“I kinda liked you a lot before you just listed my failures.”
I knew his words were supposed to bring us both crashing down to reality, but given the fact he hadn’t stepped back, and his hand was still possessively anchoring me to him, I didn’t take much heed in his list.
“Yeah, I may have liked you from the moment your fist connected with the back of my head.”
“Is that so?”
“Very much so.”
“I want you,” I admitted, grinding my stomach against his extraordinary banana.
“I want you more.” He stroked his tongue over my bottom lip, retracting before I could allow mine to meet his.
“I’ve always heard rebound sex is some of the best sex a person could have.”
I’ve never once heard this insane notion before in my life, but I’m willing to lie, steal, and grind against him to get Mr. Easton naked.
His breath hitched, the expanse of him plastering itself even closer to me, which I wasn’t aware was even possible.
“What are you suggesting?” His hand wandered down, stroking my ass over my robe.
“I’m suggesting we have dirty, wild, rebound sex. No commitment, just lust.”
“Ms. Rachel, I’m willing to take you up on your proposal as long as we are exclusive in our rebound state.”
“I accept your amendment.”
“How noble of you. Promise me when you are fully rebounded from the catastrophe of your life, you’ll tell me before moving on with someone else. No feelings, no breakup. I’ll accept it, and allow the much lesser man to win without any complaints.”
“Done. Now please kiss me.”
He hesitated. “No feelings. Promise me. I don’t do commitment, and I refuse to go into this if there is any chance this is going to get sticky.”
“I’m hoping I’ll get sticky.” I licked his top lip, and instead of driving him insane, I shivered at the slightest taste of him driving me insane instead. I wanted … no,neededmore.
“I’m serious.”
“Fine, I agree. I will not under any circumstances catch feelings for you. This will be the rebound of the ages. A little hiccup before I find someone willing to settle down with me without getting hives at the thought. Is that enough for you, or do you want me to sign it in a blood oath?”
“That will do.” He reached down, grasping the back of my thighs and lifting me.
I wrapped my legs around him, his impressive length fitting snuggly between my legs.
Our lips still hadn’t met, and I was quivering inside with the sheer want of his mouth on mine, but I waited. I’d given into his demands, although the thought of feeling anything for this man other than the need to feel him inside of me seemed more farfetched than Jules getting back into a relationship.
“Oh, shit! Jules.”
Mr. Easton paused his steps toward my bed. “Rachel, although I did specify I didn’t want you to have any feelings for me except lust, I don’t feel comfortable with you calling me by another person’s name, even if it’s your best friend.”
I giggled, placing small nips against his neck, holding out on him kissing me first.
This girl needs to keep some of the power in this, whatever this is.
“Jules is supposed to be here soon to take over babysitting duties.”
His eyes widened like he had also forgotten a world outside of our raging hormones existed.
“I’ll call her and tell her you fell asleep,” he offered, lowering me down to the bed.