Page 51 of The Rebel

“N-no, not at all,” she stuttered.

I grabbed her wrist once more, bringing it to my nose. Goose bumps instantly broke out on her skin. “You smell fucking delicious.” She let out a soft gasp. “Youarefucking delicious.”

I didn’t let go of her wrist. I couldn’t. I didn’t want less contact, I wanted more. I craved it.

“Anthony,” she whispered.

Hearing my name from her mouth did insane things to my control—which was already hanging by a thin thread.

“I want to stay away from you,” I said in a low voice. “I just can’t seem to do it.”

“Hmm, I have that same problem.”

I tilted her chin up. I’d fully intended to tell her that this couldn’t be happening. Instead, I lost my mind completely and kissed her.

She put both hands on my shoulders. I covered her mouth with mine, exploring her deep and wet, the way I’d been wanting to for days. She tasted fucking amazing. When shemoaned, I turned rock hard. I pushed her to the nearest wall, wanting the leverage so I could kiss her deeper. Then I moved both hands over her torso, starting with her waist. I touched the curves of her hips, then went back to her ass.

Groaning, I managed to pull at the last shreds of my control and paused the kiss. “Daisy, if you don’t want this, then leave the room now.”

“I don’t want to go anywhere.”

“Fuck, woman, if you stay here one second longer…”

“I want to stay. I want you. I know it’s crazy, but I do.”

There was no in-between with Daisy. Either I kept my distance completely, or I didthis. I had to have her.

“Your dress is driving me crazy,” I said as I kissed down her neck.

“But I chose it specifically because it’s so… It’s conservative.”

“Precisely because of that. I would’ve mauled you right against that bar counter.”

She started to laugh, but the sound turned into another moan. “I wanted to wear my glasses,” she whispered. “I thought it would complement the outfit. Make me look like an office geek.”

“Those glasses are fucking sexy,” I said. “Just like you are.”

I straightened up, realizing we were still by the door. Anyone could come in. I glanced at the lock—then turned it. Daisy sucked in a breath, pressing her thighs together.

I brought my mouth to her ear. “Did that make you wet?” I asked. “Me turning the key in the lock? Knowing you’re here with me?”

“Yes, it did.”

“How wet?”

“Very.” Her voice was a low whisper.

I pushed her ponytail out of the way because it fell on the side where she’d applied perfume. I put the tip of my nose right under her ear.

“This perfume suits you so well. So damn well.”

She licked her lips. They were red and plumper than before, bearing the mark of my kiss. That appealed to me on a visceral level.

I slipped my hand under her dress, to feel how wet she was. Wanting—no, needing to touch her intimately right now, I brushed her inner thigh before pushing my fingers inside her panties.Fuuuuck!She was so damn ready. I knew she could take my cock right away—but I had other plans first. I moved my fingers lazily over her clit. Tremors instantly took over her body.

“Anthony!” she whispered, then moaned. I couldn’t stop kissing her neck or teasing her clit. I wanted to make her come right now, and I knew she wouldn’t need much.

She pushed her hips into my hand. She was so damn sexy! I jerked my head back slightly so I could see her. Her groan filled the room as she clenched my shoulders, her nails digging in slightly.