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“I take it you’re leaving, which is a shame but please think of Take A Chance the next time you’re looking for a cause to support, a pet to adopt or, hell, if you just have some time to kill. It was lovely to meet you,” Rebelle said. Then on shaky legs, she moved around the formidable woman and into the shelter.
She found Will with his arms braced on the table, his chest expanding deeply with labored breaths, his back muscles flexing beneath his shirt. She took him in, surprised to see him so…wrecked. She had only ever seen him smiling, not like this, and it unnerved her.
“Everything okay?”
He jolted at her voice, shoving a hand through his hair, pulling at the strands. “Yeah, how was the vet?”
She gave him a run down, skipping the part where she got asked out and accidentally told someone that she and Will were dating.
He followed her out to the truck and together they hauled the crate inside and settled it in the free kennel. She wanted to look at the dog but she didn’t want to disturb her. She kept the blanket draped over the crate, just opened the door so if the dog wanted to, she could come out and have a sniff around while she got used to the new surroundings.
The tension never left Will’s jaw. It remained when the contractor wanted to run through the work they’d done that day. It was still there when he spent time grooming the cats, a calming activity she knew he secretly loved but it didn’t seem to work its magic and restore his good spirits.
It wasn’t right. Rebelle was the moody melancholy one, not him. It upset their whole dynamic if he wasn’t the bright ball of happy he usually was and she didn’t like seeing him like this. She hosed down the dog bowls and toys, trying to think of ways to cheer him up when one particular one came front and center.
He needed shifting out of this funk and she just needed him.
She poked her head around the kitchen door. “Will, can you help me a second?”
His brow furrowed, a rare sight on its own. “Sure.”
“In the home,” she said and turned, heading out of the shelter. He trailed behind her, following her dutifully, just how she liked.
Rebelle went into the bedroom and he stopped in front of her, looking around him.
“What did you need help with?”
She examined her nails, trying to appear unaffected by the pounding of her heart. “I want you naked, now.” She injected abored tone to her voice, but her excitement still lurked beneath the surface. She had a newfound confidence being with him; one that was still shaky and could crumble at any moment.
“I see. Is this a treat for me, or you?” he smirked and relief coursed through her at seeing that damn smile.
“Depends on if you’re a good boy and do as I say.” She watched his nimble fingers immediately begin unbuttoning his shirt.
“Leave those on,” she said when he went to slide his suspenders off. He stood before her in his dress pants and suspenders snaking over his bare inked chest and shoulders. She moved around him, her fingers trailing lightly over his skin, inspecting him. She observed his full back tattoo; the night sky, filled with constellations and her finger traced over Cassiopeia, the design so stunning and intricate.
She nibbled her way across his back before coming to stop in front of him. Their eyes clashed, his alight with lust, his lightly freckled cheeks rosy and his lip puffy from being chewed on.
He towered over her, a formidable man but she’d never felt safer. She’d tried to ignore his allure, his siren song but he’d invaded her senses and made it impossible. Now he needed to pay for that.
“Kneel.”
The room echoed with the force of his knees hitting the floor, his breath evacuating his lungs in an excited huff. His eager expression and rapt attention fixed on her, ready for the next direction.
“Look at you, so handsome on your knees for me. Hanging on every word.” She cupped his cheek and stroked her nails through the scruff on his jaw. He pressed his lips into her palm, maintaining eye contact and her pulse fluttered at the intensity. Her brain took a mental picture of this moment and locked it away to be pulled out on lonely nights.
Rebelle dropped to her knees in front of him and rose up, pulling her jumper off and removing her bra before slowly pulling down one of his suspenders, then the other. She wound her arms around his neck, pressing them flush together, heated skin to skin. She trailed her thumb over his bottom lip and leaned in but hovered just out of reach, watching his eyelashes flutter closed.
“You feel that?” she whispered.
His eyes remained shut. He nodded and she heard his thick swallow and shaky breath. She ran her nails back and forth over the back of his neck.
“That heat between us that feels like it’s going to erupt and engulf us in flames? The urgency to press our lips together and give into the explosion?” She rubbed her lips against his soft wide mouth, not sealing them together, just teasing him.
“The way we’re locked together, embracing, with just a puff of air separating our lips in something that can only be defined as an exquisite ache before we give in.” Her stomach clenched sharply at the intensity of the moment, the need screaming in her veins. She held onto the amazing feeling, stretching it out and basking in it.
“I’ve never felt it before. I just wanted to tell you that and take a moment to appreciate it,” she murmured. She released one hand from around his neck and brushed over his crotch, not surprised to feel how hot and hard he was. She squeezed and his mouth parted, a tangled moan slipping out and she dived on it, sealing their lips together.
Passion exploded between them as they ate at each other, tongues dancing to a wild beat, teeth banging but neither of them slowed the pace, they couldn’t. When they pulled apart, breathless and wide eyed, she commanded him to strip and lay down on the bed.
