Page 31 of Rebel Secrets (Devils Hockey #3)

I pulled away, saw his eyes open, and his expression freeze. Like he was afraid of what I was going to say or do. He was afraid I wanted to stop. My stomach fizzed like I’d swallowed an entire box of those crackly candies.

“Door.”

The tension drained from his face, and he smiled. Getting one of Rebel’s smiles felt like I’d won the lottery. There’d been a time when I couldn’t imagine him smiling at me. And I hadn’t known then how much it would mean now.

Dangerous territory.

Fuck. That.

I hadn’t felt this way about a man since my fiancé had dumped me. Now I was going to soak it all in, as much as I could take, and gorge myself on Rebel.

Reaching behind me, he snagged the edge of the door and gave it a shove. It closed with a loud bang. If anyone else had been in the building, they would’ve heard it and probably come to investigate. I didn’t care. And, yeah, maybe the chance of being caught added a little extra thrill.

I didn’t have time to think, though. He kissed me again. Deep and hard and completely without restraint.

His hands slid under my t-shirt, pushing it up until I lifted my arms over my head so he could take it off. Patting myself on the back for putting on a pretty lace bra today, I watched his gaze move down my body. When he looked back up into mine, his smile was gone but the heat burned even hotter.

“Did you wear this for me?”

What should I say? The truth was, yeah, probably. I’d chosen it. It made me feel sexy, and it looked good against my pale skin. And in some deep part of my brain, I’d had this little fantasy going of us doing exactly this. Hooking up. Except for me it wasn’t just a hookup.

And when Rebel looked at me like that, it didn’t feel like just anything to him, either. He looked deadly serious. Except for that tiny hint of a smile left on his lips.

Thrusting my hands into his hair, I tugged him back down so our lips could meld again, but he pulled back a few seconds later.

“Did you?”

Did I really want to answer that question? If I answered truthfully, he might think—What? That I was hot for him? Well, that should be obvious. And since he seemed to share the exact same feelings…it made me feel comfortable enough to reach for the hem of his shirt and tug it up and over his head.

He let it go without a fight, and I think I might have sighed like a lovesick Victorian lady in a movie.

That expanse of muscled chest made all my girl parts clench and tighten and ache.

In the bright light of day, or at least in the light of the overhead fixture, he looked like the hockey god he was. Hard, hot and ready for any action.

I leaned forward and pressed my lips right in the center of his chest. The heat of his skin made me want to taste him all over. My hands flattened on the ridges of his abdomen before sliding around to his back to sink my fingers into the hard muscle there.

He threaded his hands through my hair, holding my head steady as I kissed my way across and then up his neck to his lips. He took over the second our lips touched, and I was more than happy to let him. Damn, the man could kiss.

His lips worked their magic as his hands fell to my hips and began to gather up my skirt.

My legs were already spread to make room for his, but when the cool air hit my thighs, I shivered.

He pulled me closer, my skirt riding even higher, until I felt the brush of his track pants, and what lay hot and hard behind them, against my sex.

Everything inside me fluttered and went liquid, ready for him.

I worked my hands back to the front of his pants and slid my fingers beneath the waistband.

He pulled away, breathing heavily, his head dipped but his eyes open, watching me.

I didn’t have the patience to take it slow and shoved his pants down to his thighs, careful not to hurt any delicate parts of him.

But his cock seemed more than sturdy enough to take a little rough handling.

He’d absolutely liked my hands on him that night.

“What are you waiting for?”

I tipped my head back to look up at him.

“Nothing. I don’t want to wait.”

“Good. Because I don’t have a lot of patience right now.”

“Me either.”

He wore dark boxer briefs that I took a second to admire before I shoved them down, too. And laid my eyes on the true star of the show.

God, he was gorgeous. I sighed and looked up at him, but he was staring at my breasts, just before he cupped them in his hands. He squeezed, eliciting a moan from me, the pressure and heat of his hands promising so much more pleasure.

Since neither of us wanted to take the time to go slow, he released my breasts and laid his hands flat on my thighs. They were already parted around his thighs, but he widened them even more, exposing my silky panties. Which were now in the way.

He took a step back and took my panties with him.

My legs had to close to allow him to do that, but the second he stuffed them in his back pocket, he worked himself between my thighs again, spreading them even wider than before.

The cool air played against my aching folds, tormenting.

My clit ached and my sex clenched, and I grabbed his hips to bring him even closer.

His cock brushed against my mound, but I realized then that the height of the table wasn’t going to cut it. He must have realized the same thing at the same time.

“Condom. In my wallet. Put it on.”

I quivered all over at the sound of his voice… and at the command, said in a voice so growly, I wanted to squeak with excitement.

Instead, I reached around to grab his wallet out of his back pocket, took out the condom and tossed his wallet on the desk behind me.

As I rolled the condom down his shaft, I knew he watche my every move, his gaze a hot brand on my skin.

“Hang on.”

I understood the assignment. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders as he picked me up, turning until my back was against the door.

I held his gaze as he positioned himself then thrust home. My eyes closed as he filled me, my arms tightening around his neck and my head falling forward to rest against his. His heavy breath brushed against my cheek just before I felt his lips brush my forehead.

His arms held me tight, my legs wrapped around his waist as he took it slow at first, stealing my breath with each movement.

With both hands on my hips, he controlled the rhythm.

He controlled my response. And I liked it.

I liked all of it. I liked the feel of him moving inside me.

I liked the sense of being held and letting go.

I loved…this. Being close to him and feeling him move inside me. The friction gave me tingles, then shudders as my sex clenched around him, pulling him deeper.

Rebel groaned as he thrust harder and then held, stretching me wide.

“Fuck, Erin.”

My arms tightened, pulling our bodies closer together until there was no space between us. My chin rested against his shoulder as he picked up the pace, his hands flexing in concert with his thrusts.

“You feel amazing.”

His voice slid into my ear and straight to my clit, which needed just a little more friction for me to come. I arched just a little and…

Oh, god, yes. That was it.

I came hard, my body convulsing around him. I turned my head and let my teeth sink into his neck. With a groan, his hips snapped harder, losing his rhythm as he came.

“So, what happens now?”

My question fell into the silence like a tiny warning gong.

He’d gone quiet as we put our clothing back together, and I tried to tell myself that was just Rebel. He didn’t run his mouth like other guys. When he had something to say, he said it. Maybe he just didn’t have anything to say right now.

And maybe he had a lot to say but didn’t know how.

But that wasn’t Rebel, either. He knew how and when to use his words. If he wasn’t talking now?—

“Now you tell me what you want to happen.”

Surprise that he’d actually spoken made my heart skip a few beats.

He wanted to know what I wanted? That was easy. I wanted him.

But it just wasn’t that easy, was it?

I mean, sure, we could announce to everyone we were dating and have them all look at us like we were crazy.

Up until a couple of weeks ago, we couldn’t be in the same room together without wanting to strangle each other.

Then they’d all go on with life as usual and everything would be fine.

Except… he was going to leave. His life wasn’t here in St. David anymore. It was in Reading with his new team.

Not that Reading was that far away. It wasn’t. But?—

“Erin.” The low rumble in his voice made me want to sigh. “Stop overthinking. Just tell me. What do you want to happen here? With us?”

I shook my head. And stuttered out a reply. “I’m not sure. I mean, I wanted this to happen. Of course, I did. I just…” I stopped on a huff. “What do you want, Rebel?”

He sat on the edge of the table where we’d just had amazing sex, hands braced on either side of his hips. My gaze caught and held on his forearms. On the tendons I wanted to trace with my fingertips.

“I want to keep seeing you.”

“You mean…like friends with benefits? I mean, are we even friends?”

His jaw did that little clench-and-release thing that fascinated me. And made my thighs clench.

“I don’t think we have to classify our relationship. We’re explosive together in bed…and on tables, apparently. I don’t think that’s something we should ignore just. I know we haven’t exactly been close until now. If we’re both having fun, why not continue?”

My brain spun those words around in my head like plates on sticks.

Classify. Relationship. Explosive. Fun.

I tried to pick up any kind of clue as to what he wanted. But then I realized. He’d just told me. He wanted to have fun. He didn’t want to classify what was going on. Reading between the lines, I understood that he didn’t want anyone to know what we were doing.

I got it. I was friends with his sister. We owned a business together. Our lives were tangled together in ways that could seriously affect our relationships. And yet…

There was part of me that wanted more. And I needed to decide if I’d be okay with not having it.

“I think I need a little time to decide if this is what I want.”

He didn’t respond right away, but he didn’t look angry or upset, and finally he nodded.

“If that’s what you want.”

Oh hell, I didn’t know what I wanted, but I did know I wasn’t ready to give him an answer right this minute. Honestly, I didn’t know what I should do.

“You know what?” I said, “I think we should meet tomorrow at the café to go over the menus. If that’s okay?”

I wasn’t sure I could think straight now. My underwear rubbed against my clit, an achy little reminder of what we’d been up to. Before I could change my mind—or lay him out on the table this time—I turned and headed out the door.

He didn’t follow and just before I turned to walk down the hall, I turned and caught a quick glimpse of him, head down, hands clenched on the edge of the table.

It made my lungs clench and my steps falter. But I knew if I went back in there, I’d give him what he wanted. I’d been there and done that with another man, and he’d broken my heart. I’d tried to be the person my former fiancé had wanted but, in the end, that person hadn’t been me.

I just didn’t know if I could be the person he wanted me to be.

Even though I knew he could be the man I needed.