Page 41 of His Loyal Rebel

"Can't sleep, knowing you're over here on the other side of the wall." The mattress shifted under her. "Move over."

She scooted, pulling the covers with her. "That sounds like a personal problem."

He tugged her down on the mattress until he spooned her against his front. She sighed at the weight of his arm over her waist and the warmth against her back.

She hated that her body craved him. He was the last thing she needed in her life.

All he'd done since meeting him was complicate her upturned life.

She yawned, and Whip chuckled silently, jiggling her body as his amusement spread.

"What?" she whispered.

He moved his arm. The warmth of his palm covered her breast.

Her nipple hardened in a titillating gift of pleasure. She reacted, turning her body until she faced him.

"Why are you laughing at me?" She planted her hands on his bare chest and closed her eyes in the darkness for a moment at the swell of arousal being beside him brought her.

"Your yawn is my signal to act quick." He smoothed her hair away from her face. "Before you fall asleep on me."

"Act?" She yawned again. "What are you talk—?"

He captured her mouth. Pleasure enveloped her. She met his tongue, moaning in satisfaction.

Whip cupped her ass, pulling her flush with the front of him. His hard cock evident against her lower stomach. She cupped his head, holding him close, stroking his tongue.

How could someone who brought such uproar into her life make her melt in his arms?

He rolled on top of her and lifted his head. "How about you get out of those panties you're wearing?"

His upper body stretched away from her. Wanting him back, but knowing he reached toward the pile of condoms she'd spotted on the nightstand earlier, she dropped her hands to the mattress.

"Do you screw all the women who stay here?" she whispered.

He came back to her, planting his elbows by her shoulders. "I'm going to fuck you."

"That doesn't answer my question." She bristled underneath him. "Don't use me."

He stilled above her. "I would've had you at the rental house, but I didn't have a condom. I spent almost a week with you in the cabin, wanting you every damn second we were together. Your sweet ass snuggled up against me every night about done me in."

"But, you didn't—"

"I didn't have a condom."

She gulped. "Now you have a condom."

"Yeah, sis, I have a condom." He kissed her impossibly light on the lips and said, "I have a whole pile of condoms, and I plan on using at least half of them."

Her heart hammered. "Only half?"

He sucked in and lowered his hand to her hip, hooking his thumb into the elastic of her panties. "Are you challenging me?"

She hooked her ankles around the back of his calves, amazed that he'd walked to her room with not a stitch of clothing. Knowing he was covered in tattoos that appealed to her, she wished there was a light on in the room.

Raising her head, she kissed him. He growled against her lips.

Whip had her out of her panties before she could take another breath. He tugged on her nightshirt. She squirmed until the material came off over her head. Being naked with him was like a breath of fresh air. There was hope next to him.