Rebel (Renegades #2)(38)
Author: Skye Jordan

“Wes… God… Please…” She didn’t make any sense, but he understood perfectly.

He clenched his teeth to hold out for her second orgasm. And, Christ, it was harder than the first. Her walls fisted around him with such perfect softness, he exploded. Spilled into her.

So base. So primal. So f**king hot.

His orgasm wrung through every muscle in his body, lasting for what felt like forever. The pleasure rampage trailed into deep, exquisite bliss…and a muscle in his ass cramped. Pain shot through his cheek and into his hip. He grimaced, shifted his weight, and huffed a laugh.

Rubi had gone limp. Her head tipped back, resting against the wall, eyes closed, arms hanging loose at her sides, muscles of her thighs soft around his hips. And her chest rocked with a chaotic mix of quick breaths and a hammering heart.

“Christ, Lawson…” she breathed, “I knew it would…be like this…”

He hadn’t. He’d expected a thrill, but…no, not that… God, how did he describe it? Animalistic, wickedly erotic, consuming… He might be a few brain cells short at the moment, but he knew without any doubt it had never been that good.

He held her up with his weight and what little strength he had left. Forced his eyes to stay open enough to watch her float back to earth. His smile stemmed from happiness spiraling through his chest and a deep, deep satisfaction—physical and emotional. She’d opened up to him. Trusted him. Taken a chance.

He wanted to spend the rest of the night rewarding her. Proving she’d made the right choice. But he wouldn’t press that issue. He knew it would be the quickest way to lose her. He could only hope she wasn’t done with him now.

Wes reached up and angled one of the water streams between their bodies. Staying inside her—where he damn well belonged, he’d decided—he poured soap into his hand and leisurely stroked it over Rubi’s br**sts and down her flat belly, making him remember the ice cream. Where the hell that wild compulsion had come from, he had no idea. He’d never done anything so spontaneous. So ridiculously…decadent. So carelessly…playful. He couldn’t imagine any woman he’d been with in the past open to something so frivolous, so messy, so…fucking fun.

“You’ve got an awfully cocky grin on your face, Lawson.” Her soft voice brought his gaze up. Her eyes were open, but so heavy her black lashes concealed all but the sparkle.

He chuckled, lifted his brow, and shook his head. There were no words to describe their first encounter. “That’s happy, not cocky. I’m…truly speechless.” When she didn’t comment, just remained relaxed, a light, happy grin on her face, a little pinch of fear sparked deep inside him. He snuffed it, leaned in, and kissed her gently. “You’re amazing.”

Her hand came up to his face, the touch sweet as she curled her fingers and ran her knuckles across his jaw. Her eyes slid closed, and she kissed him back, slow, sweet, her tongue lazily making blood pool at the base of his c**k again.

He knew he needed to be the one to leave before she suggested it. He needed to leave her while she still wanted him. Which, by the way her hand was tightening in his hair, would be now.

Damn, this had to be one of the hardest things he’d ever done.

He broke the kiss and pulled out of her grip when she tried to pull him back to her mouth. Leaning away, he let the warm water wash the soap off her skin. “I’d better tuck you in and get home so we can both get some sleep.”

The disappointment that flashed over her face shot a hot stream of panic down his chest. “You’re leaving?”

He lifted her by the waist while bending his knees to pull out of her. Sensation streamed over his cock, spread deep into his hips, and Wes groaned with the pleasure of it. “Do you usually have guys sleep over?”

She tilted her head to the side and looked up at him with the same alluring glance she’d used the other night at the club. “I never have guys sleep over. I’ve never even brought a guy here.”

His chest tightened, and Wes’s breath left his lungs in a slow sweep. His mind warred—one side telling him he should stay and cinch that third link in a chain of firsts for her. Another voice whispered that leaving like this made their sex just sex, when he knew he wanted more. Yet another told him that if he wanted this to be different for her, different than her previous encounters with other men, she had to be the one wanting him again. He needed to maintain control—because she was the one who held it with every other man.

That didn’t calm his fear of leaving her alone to rationalize why they should never do this again. Or the sizzle of panic working its way over every nerve, urging him to stay.

He cupped her face and lifted her gaze to his. “What do you want, Rubi?”

Her hand stroked his shoulder, his bicep, her fingers curling around his forearm. Her face was flushed, her lids heavy, lips swollen. And he was growing hard again. Those beautiful eyes searched his. Then a furrow appeared between them, and she shook her head, her gaze dropping away. “I…don’t know.”

His heart dropped. But it didn’t break. This was a minor setback. No big deal.

At least that was what he told himself.

He turned off the water, sidestepped her, and pushed the door to the glass enclosure open. Reaching for a cabinet, he found towels and pulled one out. Wrapping the fluffy terry around her shoulders, he used the ends to dry her body, kissing his way down until he was on his knees in front of her. Her belly was flat, that diamond stud sparkling in her dark skin. Her waist curved in, then flared gently at her hips. A tiny triangle of dark, cropped hair decorated her pu**y. He couldn’t begin to put her physical beauty or sexual attractiveness into words. He only knew he could look at her forever.

Fuck. Walking out that door was going to kill him.

But he settled the towel around her shoulders and pulled another from the cabinet for himself. After drying off quickly, he pulled on his pants, tucking his new erection away with a wince.

Rubi chuckled. She had her towel tight around her body now, her arms crossed, the nail of one thumb between her teeth. And the kittenish grin she shot over his body almost took him back to his knees.

“I’ve got that ugly early call tomorrow,” he forced himself to say. “And sweetheart, you wrung me out. I’m going to head home.”

He swung his arm around her shoulders and walked her out of the bathroom. As soon as they entered the bedroom, Rodie uncurled from his spot on Rubi’s bed and jumped down to follow. Wes put his hand down to pet his sleek head.