Rebel Hard (Hard Play #2)(51)

A light scratch across his nipples had him sucking in a breath and looking down to watch what she was doing. Nayna remembered something she’d heard once about men being visual creatures. Raj definitely liked watching her hands on him. All at once, she could imagine him watching her as she gripped the hottest, hardest part of him, and oh, her thighs were clenching so tight around his hips.

Hand fisting in her hair, Raj tilted back her head so he could kiss her again. She continued to pet his chest while he did so, and when he put his free hand on her breast and tugged down the cup of her bra, she shivered but didn’t tell him to stop. Breaking the kiss, he looked down again, his hair messy and falling across his forehead and his lips kiss-swollen.

Nayna almost couldn’t look down herself, the image was so carnal. But she did, and it was even more erotic than she’d imagined. He was rubbing the work-roughened pad of his thumb gently over her tightly furled nipple, then circling with his nail, the tiny edge causing her to shiver.

He looked up and his pupils were dilated. As if satisfied she was still with him, still enjoying this, he looked down again. Nayna’s chest heaved. One hand curving over the back of his neck, she said, “You like to look.” It just came out. She couldn’t keep the thoughts inside her head when he was doing such delicious, naughty things to her.

“Hmm?” A squeeze of her breast, the calluses on his palm a delicious rasp of sensation. “I guess I do.” A slow, devastating smile when he looked up, as if he’d made a discovery. “Are you going to let me?”

She had no idea what wicked things he was asking, but she’d give him anything right now. Aware of the danger, she leaned in and sucked at his lower lip. He let her play, and he played with her. She was pretty sure her panties were well beyond damp at this stage; she could smell her arousal. It might’ve been embarrassing if Raj hadn’t been with her every step of the way.

His own arousal wasn’t exactly a secret.

He was big.

Kind of intimidatingly big.

She’d worry about that later.

Right now, she was being kissed and fondled by the sexiest man she’d ever met. His stubble was rough and perfect, and she was totally okay with stubble rash. She’d stocked up on high-strength concealer for a reason.

It was only when he moved them to the bed, dropping her onto her back, that she had a flash of intelligent thought. “I’m not on the pill.” Blurted-out words. Important words.

Thrusting his hands through his hair, Raj groaned. “I’m an idiot.” A second later, his pragmatic brain kicked in. “Where’s the closest pharmacy?”

Nayna pointed to her bathroom. “I went this morning.” She’d been sure she’d be busted by some auntie on holiday any second. Her heart had beat like thunder. She’d felt like she was trying to buy drugs instead of protection. “It’s in the medicine cabinet.”

Raj bounced onto the bed. On his hands and knees above her, he leaned down to kiss her with an open delight that just… turned her into light and fluff and sparkles. She’d never seen him like this with anyone. Not his family. Not her family. Not with the people at the party.

Just her.

“One second,” he said and got off the bed when they came up for air.

Nayna began to feel a bit awkward a split-second after he disappeared into the bathroom. Pulling up the bra cup he’d pushed down, she swallowed. He entered the bedroom again, the box in his hand.

Lifting it to his mouth, he used his teeth to rip off the plastic. As she watched, he emptied the box onto the bedside table.

“Easy access,” he said when she just stared, and then he was over her again, a big warm wall. “I have to tell you something before we do this.”

Distracted by his biceps as he leaned on his forearms, she said, “Hmm?”

“Nayna, my face is up here.” It was a laughing comment, his shoulders shaking.

Wanting to smile—she’d never thought sex would include smiling—she looked up. “I’m listening, cutie-pie.”

A hint of color on his cheekbones as he said, “I’m going to mess this up.” It came out a rough statement. “I want you too much and I’m probably going to lose it the instant I get inside you.”

Nayna squirmed, her thighs squeezing tight around an arousal that might send her over the edge before he even pushed in. “That’s okay. I’ll give you a do-over.” If he kept on looking at her as if she was his favorite candy and he was starving, she’d give him as many do-overs as he wanted.

Scowling, he shook his head. “No. This is our first time. We both get to orgasm.” No give in his words.

Nayna’s mind caught on his phrasing. “It’s our first time together,” she murmured, trying not to feel jealous of all the women who’d come before her; her shyness and resulting lack of experience wasn’t Raj’s fault.

“That too.”

It took Nayna a minute. Her brain sparked with too many neurons all firing at once. “B-but you’re so…” Dumbfounded, she ran her hands over his chest and abs. “How can you have never…?”

“I decided I’d only be with a woman who wanted to lick my abs.” He kissed her.

And though she was still caught in a loop of disbelief and wonder, she had no shields against his kiss. Or from his desire. Raj wanted her and he made no attempt to hide it. To hear his breathing go uneven, to feel his chest rising and falling as raggedly as her own, his hands trembling slightly when he touched her—as if he couldn’t believe his luck—it made her feel the most beautiful woman on the planet.