Edged (The Invincibles 2)

Would telling him that scare him off? My experience with men led me to believe it would. Anytime I’d mentioned seeing someone again, it was the last time I did.

“Tell me what you thought about, Rebel. If you did.”

“I did.” I could barely speak I wanted him so much.

Our eyes met, and the look he gave me sent a shot of lust straight to my clit. The red lace panties I couldn’t wait to put on since I saw the look on his face when I added them to my purchases, were now drenched.

Edge kissed me again, this time sliding his hand under my shirt. “Is this okay?” he whispered.

“Yes,” I moaned. “More than okay.” Merely having his hand on my skin sent a scorching shudder through my body.

“Do you have any idea how much I wanted you that night? How much I want you right now?” His accent sent shivers down my already quivering spine.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Was this going to happen? I’d wanted Edge to fuck me since the first time I laid eyes on him, but what would happen after he did? I was a murder suspect, facing trial. I had nowhere to live, except with him. And it wasn’t that I was just living with him; I was in his custody. Would things be too awkward after we had sex? Would he want me to leave as much as I would feel like I should?

“Wait.” I pushed him back so our bodies were no longer touching.

“Wait? I’ve waited three painfully long months to be with you, Rebel.”

“But…”

Edge’s face changed; instead of heated, it looked…disappointed. “If you’re saying no, I will respect that.”

I bit my bottom lip, wondering if I was making the wrong decision. What if he asked me to leave because I wouldn’t have sex with him?

“Little Rebel.” He cupped my cheek with his palm.

“I’m saying…not yet.”

He brought my hand to his lips and kissed the back of it. “Let me ask you this.”

I raised my eyebrows.

“Can I still kiss you?”

“Sure, we can still kiss.”

He turned my hand over and brought his lips to my wrist. “Here?

”

“Yes.”

He pushed the sleeve of my jacket out of his way and kissed the hollow on the inside of my elbow. “What about here?”

My eyes drifted closed as another shudder ran through my body. Saying no to this man was going to be the death of me.

“Rebel?” He kissed the same sensitive spot again, this time opening his mouth and pressing the hard tip of his tongue against it.

“Yes.”

He brushed my hair out of his way and kissed my neck, right below my ear.

“Yes,” I groaned before he asked.

“And here?” He touched my temple with his lips and then kept going, kissing across my forehead, my eyelids, my other temple, and below my other ear.

He had to know how turned on I was. Had to. He also had to know how close I was to changing my mind and dragging him to the nearest bed.