The Rebel (Red's Tavern 2)

I groaned deeply and closed the gap between us. His body was so warm and inviting, pulling me in like a fucking magnet. I wrapped my body around his from behind, reaching my hands underneath the hem of his shirt and inching my fingers up the skin of his stomach.

“Your hands are so warm,” he murmured. He leaned into me, arching his neck backward so that his head was resting on my shoulder.

“Whole body’s hot right now,” I said, dipping to kiss the soft skin of his neck. I let my fingertips linger at the bottom of his stomach, trailing gently just above the waistband of his jeans.

He shuddered in place. “You know I’m too ticklish for that,” he said, squirming in my grasp.

I tightened my arms around him, not letting him squirm out. “I know you are,” I said. “And you know I’m too desperate for you to be stopping for a glass of water instead of getting naked.”

In my peripheral vision I could see a smile playing over his lips. “Hydration is important. We have all the time in the world.”

I placed one of my hands on his cock, bulging through his jeans. I gave it a squeeze and he moaned, his cock twitching.

I didn’t give a fuck what Liam said about having all the time in the world—I needed him now, more than ever, and right now I was playing for keeps.

“Okay, maybe I’m too desperate, too,” he whispered.

He spun around in my arms, his lips claiming mine again. It felt like winning the lottery for the hundredth time that night. I opened to him and felt the warm rush of wetness from his tongue.

How could one person so single-handedly drive me insane?

Liam broke off a moment later and took my hand in his. He grabbed the glass of water and led me to the sunroom where we’d filmed our video.

“You’ve made some improvements,” I said. There were light, gauzy curtains on the windows in the sunroom now, letting in the low moonlight.

“I put the curtains in a few days ago,” he said. “All the light still comes in, without any risk of Mrs. Bates seeing something she’d rather not.”

“Don’t assume,” I said, grinning. “Maybe she’d love to see me on my knees for you.”

“Well, then she can sign up for the Hardy Productions website,” Liam said. He eyed the camera in the corner, giving it a nod. “Want to turn it on?”

I shook my head. “No. Fuck the camera. You’re mine.”

The smile on his face was a complete gift.

Finally, finally, he gave me what I wanted, stripping off his shirt in the low, bluish light. He brought out every porn-star move he knew best—taking his time with the button on his pants, zipping them down slowly, then turning around so his ass was facing me. As he pulled down his pants, his ass might as well have bounced out, so fucking firm and round and driving me up the goddamn wall.

He tossed away his clothes, completely naked now as he turned around to face me again.

His cock was standing at attention.

“God,” I said, breathing out as I took a step closer to him, running my hand along his shoulder, down to his chest, skating over all of his tattoos.

“What’s up?”

I hummed. “I was... planning on playing it cool. Watching you strip, using my tongue, teasing the hell out of you.”

“And now you’re not going to?”

“Now I’m totally fucking distracted. You know you’re gorgeous, right?”

“People have paid a lot of money to see me naked for my whole adult life,” he said. “But it means more coming from you than a single one of them.”

“Mmm,” I hummed, leaning forward and gently kissing the small tattoo of a constellation on the top of his chest. I moved lower until I was on my knees in front of him, my hands sliding down his thighs. He moved a hand through my hair and I looked up to see him looking down at me, his face full of emotion. He almost looked surprised.

“You okay?” I whispered gently.

“Yeah,” he whispered back.

“Seem a little… deer in the headlights, is all,” I said.

He paused for a moment, and I saw him swallow. “I… I never thought we’d get here,” he said simply. “I never thought I’d be with you again.”

I dipped to press a row of small kisses against the skin of his inner thigh. “I never thought so, either,” I said. I looked back up at him, pulling in a long breath. “But here we are.”

“I always wanted you so damn badly, but I had no idea how much growing up I needed to do,” he said.

I puffed out a small laugh. “I… I didn’t either,” I said. “I thought I had everything so figured out, but I was missing the most important thing I needed.”