Rebel Roused (Untamed #5) by Jinsey Reese, Victoria Green Read Free Book Online Page A

lost in you.” My words were low and raspy.
    “God, Ree.” He was panting hard, his chest heaving, his breath hot against my ear as he whispered, “I want to spend the rest of my life losing myself in you. Just like this.”
    He kissed every inch of my breasts and stomach, nibbled on my collarbone. His lips were setting off fireworks in places I had no idea could even feel this kind of thrill from a simple touch.
    But this wasn’t just a simple touch from any guy.
    This was Dare.
    Unrestrained. Unbridled. Untamed.
    The other half of my heart. My always and forever.
    I slid my fingers along the waistband of his jeans, unbuttoning them, ripping his zipper down. Before I could take him in my hands, though, he trapped my wrist.
    “Not here.” He nodded at a row of Rex’s paintings, placing his arms under me and pulling us up to a standing position. “The apartment. Upstairs.”
    We somehow made it up the steep stairs to my—and Dare’s—old place without detangling our limbs or lips. Crashing into walls, bumping against furniture, we kissed our way to the bedroom.
    He released me and peeled off his shirt. With his hands above his head, his muscles tightened, cutting across his skin so sharply he looked dangerous to the touch. But I didn’t hesitate in reaching out and trailing my fingers across his firm abs. I loved the feel of his body—the combination of hard muscle and soft skin always made me weak in the knees.
    And wet. A pulse grew between my thighs as I touched him, the anticipation of feeling him moving inside me fueling it even further. Every single part of me was desperate to feel him pressed against my body. When I delved lower, tracing the sharp muscles that dipped into his jeans, he groaned and pressed himself against my hand.
    “You’re covered in paint.” I laughed, my lips against his chest, tasting him, savoring him.
    Dare lowered his mouth to my ear. “Then how about a nice, hot, dirty shower?”
    “A dirty shower?” My cheeks were flushed with arousal, my lips puffy.
    “Oh, yes. A filthy one,” he murmured, then claimed my lips again, his mouth and tongue inspiring all sorts of naughty thoughts to flit through my mind. “I need you so fucking bad.” The edge in his voice made me shudder in anticipation. “Right now, right here.”
    Losing myself in the heated kiss, I grabbed his hand and brought it down between my legs to show him how much I needed him too.
    Almost a month without naked Dare made for a very impatient, horny Ree.
    His fingers slid inside my panties, grazing my throb, making me moan into his mouth as they slipped inside.
    “Jesus, Ree.” He breathed the words, and picked me up, carrying me into the bathroom.
    The tiles he set me down on were cold against my feet, but I barely noticed. My entire body was ablaze with his touch.
    He turned on the shower and looked back at me, the sweetest, naughtiest grin igniting his sharp features. One that went both to my wild, hammering heart and other, more tingly parts that were clamoring for attention.
    My skirt and underwear were down my legs and off my body within seconds. Dare’s jeans followed. He adjusted the water temperature and pulled me into the shower with him.
    The hot water made his skin slick and smooth, and my hands couldn’t get enough of him. I wanted to touch him everywhere, feel every inch of his body against mine.
    “Let me wash you,” he said, his hands already lathering up with the soap I’d left behind all those weeks ago.
    I arched an eyebrow. “I thought this was supposed to be a dirty shower.”
    “Oh, it will be. But want I to get my hands on you first. I want to feel all of you, wet and slippery like this. I want to tease you before making you beg for the dirty.”
    Oh, god. Yes, please.
    His hands felt so good as they slid up my arms, over my shoulders and breasts, trailing down my stomach, careful to avoid my wound. I couldn’t stifle my moans when he worked his way lower, slipping his fingers