Page 35 of Striker’s Rebel

“No.”

Every muscle in my body locks.

Then I see the spark in her eyes.

“No, I’m not telling you to stop.”

Little fucking rebel.

I catch the back of her neck and take her mouth.

The first taste hits hard.

I mean to start slow.

That lasts until she kisses me back.

Her lips part, and the second my tongue meets hers, control turns into a fight.

I pull her into me.

Careful of the bruised shoulder.

Not careful anywhere else.

Her soft curves press against my body, and my cock goes hard so fast it hurts.

June makes a sound into my mouth, sweet and hungry enough to hit me straight in the gut.

Mine.

Fuck.

I kiss her deeper.

Her hands grab my cut and she rises onto her toes, chasing me when I shift my mouth.

That does me in.

My fingers slide into her hair and tighten.

Not enough to hurt.

Enough to keep her exactly where I want her.

I tilt her head and kiss her until her breathing turns rough.

Until mine does too.

She presses closer.

My hand drops to her waist, then lower, spreading over the curve of her hip as I back her up.

One step.

Another.

The bed hits the backs of her legs.