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

between my legs, teasing my opening with a preview of what was to come. He kissed my neck, sucking on my wild pulse, one thumb circling my clit as his other hand went back up to my breast to lightly pinch my nipple.
    “You have to let me have a turn,” I said between raspy breaths. “Please.”
    But when I tried to wash him in return, to satisfy my craving to feel him, he lost all ability to behave. He shut his eyes and leaned his head back, allowing me to lather his body for less than a minute before grasping my wrists and pushing himself against me. His erection pressed into my stomach as he trapped me between a rock-hard slab of muscles and a cold, wet wall.
    “Fuck it, Ree. I can’t wait anymore. I need you now. I want to take you hard.” He parted my thighs with his knee and slid his hand up the inside of my leg, toward my pulsing core. Caressing my folds, he brushed the tip of his finger over my clit, then plunged inside. “I want to make you feel just how much I fucking love you. From inside out.”
    Groaning at the sudden invasion and the welcomed pleasure it brought, I tightened around him and pushed my hips forward in an attempt to bring him even deeper. He obeyed, giving me another finger at the same time as his lips closed around the peak of my breast, sucking my nipple into his warm mouth.
    Oh, god…I’d missed this so much. I’d missed him so much.
    “More, Dare. More of you, please .”
    “You’re so fucking tight, baby.” His voice was barely audible over the sound of the shower as the spray beat against our skin, but the lust throbbing through it was undeniable. “I don’t think I’ll be able to restrain myself for long hearing you beg like that, knowing how deliciously tight and wet you are right now.”
    He moved his fingers inside me, first slowly, testing out my limits, but then with increased speed and intensity. In and out. Deeper and faster. Just the way I needed it.
    The motion threatened to bring me over the edge in record time. When he rubbed his thumb over my clit, I cried out his name.
    “I’m going to come,” I said, hooking my leg around his waist and bringing his hardness against my opening. “But I want to come with you inside me. Please, Dare. Please don’t hold back.”
    His mouth came down on mine, hard and rough, and he pulled my leg higher up, parting my thighs, bearing me to him as he throbbed against me.
    “You have no idea how badly I needed to hear that.” With those words, he thrust his hips forward, burying himself deep into me.
    Spreading me. Filling me. Completing me.
    I gasped, then moaned, so fucking pleased with how he felt inside. I’d been craving this, yearning for him, desperate to be devoured by his love.
    Everything he did told me just how much this moment meant to him, too. It was in the way he rocked his hips and the urgency with which he dug his fingers into my skin as if he couldn’t get enough contact. It flowed through the things that surged from his mouth between kisses, painting me with the color of his words: so perfect, so beautiful, so mine.
    Every muscle on his body was tensed as he pumped into me, his thighs flexed and his legs holding up our weight. Our kisses were frantic. We breathed for each other, into each other, with each other—existing as one. This moment was what raw, real love was all about. It wasn’t perfect. It was carnal, painful, beautiful, and even a little desperate.
    We weren’t making love. We weren’t fucking.
    We’d reached a completely different plane.
    For the first time ever, we really, truly were one .

ten

    W hen I peered through the peephole of our apartment a week later, the last people I expected to be on the other side were my parents. I hadn’t seen them since the day Dare had found me.
    I’d been groggy when my father had burst into my hospital room with a gaggle of reporters clamoring to capture the moment of reunion between a concerned father and his poor, victimized daughter. My mother stood