With one hand continuing to hold both of mine to the pillow, he lowers his head and begins lapping up the sweet nectar starting with my left shoulder. His full lips send tingles of awareness bursting between my open legs, and I turn my head to give him more space to work.

His magic tongue circles my collarbone and then dips lower still, cleaning up the mess between both breasts. Even though the syrup never touched them, he pays close attention to my breasts, licking and sucking each nipple into his warm, wet mouth.

My head presses back into the pillow, my back arching up as the pleasure grows more intense. “Rebel.” His name leaves my mouth on a gasp as he moves lower still, his lips and tongue working in tandem along my ribs, inciting goosebumps that prickle down my legs and across my chest, turning my nipples into tight, erect buds.

Finally, he releases my hands in order to creep lower until his wide shoulders nestle between my legs. Picking up the syrup again, he dumps the last of its contents over my mound and then tosses it aside without a care.

His scorching gaze is fixed between my legs as he traces my lips with a single finger. His touch is too light, too subtle, and my body is on fire. Lifting my hips, I silently beg him for more, but he’s not willing to give it.

“Rebel, please...”

“Who’s in charge, Josephine?”

I don’t want to give in to him, but he knows exactly how to make me beg. I watch as he dips his head and flicks my clit with the tip of his tongue. The contact is intense and fleeting, and it leaves me panting for more.

“I’m waiting for my answer, pussycat. Who’s the boss? You?”

“No.” My head whips back and forth on the pillow, and my back arches off the bed.

“Then who? My brother? That frat boy at your apartment?”

“You,” I tell him, desperate for him to touch me and mean it. “You’re in charge.”

A dark smile curls his lips and he rewards me with another flick of his tongue that acts as lightning to my senses. My mouth drops open and I throw my head back, a pained gasp bursting past my lips.

“And who owns this pussy?” Rebel asks, tracing the syrup through my cleft and fingering my opening.

“You do.” My hips swirl of their own accord, trying to get closer, but he only continues to tease me.

“Say that again. I didn’t quite hear you.”

“You do!”

“Say the words, Josephine. Say you own my pussy.”

This is why Rebel always gets his way. He knows the right buttons to push, and he’s pushing all of mine. He’s using my need for sex, for the orgasm he’s going to give me, against me. And I don’t give a damn. Words are just words.

“You own my pussy, Rebel. You own it,” I tell him through labored breaths.

Instantly, his fingers fill me, stretching me open and plunging deep. I cry out, pleasure gripping me so hard the muscles in my legs lock up.  He works them in and out as his mouth attacks my clit, sucking and licking up all the sticky syrup and bringing me to the edge of what I know will be an earth-shattering release.

My fingernails dig into his scalp and my knees clamp down around his ears, but I don’t give a damn if I hurt him. Right now, the only thing I can focus on is the orgasm that’s barreling down on me like a freight train.

This isn’t some rolling ocean wave this time. No, this is the kind of energy that rips through your body like an electric current, blowing fuses in my brain and short circuiting the motherboard. My entire body convulses, my mouth opening on a silent scream. The world grinds to a halt and for a second I forget to breathe, forget my name, what day it is. Euphoria descends on me and I swear I’ve touched heaven.

Rebel rises up, staring down at me with a self-satisfied smirk. The entire lower half of his face glistens and I feel my cheeks heat. “Eating you wasn’t on the menu, but I’ll be damned if it’s not the best breakfast I’ve ever had.”

“Mmmm.” I smile softly, my head still foggy. “Imagine waking up to this every day.”

He tilts his head and the look on his face is difficult to read. Finally, he slaps his hand against the outside of my thigh, shocking the hell out of me. “Time for a shower,” he declares as he climbs off the bed.

Throwing my arm over my eyes, I moan my complaint. After that mind-melting orgasm, the only thing I want to do is sleep for a year.

“Get up and get in this shower, Josephine,” Rebel calls from the bathroom. I moan again and the next time he speaks, Rebel’s voice is closer. “We can do this the easy way or the hard way.”

Throwing my arm down, I peel my eyes open and I peer up at his imposing form. Standing in the doorway, he’s completely nude, every hard muscle on full display.  A smile slides into place and I lift a careless brow in silent challenge—a challenge that Rebel wastes no time answering.

Turns out I like the hard way.

TWENTY-ONE

We’re not going back to the Donnelly’s. Instead, Rebel announces that we’re going to spend the rest of the day alone together before flying back home in the morning. He’s taking me exploring, starting with a little mom and pop restaurant that serves old and new world Hungarian dishes.

“This chicken is to die for,” I say, offering him a bite of perfectly seasoned meat. Rebel leans across the table and takes my fork into his mouth. My gaze fixes on those delicious lips as he chews, and I can’t help thinking about how he used them on me this morning. It gives me shivers and a sudden urge to repeat the act.

“These fried pickles are the best in the state.” He picks one from the basket in front of him, dips it in ranch dressing, and offers it to me. I take his fingers into my mouth along with the pickle, and his eyes darken with desire. “Careful or I might decide to give you another tour of the men’s room.”

I hum thoughtfully as I chew the warm, crisp pickle. He’s right. It’s the most delicious pickle I’ve ever tasted. Addressing his comment, I tell him, “I haven’t been to the bathroom in this one yet. I wonder if the wall is as cool and hard as the one at Mirage.” Winking flirtatiously, I ask, “Wanna go find out?”

Rebel shakes his head, smiling to himself as he fishes another fried pickle slice from the basket. “I’ve created a monster.”

“No refunds,” I warn him. “And if you even think of dropping me off in the country like a stray cat, I’ll have you know I have a very good sense of direction.”

Rebel’s head cants to one side. “Did you just compare yourself to an animal?”

Well, he certainly makes me feel like one sometimes. I’m flushed with heat just watching him eat. Shrugging the question off, I turn my attention back to my food.

Once my plate is empty, I push it away and lean back, folding my hands in my lap. “So what are we doing today? Hiking? Bike riding through the park? Breaking in a few bathroom walls?”

Wiping his mouth and fingers on a napkin, Rebel takes a drink of his water before answering. “I think we’ll save the walls of the hotel,” he says to my great disappointment. “I had something a little more exciting in mind.”

Intrigued, I push my chair away from the table and stand. “Then what are we still sitting around here for? Check please!”

***

“Rebel!”

He slams into me from behind, jolting my entire body forward, and I laugh hysterically.

“What are you complaining about? I thought you said not to hold back.” Rebel’s voice carries over the roar of the engine. He’s enjoying this a little too much. When I told him not to hold back, I didn’t think he’d take it so literally. If he keeps it up, I’m going to need the help of a chiropractor to straighten out my spine when we get home.

Pressing my foot down on the pedal, I floor it, sending the go-kart racing down the track. The finish line is in sight, but Rebel is hot on my tail. He’s been playing so far, toying with me, allowing me to keep the lead. But I know him, and he’s not about to let me win just because I’m a girl, or his lover, or whatever.