arms. “I can’t stop thinking about you, babe, and I hope you’re as sick of denying this thing between us as I am. I hope you like the book, but personally I couldn’t give a fuck about it. What I was really hoping was that it would get your attention long enough for you to accept my apology, because that’s what I need more than anything else right now. You’re what I need more than anything else right now.”

This whole setup is like out of a movie written specifically to make me fall in love with him. It’s almost too perfect, and a little bit of the bitch slips out, trying to hurt him and make him show his true colors. “Run out of girls to pass your time with?”

His fingers go tight around my arms. “I didn’t touch them. Not a single one. If you want to push me away, you’re going to have to try harder than that. I don’t expect you to trust me right away, but tell me what to do to fix this, and I will.” He holds me closer. “All I can think about is you.”

I want to believe him. No, I do believe that he means it, now, but what about tomorrow? Next week? How can this work? “What about our parents?” I’m running out of reasons not to give in.

“What about them?”

“Don’t you think it would be kind of awkward, Bro?”

There’s a quiet pause before he laughs. “I called Dad, you know. To tell him about the money.”

I’d assumed, but it was good to know. “What did he say?”

“That I’m an idiot, more or less. And that I could do a hell of a lot worse than you. To be honest, I kind of got the feeling he’d rather have you as a daughter than me as a son, but I’ll try not to hold that against you.” Gavin laughs humorlessly. “You’re right, that would be awkward. But as far as not wanting us together? Be more afraid of him trying to lock you in before you can get away.”

I let out a short giggle. “I’m not, you know.”

“Hm?”

“Trying to get away.”

He pulls me close, holding me tight against him. “Like you have a fucking choice. You’re mine.”

The intensity in his voice sends shivers down my spine. “So you think you’ve won, do you? What if I change my mind?” From the way heat is pooling between my legs at his firm touch, I realize the question is very, very hypothetical.

He growls into my ear, “I really don’t like to lose.”

I break. It’s a victory I’m happy to give him. Wrenching myself loose from his grip, I turn around and reach up around his neck with both hands. Sliding my fingers into his hair, I pull him down to me, and he comes eagerly.





Chapter 36: Angie


Suddenly, it’s like even my sundress is too hot. I can’t imagine how he feels in his suit. I might have started the kiss, but Gavin’s determined to finish it, cradling the back of my head with one hand and putting the other at the small of my back, pressing me against him. Even through his pants, his hardness presses against my stomach.

I forget where we are. The flowers, the book, nothing matters except the connection between us, the electricity that’s arcing across our lips as we kiss. My hands roam over his hard body, looking for buttons and zippers and anything I can use to get his clothes off. His jacket falls, and I fumble with his shirt, only pausing so he can lift my dress over my head.

Finally his last button gives and I spread his shirt open, revealing the smooth, muscular chest underneath. Leaning in, I kiss his nipples and all the skin in between while he works his sleeves down his arms before throwing the shirt aside. The salty taste of his skin mixes with the sweet scent of the roses next to us, creating a heady perfume.

I’m tearing open the fly of his pants when my bikini top goes slack, the knot undone by his clever fingers. Letting it slide down my arms, I toss it onto one of the chairs before I grab the hem of his pants and tear them down his legs, underwear and all as I drop to my knees. I’m rewarded by his large cock bouncing free only inches from my face, pointing straight up.

I don’t even let him get his pants all the way off. Rising up, I envelop him in my mouth, trying to remember everything he taught me in the shower. His musk intoxicates and incites me. As I do my best to swallow him, all kinds of crazy, sexy tingles race up and down my skin.

He slides his hands into my hair, gripping me with hard fists and guiding me while I wrap my hand around the part of him that my mouth can’t reach. He thrusts with need, but suddenly pulls away. “No, too much more and I’ll come.”

I look up with a grin. “Okay.”

He laughs at my eagerness while he kicks off his shoes and pull his pants the rest of the way off. I watch him undressing hungrily. Out of all the gifts he’s given me today, this might be my favorite. Nothing can top him, or the feeling of finally being able to call him mine. Tossing the pants aside, he aims his intense hazel eyes at me. They’re so hungry it’s a little scary.