Page 66 of His Loyal Rebel

Happy to do that, she stretched to her tiptoes and kissed him.

He wrapped his arm around her lower back, lifting and holding her higher. Pressed against his hard body, she forgot about the others in the room. Sucking his tongue, she let go of the cue stick and looped her arms around his neck.

Her feet left the ground. Her ass landed on a flat surface. She opened her eyes and quickly shut them at the brightness of the light hanging over the pool. Whip hooked his hand behind her thigh, lifting her leg up to hug his hip without missing a stroke of his tongue.

She squealed into his mouth, shocked that he would put her on the pool table. He ground himself between her legs, and her eyes rolled back in her head. There would never be a day that she got enough of him. Even if they stayed in bed for twenty-four hours, she would always feel like she wanted more.

Slipping her hands under his vest, she went searching for the hem of his shirt and found bare skin. She moaned, wrapping her other leg around him.

Opening her eyes, she flinched, remembering where she was. She pushed against him. "Whip." Hit with arousal, she kissed him again before breaking apart. "We can't." She arched, not wanting to stop the flutters multiplying inside of her. "Not here."

He pulled his head back, stared at her with half-lidded eyes, and slid his hands under her armpits, removing her from the table in one fell swoop. She swayed. He pulled her from the room, leading her down the hallway, and opened the door to his bedroom.

As soon as they'd talked the other night, he'd moved her into his room permanently. No more going back and forth from room to room. She gave him no argument. Knowing more about him only made her want to be with him constantly.

A growing fear that something would happen to him stayed with her.

The door shut. She unsnapped her shorts and shimmied out of them, taking her panties with her. Her gaze never leaving him as he stepped over and grabbed a condom, and put his pistol on the bed.

Her stomach fluttered at the sight of his ass. She had the urge to squeeze his butt through his Levi's. Compared to the man, that part of his body was small and tight and utterly fascinated her.

She loved to watch him walk. Sometimes at work, she'd spot him out the window as he patrolled the parking lot or tinkered on his Harley while he waited for her, and that butt stopped her in her tracks each time.

The clink of his buckle coming undone left her gasping. He turned toward her, wearing his jeans low and rolling on a condom. Her womb clenched. He was the sexiest man.

His mouth crashed onto her mouth, and he plunged his tongue. He kissed her with the passion they'd started on the pool table, and she unleashed what she was forced to hold back around the others.

He growled into her mouth and turned her around. Pulling back his head, he guided her in front of him and put her on the bed. Her knees cushioned by the mattress, she tossed her hair behind her.

"God damn, I like looking at you," he murmured, twining his hand in her hair at her back.

She widened her knees and arched her back with the pressure of his hold.

He plunged, fierce and swift.

Her body pitched forward. He let go of her hair and gripped her hips, pulling her back. With each thrust, his balls slapped against her clit.

"You're mine, sis." He rode harder, faster.

Flesh slapping flesh filled the sparse bedroom. He shifted, pressing against her back, laying kisses down her spine until her skin prickled and her insides vibrated.

She moaned loudly, holding nothing back.

With him, she was free. Nothing was coming between them. He loved her for who she was. Loved every part of her. Loved being with her. Those were dedications she'd never heard before and wanted to hear her whole life.

He loved her to happiness.

He loved her despite her past.

He loved her as much as she loved him.

Her arms trembled, slowly losing strength. Her wetness coated him.

Whip wrapped his arm around her hip and slipped his finger over her clit from the front as he continued to thrust his cock into her from behind. Caught up in what he was doing to her, she panted.

Then, his lips were on her ear. "All mine."

His words unraveled her. She bucked against him, orgasming from deep in her soul. Whip, buried fully inside of her, grunted, adding a quiver of his own.