Rebel Hard (Hard Play #2)(52)

She touched him as voraciously; drinking in every drop, savoring every moment, every touch. His body was hot silk and rigid strength, his chest hairs a crisp abrasion against her skin. Then there was the defined vee above his hips—she was going to kiss and lick every inch of the muscles that created that vee.

Don’t get her started on the furred trail that led down into his jeans.

Breaking the kiss, she followed that trail with her fingers—and knew he was watching again.

Her breath caught.

Her nipples throbbed.

Reaching the edge of his jeans, she played her fingers near the button above the zipper. She wasn’t trying to be a tease. The truth was, her shyness around men had decided to wake up and wave its flag at the worst possible moment. Her throat was dry, her pulse thrumming. “In the movies,” she whispered, “they make it look so seamless.”

“In the movies,” Raj rasped, “the guy never goes off half-cocked.” Groaning on those harsh words, he tugged away her hand. “We both have fun on our first time,” he repeated stubbornly. “That means you keep your hands away from dangerous places.”

Placing his palm on her navel as she fought the sudden wave of self-consciousness, he spread his fingers over her skin. “Let me do this.” His eyes holding hers, his pupils dilated. “Let me make you feel good.”





27





Heat Wave at the Glacier





Nayna swallowed and fought her nerves by focusing on his erection, the heat flushing his cheeks, the desire in his eyes. Raj wanted her. He wasn’t pretending, wasn’t disappointed. No, he was all but vibrating with passion.

“Yes,” she whispered. “I want this.”

Raj shuddered before taking a long, deep breath and lowering his fingers to the button of her jeans. She was the one who watched this time as he undid the button and pulled down the zipper—to reveal the pale peach of her lace panties.

“You bought a matching set,” he said, sounding a little choked.

Nayna had to confess. “I was thinking of you when I did it.”

He groaned and slipped his hand inside her jeans to cup the hottest, most private part of her. Having not expected the sudden move, Nayna jerked. Oh, wow. Exhaling a gusty breath on the punch of erotic sensation, she made herself look down at the sight of his hand—big, brown-skinned, with a few nicks and scars—holding her so intimately.

It fried her senses.

“Tell me what you like.” Raj lowered his body so that he was speaking against her ear. “I’ve never done this before. Help me get it right.”

A single motion of his finger across the gusset of her panties had her toes curling and her stomach in free fall. Nayna had been dreaming and aching and fantasizing about him for so long that the simple friction of the lace against her skin as he explored her might well be enough to send her over.

Unable to stop the instinctive motions, she moved against him, rubbing and needy. He made a rumbling sound of approval in his chest, seemingly happy with her nonvocal encouragement.

“I fantasized about this,” he confessed as he continued to stroke her between her thighs. “After that night at the party—that night when I was nearly certain you weren’t wearing panties.”

Nayna shivered. “I wasn’t.”

A groan. “I dreamed about touching you like this and hearing you whimper. I told myself you’d be wet and silky for me.”

He so didn’t have to worry about that.

“This is better than my fantasy.” He kissed his way down the edge of her jaw to her mouth, at the same time using his free hand to tug down the cups of her bra.

Wrapping her arms around him because she loved kissing Raj as much as he seemed to love kissing her, Nayna jerked her hips against his hand when he stopped his petting. He started up again, going a little faster when she shifted impatiently.

Nayna felt wanton and wild and she loved it.

Suddenly needy for something she couldn’t put into words, she pressed down against his touch—he pushed back with the heel of his hand before withdrawing for a second, only to slip his hand inside her panties.

He speared two fingers through her flesh, pinning her clit in between.

Nayna’s cry was silent, her nails digging into his neck and the fingers of her free hand clenching on his biceps as her body tried to ride his hand. She should’ve been mortified and uncomfortable, but she couldn’t be, not with him encouraging her with rough whispers and private caresses that followed the movements of her body.

Right at the end, when she couldn’t stand it anymore, she gripped his wrist and guided him to exactly where she wanted the pressure.

The orgasm tore her apart. It was nothing like the sharp sweetness she’d experienced at her own hands. This was deeper, harder, a wrenching jolt that flowed over her in luscious, demanding waves.



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Raj knew his decision to stay celibate until he found the woman who would be his was old-fashioned even in their culture. But as he watched Nayna’s face while her body rippled under his touch, her hand gripping convulsively at his wrist, he had zero regrets. It wouldn’t have changed anything if she’d been more experienced; it would’ve still been their first time together.

Exploring this new adventure with Nayna by his side, yeah, that felt good.