This week I bring you more of Riding Rebel. This scene follows on from last week's first encounter (well, I skipped some).
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His grip on her arm tightened and he increased his pace as
they headed across the polished marbled floor of the lobby to the lifts. She
stumbled. He swivelled, grasped her shoulder, and pulled her into him to save
her from falling over. He'd forgotten she was tottering on sky-high-heeled
shoes. He really shouldn’t be such a bastard no matter how pissed off he was at
the situation.
His panting breath mingled with hers, their faces only an
inch apart. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay," she whispered in a breathy voice,
surprisingly subdued.
The urge to kiss her rose, watering his mouth. They stood in
the middle of a busy lobby with prying eyes and mobile phone cameras. Tomorrow,
their pictures would be splashed all over the Internet. It never bothered him
when that happened. However Rita's artless demeanour indicated she wasn't used
to the limelight. Something in him wanted to shield her from the exposure.
So he tamped down his desire and tilted her head up so she
had to look into his eyes. Her soft, smooth skin felt warm and beautiful brown irises
met his hesitantly. "I'm going to call the lift and go up to my room. It's
your choice if you want to come up or not."
"What..." She sucked in a breath as if gathering
strength to say what she needed. "What do you want from me?"
"I want to fuck you," he said in low voice meant
for her ears only.
Her lips parted, her breath hitched. The pulse on her neck
thundered and her throat rippled as she swallowed. But she didn't back away and
her saucer-wide eyes turned molten brown with lust.
There. He had his answer. She wanted him. Would she let him
fuck her? Because that's what it would be. In his world, sex was about fucking.
Wild, animalistic, unrestrained rutting. He would see to her pleasure again and
again. Still, it wouldn’t be sweet and it wouldn’t be loving.
A lift opened and a man stepped out. Tony released her and
walked into the lift.
Turning, he faced her. Enough game playing. She had to come
to him of her own volition.
She stood there looking sexy as sin as she bit her bottom
lip and her forehead puckered in a frown as if she wondered why he'd left her
in the lobby.
"I'm not going to drag you into the lift, if that’s
what you were expecting." His fingers itched to do it, though. He didn't
want to contemplate that she would turn around and walk away. Yet he had to
give her the opportunity. "You have to walk into this lift yourself if you
want me."
She glanced behind her and took a hesitant step backward.
His heart thundered. She was going to run. He held his
breath and counted to ten to stop from stepping out and grabbing her arm.
Instead, he jammed his finger into the door hold button and waited. Seconds
ticked by that felt like hours. Sweat beaded his forehead.
She looked up and met his gaze. "Can you make the pain
go away?"
I hope you enjoyed that. Leave me a comment and check out these other mid-week teasers.
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