Page 48 of Rebel Protector

Then, she felt his enormous hard-on prodding her and gulped. Okay, maybe he wasn’t kidding.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled him closer, and his lips returned to hers, kissing her like she was the only thing that mattered. It was slow, deliberate, despite his obvious agony, and it made her chest tighten with emotions she didn’t have words for.

God, she didn’t want this to end.

But it had to.

They had to make every moment count.

A tear slid down her cheek, but she didn’t bother to wipe it away. She didn’t want him to see, but she couldn’t stop the emotions that were crashing down around her. The tenderness, the pain of leaving, the fear that after tonight, she’d never feel anything like this again.

Dom lifted his head, his eyes meeting hers. For a moment, it was like time froze. The room went still, and all she could hear was the sound of their breathing, heavy and uneven. His hand came up, gently brushing her hair back from her face.

"It’s okay," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion.

Her chest tightened at his words, and she bit her lip, trying to keep from crying.

She tried to hush the voice in her head that said it wasn’t okay. It would never be okay again.

She didn’t want to cry. Not now. Not when this was supposed to be their last perfect moment together.

“Sorry,” she whispered, gazing up at him. He answered her with another searing kiss, this one she felt all the way to her toes. It left her feeling even more broken.

This wasn’t just about sex. It wasn’t about the heat between them or the physical need to be close. This was about something deeper. Something that scared the hell out of her because it was too real, too raw, too overwhelming.

She wasn’t ready to put a name to it yet, but it was there, burning a hole in her chest. Leaving him tomorrow was going to rip her apart, but that was her secret to keep.

Slick with need and want, she lifted her hips off the bed to give him access, and with a low, almost pained groan, he slid into her.

“Fuck, Becca.”

He dipped his head as the sensation took hold, and she felt his breath hitch. He wasn’t the only one. She gasped along with him, as every fiber ignited. Every inch of him felt perfect, like they were made to fit together.

Her body arched toward him, her fingers digging into his back as he filled her utterly and completely. If she could capture one moment of their time together, this would be it.

Then he began to move.

Oh, holy hell!

Slow, unrushed, he thrust into her again, and her heart swelled as the familiar tightness in her belly grew. The pressure built surprisingly fast, for such a slow, sensual movement, but he didn’t rush. It was like he too was cherishing every stroke, every spark that flew through their bodies as the tension mounted.

She opened her eyes and saw the agonized bliss on his face, and it sent her soaring higher and higher, until she reached breaking point. Soon, she was gasping with every thrust, clinging to him, desperately raising up to meet every stroke. Her body was on fire, an inferno of sweet, mind-blowing desire.

“Dom,” she gasped, unsure what to do with the chaos of emotions spirally through her, crushing her with their intensity. Wrecking her so she would never be the same again.

She didn’t want it to end, but holy crap, she was going to come in a hot, molten mess beneath him.

Right now!

She cried out as the first wave hit, wild and luxurious, a complete sensory overload. Then came the next one, and the next, until she didn’t think she could bear it anymore. Some time, as she was convulsing around him, she thought she might have screamed his name, but she wasn’t sure. All she knew, was as her body locked down, she heard him emit a ragged growl as he let go.

Another rush of feeling as he came—hard. His whole body tensed as he surged against her, his fingers fisting in her hair, his body damp with sweat. Like they were fused together in one ecstatic moment. She’d never felt closer to anyone.

Her legs clenched around his waist, as she dissolved around him, floating just this side of consciousness. He pulsed inside her until he was wrung dry, and then he collapsed, slick and spent.

Becca felt his heavy, masculine weight pressing down on her, his heart pounding next to hers—and she knew that nothing would ever be the same again.

CHAPTER 20