Page 114 of Rebel (Renegades 2)
“Where is everybody?” she asked, still backing up the stairs with Wes’s mouth on her neck, her heart beating hard, her pussy clenched with need.
“Dad had to go into St. Louis to see a vendor. Mom dropped Grams at the hairdresser and took the girls to a painting class in Washington. Whitney’s at work. And you are all fucking mine. ”
His growl of ownership shot a pulse of lust straight between her legs and a jolt of something different, something hot and sweet, into her heart. She’d been wanted by many men. But they’d only wanted her body. They’d wanted sex. She’d neither offered more, nor chosen men who’d wanted more. Because she’d never wanted more either.
But she did now. She wanted more than sex with Wes. She didn’t understand what. Didn’t understand the craving gnawing at the inside of her belly. She only knew, somehow, she needed more. And she needed to make that happen right now.
They’d hit the landing. Wes’s hands greedily slid under her tank and cupped her breasts. Tingling heat scoured her skin, pleasure sinking deeper. Rubi moaned and leaned her head against his. “How do you know where everyone is?”
“Texts. ” He unclasped the front of her bra and pushed the fabric out of the way. Then bent and closed his mouth over one nipple, sucking hungrily. The skin over her breast tightened and pulled. A thick knot of need pulsed between her legs. “Oh my God. ” Rubi sank both hands into his hair. She loved the feel of it—soft and thick and curving all around her fingers. Need coiled hot and fast in her belly. Spread to her pussy. “Wes…”
They passed through the door of the bedroom, and he kicked it closed, then reached back and pushed the lock. Rubi released his hair to grab at his shirt, tearing it over his head. Then she ran her hands down his chest, his belly, and jerked at the button on his jeans. “You make me crazy. ”
His mouth covered hers again, and she opened, taking his tongue in. He tore his mouth away, breathing hard, and whipped off her tank, pushed off her bra and started working on her pants.
“Jesus. ” Her voice came out thin and frantic. “How can I want you more every damn time?”
“Because it’s that good. ”
He pushed and tugged her jeans down her legs and was down to her panties while she was still struggling with his jeans. He closed his hands on her waist, lifted her off the floor. And tossed her on the bed. Rubi bounced with a shriek. Then started laughing. But Wes’s mouth closed over hers, drowning the humor in passion.
She shoved at his jeans, but he grabbed her hands, sandwiched them in one of his and pushed them over her head.
“I need some quality time with this body. ” He other hand searched the front pocket of his jeans and pulled out a green cord. “Without interruption. ”
Still holding her wrists, he held out his other hand and a small bungee cord dangled from his fingers. “Think you can let go of control for a little while?”
His tone challenged her, and she hesitated. The thought both thrilled and terrified her.
“Don’t make me pull out the chicken noises, baby,” he said. “That could really ruin the mood. ”
He stretched over her and started wrapping the bungee around her crossed wrists.
“Wes…”
He pressed a kiss to her lips even as his hands continued to move. “Say stop and I’ll stop. ”
Her heart picked up speed and sound ebbed from her throat.
“Do you trust me, Rubi?”
She did. In that instant she realized at l
east that barrier had been destroyed. “Yes. ”
A click signaled the hooks on the end of the bungee on the iron headboard. “Hold onto the metal, but don’t pull against the cord. ”
She glanced up at an elaborate design of twists allowing her hands to slide without hurting. “Wes…I don’t know—“
He slid down her body and his mouth closed over one nipple.
Sensation tumbled through her body and she arched. Rubi’s eyes closed on a moan. Then his hands were everywhere, as feverish as they’d been on the way up the stairs and Rubi couldn’t think.
She grabbed onto a curve in the iron headboard and rubbed her hips against Wes’s. His erection bulged beneath his rough jeans, pressing into the heat between her legs. Then it was gone, way too soon, as he moved down her body, his hands sliding over her skin, his mouth kissing his way lower.
“Stop teasing me,” she said, her voice thick. “I need you. ”
He pushed her thighs apart and opened his mouth over her pussy, licking and sucking through her panties. Stars lit off behind her eyelids. Rubi’s fingers grasped the metal harder and arched into the pressure and heat. She needed more. She needed him filling her. But her throat closed around her words. And the sounds that came from her mouth were more animal than human.
