Page 137 of Rebellious

Of course she had. “I guess she would,” Jana said, hoping she conveyed understanding and meekness. “She tells you everything.”

“As she should, but I don’t want to talk about my little sister.”

Neither did Jana.

Diesel crooked his finger at her. She didn’t hesitate to stand and go to him, starved for his love and attention. He pulled her into his arm and kissed her. Really kissed her, the kind that weakened her knees and brought her entire body alive. Despite her bruises and the pain of his wild kisses, she didn’t care. He was the starving one, frantic for her.

“Your mouth is so fucking sweet,” he grunted.

“Thank you, babe. Yours—”

He clapped a hand over her mouth and she opened her eyes. His were still closed. “Don’t talk, sweetheart. I just want to feel you.”

She nodded. He must’ve felt the movement of her head because he dropped his hand and began kissing her again. Her eyelids, her forehead, the bridge of her nose, her cheeks, finally finding her lips again and taking her mouth with mind-blowing mastery. He slipped his tongue in, twining with hers, exploring her depths, touching the delicate pads of her cheeks, the roof of her mouth, leaving her dazed and breathless, until she couldn’t bear it, needing him to fuck her. She gripped his hard cock, wishing he’d unfasten his trousers, so she could really feel him.

“Make love to me, Diesel, please,” she said in a small voice, hoping to reach him, wondering why he denied physical intimacy and only wanted to kiss her.

His breath hitching, he gave her a heavy-lidded gaze. “Say that again.” He stole more kisses from her, unable to get enough. “In that tone,” he said huskily, taking her face between his hands.

Jana would’ve done anything he asked of her if he fucked her. “Make love to me.”

Sucking in a breath, he tipped his head back, the veins in his neck straining against his skin. “Again,” he breathed, deep, masculine, and almost painful. “Tell me again in that sweet voice.”

“Make love to me, Diesel,” she said, soft and tender, just as he requested.

Grunting, he attacked her mouth, kissing her as if his life depended on it. As if he’d never get enough of her.

She said it again, determined to drive him wild, so he’d remember she belonged to him.

“I need you,” he said hoarsely. “God, so fucking much. If only—”

“I’m here,” she responded, sounding as she had six or seven years ago when she was young and innocent.

He heaved in a breath, allowing her to take his hand and guide him to the sofa. She pushed him down and his eyes flew open. Dark need reflected back at her and made her belly tighten.

Surprise flared in his eyes as if he hadn’t expected to see her. She giggled.

“Diesel—”

“Shhh.” He covered her mouth with his, stealing her words and her sanity. Whatever she’d been about to say didn’t matter.

Panting, he brought his hands to his fly. Unable to wait, Jana helped him free his cock, then she slid to her knees and kissed the tip. He shivered.

“Spit or swallow,” he said, almost too low for her to hear.

“You know I love to swallow,” she said with a little pout, sliding his cock over her tongue, tasting his saltiness, smelling his manliness.

“Fuck.” He surged down her throat and said, “Spit or swallow,” again, ignoring Jana’s gag. “Fuck, stop, baby. Stop. I can’t…”

Tangling his fingers through her hair, he eased his cock out of her mouth at the same time he tugged her head away and pulled her onto his lap. His gaze met hers, unreadable but intense.

He pulled her close and urged her head onto his shoulder. He didn’t make a move to lift her oversized T-shirt or remove her panties, so she did the honors and impaled herself on his cock, groaning at the sensation.

“You’re so wet for me, baby.”

“Only for you,” she whispered.

“Don’t talk, Jana. Just feel me, sweetheart. Lay your head back on my shoulder, so…so our heartbeats can meld together.”