Rebellion (A Dangerous Man, #2) Read Free

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bed to make love in. I step towards it, moving almost involuntarily.
    At the foot of the bed, I stop and run my hands along the
soft linen bedspread. I turn to see if David is following me, and find that he
is right behind me.
    His face dips to the back of my neck, moving my hair out of
the way, as he uses his lips to tease the sensitive skin. “Do you like it?” He
whispers, his voice is unmistakably sensual.
    I arch my neck, exposing more of my skin to his lips. “Yes.”
I whisper.
    He pulls me to him, his hands circling my waist, and molding
my body against his. Sighing softly, I lean back, pressing myself against his
hard body. I feel his erection against the back of my thighs and my body
clenches in sweet need. I moan softly.
    “You’re an aphrodisiac.” He murmurs in my ear, his voice
husky. “I want you every minute,” His hands finds my breasts through my clothes
and start to rub them gently from behind.
    I close my eyes, luxuriating in the feel of his hands and
the sound of his voice. His hands roam down from my breasts to my thighs.
Gripping the hem of my skirt, he pulls it up until it’s around my waist. I feel
the cool air on my exposed flesh, then his hands, warm, strong, caressing the
softness of my butt, until the heat building between my legs is a pulsing,
raging fire, and I want so much more.
    We’re still standing, and my legs are so weak that I have to
lean back against him. He unbuttons my blouse and undoes my bra, pushing it up until
my breasts spill naked into his hands.
    I sigh with pleasure when he grabs them, massaging them with
a slow, rhythmic motion while playing with my aching nipples. I moan and press
harder against him, wet and aching, desperate for him to give me what I need.
    Still standing, he pulls my panties down and spreads my
legs, stroking me with his fingers. I am so wet, they slip into me very easily,
I hear him groan, and the sound fires my blood. I reach back for his belt, but
he’s faster than I am. He releases me for a moment while he undoes his pants,
the next moment I can feel him, rock hard, pressing insistently against my
thighs.
    I shimmy until my panties fall all the way down, and then
step out of them, leaving them discarded on the floor. I spread my legs, aching
for him to fill me. His fingers start to stroke me again, I hear myself panting
as he rubs back and forth, in and out, pleasuring me. I groan loudly, moving my
hips to his rhythm. He strokes me until my hips are jerking uncontrollably,
then he pulls his fingers away and replaces them with his thick, hard length.
    I press backward, and he pushes into me, making me whimper
uncontrollably as he fills me. I can’t stop myself from crying out again and
again as he thrusts, still gripping my hips. I match his strokes, pushing him
deeper into my core. I feel out of balance, like any moment I’ll fall, but I
don’t care, the only thing that matters is each sure thrust, each sweet burst
of pleasure. My whole body is heating up, and getting slick with sweat, but I
don’t care, I only want more. He groans and grips my waist tighter, thrusting
harder and faster. I can’t feel my fingers or my toes, I can’t feel anything,
only him and the devastating pleasure he is giving me. I cry hoarsely as my
brain reduces to nothing but sweetness. My body stiffens and I lose myself,
falling against him with a moan, as he groans and comes in a hot rush inside
me.
    I can’t catch my breath. I can feel his heart beating against
my back, and his breath coming in deep gasps. He slips out of me and my body
shivers with residual pleasure. My legs give way, and we both collapse on the
soft rug.
    When I catch my breath, I turn to look at him, unable to
suppress a giggle at how ridiculous we both look, half-undressed, and lying on
the floor.
    David follows my gaze, and chuckles. He kicks off his pants,
then gets up and, lifting me as easily as if I weigh nothing, he carries me
over to the bed, collapsing on top of me on the soft