Page 72 of Striker’s Rebel

I reach for his cock because suddenly I need to wipe some of that confidence off his face.

The reaction is immediate.

His whole body tightens, and his breath leaves him in a rough exhale when my fingers close around him.

For one perfect second, all that control slips.

And I did it.

I stroke him again just to make sure.

His forehead drops against mine.

“June.”

I grin. “What?”

“You know what.”

“I’m learning.”

“You’re learning too fucking fast.”

“That sounds suspiciously like praise.”

His mouth comes down on mine before I can enjoy the victory.

The kiss turns rougher, his hand gripping my hip as he pulls me closer. I’m already breathless when he suddenly slows.

His gaze searches mine.

“You sore?”

“A little.”

The heat in his face changes immediately.

I know exactly where his brain is going.

“Don’t.”

One eyebrow lifts.

“Don’t what?”

“Decide for me.”

“I’m asking.”

“And I’m answering. A little.”

His eyes stay on mine.

“You tell me if anything hurts.”

“I will.”

“June.”