Rebel (Renegades 2)

A grin turned his mouth, but desire immediately wiped it away. “It only gets

better. ” He slid one hand over her ass, paused to squeeze before traveling down the back of her smooth, tight thigh and lifted her leg to his hip. With his other hand supporting her, he dipped her slowly. Kissing her neck and moving south until his mouth was on the skin exposed in the open cleavage. He tugged the fabric from one barely covered nipple with his teeth and sucked it into his mouth. When her chest vibrated with a groan of pleasure, he closed his teeth gently around the peak and added pressure until her fingernails dug into his biceps.

With another tug of fabric, he covered her breast and pulled her out of the dip. Her gaze was a little shocked, but heavy with desire.

“All part of your benefits,” he said close to her ear.

He moved his hand along her body to the other breast, and paused to squeeze and tease. Scanning the floor, Wes found everyone lost in their own worlds, many as hotly involved in each other as he and Rubi.

When he kissed her again, her mouth was open, hot and giving. The feel of her desire snapped a fuse on his brain. Made him deliriously reckless. He eased his hand between their bodies and over her sex.

They groaned at the same time, and Rubi’s mouth grew more demanding, as if she were telling him what she wanted him to do with his hand. Keeping a rhythm on the dance floor while kissing and feeling someone up was harder than he’d thought. Especially when Rubi had blown his circuits. His mind seemed to split, his thoughts flipping between the two—dance, fuck. Dance, fuck. It took a deliberate effort to focus on the music and keep his movements synced. Every brain cell strained toward touching Rubi. Toward pleasuring her. Toward proving she would want for nothing if she gave him a chance.

He kept his body close to hers to cover their activities and pushed his hand deeper between her legs. Heat swallowed his fingers. She was soft and hot beneath the silk. Smooth. Deliciously curved.

He teased her, tracing her lips and folds. His fingertips stroked the dampness over her opening, and he groaned against her neck. “Fuck, baby. You’re burning. And so wet. ”

“Wes…” Her whisper was needy, insistent, and she pushed her hips into his hand.

Wes had to grit his teeth not to forge ahead and make her come. He wanted her to remember how badly she’d needed his touch. The combination of throbbing music, pulsing darkness, writhing crowd, and growing sexual frenzy between them created a strange sense of privacy. With a little more alcohol in his system, he could see how easily he could fuck her right here, right now, on this public dance floor.

The woman made him feel almost invincible.

He slid his mouth from her lips to her cheek, her jaw. “God, I want to suck you,” he murmured, keeping his fingers light over her pussy. “I want to lick you. I want to eat you. I want to fuck you with my tongue. So good. It would be so good. ”

Her hands fisted in his shirt and she groaned, the sound dripping with need.

He stepped away to turn her in his arms and pull her back against him again. Once she’d settled into their grind, Wes slid one hand from her waist to her hip, between their bodies to her ass. She lifted an arm back and around his neck, pulling his head down to her open mouth.

Her desire for him was a bigger rush than any stunt. More fulfilling than any accolade. He met her tongue, and they danced, responding to each other as if they’d been together forever, the perfect match. If their kiss in the car had been euphoria, this was absolute ecstasy.

She pulled out of the kiss, breathless, and pressed her forehead to his jaw. “Wes…God…”

He eased his hand beneath the fringe covering her ass. Slipped one finger under the edge of her thong and traced the path between her ass cheeks. He touched her sweet, sensitive pucker, and Rubi gasped, her head pushing harder against his jaw.

A whimper floated from her mouth. He lifted his free hand to her lips. “Suck my fingers. ” Her lids lifted, exposing lazy, fiery green eyes before her lips parted and she took two fingers into her mouth. Wes’s cock strained at the site. At the feel of her stroking tongue, the heat of her mouth. “That’s it. Get them good and wet. ”

He pulled his fingers from her lips and traded the position of his hands on her body, sliding beneath her thong to tease her ass with his wet fingers. Rubi’s eyes closed, teeth clenched and her head laid back against his shoulder.

“God that’s so sweet. ” He wanted to explore, push her very tight boundaries here, but forced himself to ease his hand deeper between her legs, and found her opening, slick and hot.

He closed his teeth gently over the skin at the base of her neck and groaned with all his ferocious need.

“Oh my…” Rubi’s God muffled beneath Wes’s mouth as he kissed her.

He stroked her with heavy hungry fingers. Lightened his touch and teased her. And finally broke the kiss to gather air, his lungs as tight as his cock.

“I want to fucking eat you alive. ” His voice was raspy, and his slipping control made him rough as he pushed one finger inside her.

Her quiet throaty sound of surprise and pleasure pushed Wes higher. Pillowy soft. Searingly hot. He stroked her walls, twisted his wrist and found the small swell of her G-spot.

“Fuck…Wes…”

He withdrew, added a finger, and teased her opening again.

“Wes…” she complained, her hips rocking back and into his touch.

He teased her with shallow thrusts. “Come and get it, baby. Rock that body. ”