Rebel (Renegades 2)

“Right,” she murmured. “Through the bedroom. On the left. ” She licked a trail up his neck and pulled his earlobe between her teeth. “I can’t wait to feel you inside me. ”

Her dark whisper tickled his ear. Drained blood straight from his brain to his cock. She was the most exciting, most erotic, most exquisite woman he’d ever known. “God, Rubi… What the hell took us so long to figure this out?”

She hummed, the soft sound sated and sweet as she pressed her cheek to his shoulder. “Fear of regretting it later. ”

“We won’t. ” He turned his head and kissed her temple, reassuring them both. “We won’t. ”

He passed through a massive bedroom with a four-poster bed. Rodie jumped into the center and curled into a ball. Wes turned left at the first doorway and found the master bath. The room stretched on forever with whirlpool tub, double vanities, marble floors. And a separate shower, an open design of colorful slate and glass with a million showerheads and a bench.

He set her on her feet and held her waist as he reached in to turn on the water. She was warm and lazy against him, pressing kisses to his arm, chest, neck, anywhere she could reach. So damn sweet it made him smile and ache at the same time. Her hand slid down his chest, belly, and pushed at his pants until his cock came free. Her fingers curved around him with a long, hungry moan.

“Holy fuck,” slipped out of his mouth. Bright lights lit off behind his eyes. Lust streaked up his spine. “Baby…”

“Do you have condoms?” she asked against his shoulder.

“Can’t think when you’re touching me. ” Wes pulled her hand from his pants and pushed the cotton past his hips, letting them fall to the floor. “Jesus, okay, what?”

“Damn, you’ve got a body on you, Lawson,” she said. “Condoms. ”

His mind chugged, chugged, failed. “Aren’t you on birth control?”

“Yes, but…”

He tested the water with his hand and stepped in, pulling her with him. Water hit him from every direction, and Wes put his face directly beneath a stream until his head—and the chocolate—cleared. Then he wiped the water from his eyes.

“I have some,” she said. “I’ll get them—”

“I’m clean,” he said, curving an arm around her waist and pulling her back. “I haven’t had sex in three months and came back clear two months ago. ”

She turned her face up to his, those beautiful eyes hazed and heavy lidded. Christ, she was painfully beautiful. He couldn’t believe this was happening.

“Three months?” she asked. “Why not?”

He slid his hands over her small waist, the flare of her hips, around her ass. Smooth. Firm. Warm. Beautiful.

Heaven. Fucking heaven.

“You’re the only woman I’ve wanted. ”

He leaned down and kissed her. She was soft, so giving, so fucking hot she blurred his brain. He needed to be inside her. Needed…

“Rubi,” he groaned.

“Let me get—”

He caught her arm, twirled her back, and took her face in both hands. Her hair was damp and midnight black, her eyes bright ocean green. “Baby, do we need them?”

“I… No, I guess… I mean, I’m clean too. I’ve just always used a condom. I just—”

He pulled her mouth to his, kissing her with all the hunger he’d built up over the months. While their tongues danced, he wrapped her in his arms, lifted, turned, and pressed her against the smooth rock wall. She opened her legs to him, wrapped his hips, and pulled him close with her feet at his back. The feel of her wanting him made his chest so tight, he ached.

“I want to be different, Rubi,” he said between kisses. “I want to feel you. Every inch of you. ”

Reaching between them, Wes stroked the head of his cock over her opening, seated himself, then, unable to do anything else, he thrust. A sound bubbled from her throat, one echoing the delicious pleasure riding his own nerves. She gripped him with her heat, and his mind blanked out. His legs shook.

“Fucking. Perfect,” he breathed.

“God…” Her head tilted back against the wall. Plump pink lips parted. Eyes closed. So much pleasure tightening her face, need yanked at his limited control.