Her Rebel

My body stays motionless and I close my eyes. Slowly she places kisses all over the tattoo, and every trail of her lips makes my skin ignite with need.

“I dream about you,” I hear her whisper. “You’re real.”

I turn around and look down at her. Her eyes are filled with wonder. I take a few steps back from her so I can breathe and not have her scent filling my lungs. She’s so sweet and having her this close is making me lose my control. But even that small amount of distance makes me anxious and I close the distance between us once again.

She studies my face. She’s looking at me as if I told her I created the world. It’s intoxicating. I need her to say something. Give me a clear sign of what she wants.

Her full lips part as if hearing my silent plea, and she tells me what I’ve longed to hear.

“Make love to me.”

Chapter Six

Minnie

I can’t believe that I just blurted that out. I want it more than anything.

My dreams were real. He’s real, and I want to be connected to him. It’s surreal and I want to grab a hold of him and never let go. I can’t have this fade away like my dreams do. But it wasn’t a dream. He’s the boy from when I was little. I want to laugh thinking of him ever being a small boy, because he’s all man now. But even when we were kids he was never little. I don’t know how I didn’t see it before now.

He takes another step towards me. His big hand rises, but pauses before it touches my cheek. “Are you sure this is what you want?”

Oh god, I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life. My eyes roam over his hard chest and up to his dark eyes. I reach out and place my palm on the place where his heart is beating. I begin to roam up his chest loving the feel of him on my fingertips. I take a step into him, pressing my body to his. His hand clenches before it comes to my hip and pulls me into a tight hold.

“Say it again, princess,” he growls at me. My body tingles at his deep voice. The command in it is clear.

I lick my lips and watch as his hungry eyes take it all in. “I’ve been yours since the moment you took my hand all those years ago. When you told me you’d take me wherever I wanted to go, I became yours.”

A look passes over his eyes before he’s on me instantly. Lifting me up by my hips, he carries me to the bed and puts me down onto it. I fall back as his big body comes over mine and eclipses everything else. The look in his eyes is fierce. Hungry. Maybe I should be scared, but I’m not. He’s a big man and he’ll be a lot for my little body to handle. More so because I’ve never had a lover before. I’ve heard it can be painful the first time, but no fear lingers inside me.

Owen is the only thing I’ve ever wanted, and right now I need him.

Chapter Seven

Owen

My heart feels like it might pound out of my chest. I remind myself to be gentle with her, and I keep saying it as raging need builds inside me.

Reaching down, I stroke her inner thigh where she’s so fucking soft. I move my hand between her legs, and she lets out a sigh that goes straight to my cock. When her creamy legs spread a little more, inviting my touch, I feel like a god.

I hold back a growl, not wanting to scare her with how rough I am. She’s got miles of silky skin up and down her body and I want to devour every inch.

She may think she’s ready to take me, but I need to make this as painless as possible for her. Hurting her is the last thing I ever want to do. I want to make her crave me like I crave her and have her begging for more.

Minnie leans up, removing her top. I’m not surprised when I see she doesn’t have a bra on. I’ve been watching her move about all morning, her perky tits bouncing with every move she makes. My cock hasn’t gone down since the day she stepped foot in this building, but today was a whole new level. It was almost impossible to get anything done when I could see the outline of her hard nipples poking against the material.

Looking down at her now, I see her pink-tipped breasts are begging for my mouth. I lean in and kiss my way up each mound before I suck one of her hard peaks into my mouth. Her fingers dig into my hair, gripping me hard in her own possessive hold as I taste her sugary nipples.