Rebel Hard (Hard Play #2)(37)

He slammed his mouth down on hers, his hands hauling her hips to close the final distance between them. A second of shocked surprise and then Nayna was rising on tiptoe and kissing him back just as hungrily, her breasts crushed against the hard planes of his chest. When he rumbled something and took them to the blanket, she cooperated fully.

Then his weight was over her, though he was careful to brace himself so he didn’t crush her, and she was being kissed like she was his air and he couldn’t breathe. Nayna gripped his hair, stroked his nape, and kissed him back with all the frustrated passion inside her. When she bent one leg at the knee, he took advantage of the position to stroke the back of her thigh, going all the way to the edge of her panties.

Her pulse hitched, her cardigan suddenly stifling. “I have to take this off,” she gasped out after breaking the kiss.

Rising off her, he gave her room enough to get the garment off and was back before she could ask him to strip off his tee. God, he was so hot, so hard. His erection was blatant, the hand he ran up her thigh and to her hip confident. Finally breaking the kiss as he played with the lace side of her panties, his chest heaving as hard as hers, he looked into her eyes.

Whatever he saw there had him stroking his hand around her hip and under her panties to cup her bare cheek. Shyness threatened to drench her. She tugged at his T-shirt in a desperate fight to stave it off. Getting the hint, he rose and got rid of it before settling right back into his previous position, her bare cheek in his hand and all.

His fingers moved, stroking.

She swallowed and ran her hands down his chest, glorying in him. When she rose to press kisses across his skin, he shuddered. She loved how he tasted, the inherent masculine scent of him below the freshness of soap intoxicating. Squeezing the part of her he held, he dropped his mouth to her neck, kissing and nibbling his way down.

“I’ve been dreaming about seeing these breasts again,” he said against her skin as he tugged one strap of the sundress over her shoulder.

Her breast popped out, her nipple the picture of enthusiasm.

Raj closed his hand over it, squeezed. When she moaned, he smiled—and oh, that slow, sexy smile was even more glorious than she’d imagined and it scrambled her brain until she forgot to be embarrassed or shy as he tugged off the other strap, then pulled both down her arms, leaving her dress crumpled at her waist.

“I always seem to end up like this around you,” she whispered against his throat.

Raj pushed up off his hands with the ease of a man in peak physical condition. “I’m not complaining,” he rumbled, his eyes taking in the sight of her laid out like an invitation. “You’re fucking beautiful.”

The rough-edged comment hit her hard, made her boneless.

When he came back down on her and dropped his mouth to first one breast then the other, she gripped his hair and held on for the ride. Her hips jerked up convulsively against him, but he didn’t seem to mind, sliding one arm behind her back and arching her even further for his wet, suckling kisses.

Her breasts would be red tomorrow from the scrapes of his teeth and the roughness of his stubble and she just wanted more. Wrapping one leg around his back, she luxuriated in the feel of his muscles moving underneath, fluid and controlled at the same time.

“Raj,” she whispered when the sensations became too intense, a strange emptiness at her core. “I need you.”

His mouth was on her own before the sentence ended, his arms wrapping tight around her and flipping them over so that she lay on top of him, her breasts flat against his chest, her dress in danger of totally falling off, his erection a rigid brand against her. Without warning, like a switch being flicked that made her feel buried under a flood of sensation, it was all too much for her starved body and she ducked her head against his neck.

Breath ragged, he stroked her back.

After all they’d done together, it was the kiss he pressed to her temple that made her eyes sting, it was so violently tender. “Sorry,” she whispered.

“Why?” Another slow stroke of her back. “Anticipation just makes things better.”

His chest vibrated against her as he spoke, and she shivered. Rising up to look down at him, she said, “I thought I was ready.” Frustrated and aroused and needy. But it looked like after twenty-eight years of virginity, she needed to ease into the erotic rawness of what happened when the two of them came together.

With him, she had no walls, no barriers.

Just nakedness far beyond the skin. And it terrified her.

“I’m yours whenever you’re ready,” Raj said, and the words crashed over her like the waves below, powerful and turbulent.





20





The Construction Workers’ Book Club





Raj ended up having to work the majority of the next few days, along with a couple of his guys who wanted the extra pay. That night on the cliffs with Nayna, especially the way she’d lain snuggled up against him for over an hour after they called things to a halt, it was the best Christmas gift he could’ve imagined.

He could’ve pushed her in the nights that followed, but he’d fought his aggressive instincts and given her the room she needed. She’d come close to panic with him on the cliffs, and he didn’t think it had been about sex. It was all happening too fast for her, the nameless thing that burned between them a hurricane.