Rebel by Aubrey Ross Page A

uncertainty filled her
eyes.
    “I won’t hurt you. I’m not angry
anymore.”
    “I know.”
    Her voice trembled and Ashton hesitated.
“Everything about you tells me you want me, but I still see fear in
your eyes. Are you worried about pregnancy or an STD?”
    “No. Injections are mandatory, even for the
premier’s son.”
    “Then what’s wrong?”
    “I shouldn’t want you. It’s weak. It betrays
everything I hold dear. I can’t do this.”
    Framing her face with his palms, he kissed
her, distracted her while he scanned her emotions. Desire pounded
through her, the intensity easily matching his. Part of what
frightened her was how much she wanted him. The flickers of shame
bothered him. He didn’t want her to feel guilty about the
attraction flaring between them.
    “You’re my hostage,” he whispered against
her mouth. “I’m much stronger than you. I’m a ruthless bastard. I
take what I want when I want it. Your only rational choice is
surrender.”
    She opened her eyes and nodded,
understanding clear in her gaze. With those words he’d released her
inhibitions, freed her from her shame and gave her an excuse to
give in to her desire.
    “Stand up.” He used a firm, commanding
tone.
    He didn’t move back as she stood and the
silky skin of her belly brushed his face. Hooking his thumbs in the
waistband of her panties, he dragged them down. She stepped out of
the undergarment with one foot and kicked them aside with the
other. He nuzzled her belly, teasing her with featherlight kisses
while his hands explored the firm contour of her ass. Her flesh was
soft and warm, addictive. He stroked her, squeezed her, memorized
the texture of her skin.
    “Raise your leg to my shoulder. I want to
taste you.”
    A shuddering breath escaped her mouth, but
she tentatively lifted her foot off the floor. Ashton guided her
leg into place and bent slightly, breathing against her damp sex.
“When we’re finished, I’m going to shave these curls. You’ll love
how my tongue feels sliding across your smooth, sensitive mound.
Nothing should distract from such pleasures.”
    “Then shave me now.”
    He looked up at her, their gazes colliding
across the quivering expanse of her naked body. “I can’t wait. Can
you?” With his gaze still locked with hers, he flicked her clit
with his tongue. She gasped and jerked, grasping his upper arms for
support. “Didn’t think so.”
    Holding her firmly against his mouth, he
circled the swollen nub. Her fingers tightened each time he stroked
the sleek hood protecting her exquisitely sensitive nerve endings.
Her feminine musk stirred his senses and her soft cries urged him
on. He’d imagined this, dreamed of her taste and her trembling
need.
    He dragged his tongue from back to front,
gathering her cream and sucking it into his mouth. She squirmed as
he grew bolder, pushing into her core and exploring her tender
folds. Her hips rocked. She did everything in her power to bring
his tongue back into contact with her clit. Each soft cry fueled
his resolve to build the urgency. He wanted her panting and
desperate, ready for anything.
    She stiffened, her breath caught on a gasp,
and he quickly pulled away.
    “No!” Her fingers tangled in his hair. “I
was almost—”
    “The first time you come for me, I want to
be inside you.” Easing her back across the bunk, he pulled her hips
to the edge and bent her knees. “Hold your legs open.”
    Her wide, luminous eyes stared up at him as
he gently parted her folds and pushed two fingers into her pussy. Stars, she was hot! Her inner muscles clenched his fingers,
her passage wet and incredibly tight. Why was she so tight? He
pushed deeper, spreading his fingers as wide as her stubborn
muscles allowed. She moaned and shook.
    Bracing himself against the bed with one
hand, he arched over her, claiming her mouth with deep, passionate
kisses. He slid his fingers in and out, rotating his wrist with
each stroke. “How long has it been, sweetheart?