His Loyal Rebel - Debra Kayn Page 0,14

and buy the basics. Soap, a towel, and toilet paper. Angie only left half a roll on the spindle. She'd need bread and peanut butter. Laundry soap to clean the bag of dirty clothes in her car. Those items would need to last her for a couple of days until she returned to work on Monday and got paid.

Somehow, she would need to find out how much the rent was to continue living in the house. Though she was sure, she could afford the house. Angie probably earned the same per hour as her, plus she kept any extra tips the customers slipped her.

Turning off the water, she gathered her hair, wrapped the shirt around her head, and dried off with the other one.

"Brr..." She shivered, quickly dressing.

She hoped Angie had left in a frenzy to get to Ringtail's house and forgot to leave behind the coffee maker and coffee.

Rubbing her bare arms, she walked barefooted into the living room and veered around the couch to step into the small kitchen when light snoring stopped her in her tracks. She backed up and peered around the arm of the couch.

Whip slept on his back. One hand tucked into the front of his jeans. She brought her hand up and bit her fingernail, taking in the way his boots dangled off the piece of furniture. He looked uncomfortable yet cozy at the same time.

So much for thinking he'd left.

Whip's full lips softly sputtered with an exhale that came out more of a growl, making him sound like a hibernating bear in winter with all his hair and beard.

Her stomach fluttered. There was something extremely sexy about him sleeping.

His dark hair hung off his face onto the arm of the couch. His bushy beard covered his neck, but she could glimpse his chest through the buttons undone on his flannel shirt. He'd squirmed in his sleep because his leather vest was askew, showing a flat stomach.

Shaking her head, she tried to rid herself of finding him attractive. He was supposed to be gone. Two hours. That's how long he was supposed to stay last night.

She put two fingers on his shoulder and nudged him. He continued to sleep.

For a man running from the cops, he slept as if he hadn't a worry in the world.

She put her whole hand on his shoulder and shook him. "Whip, get—"

He grabbed her wrist, pulled her toward him. Before she could shriek, she lost her balance, and he pulled her underneath him and pinned her to the couch. With his weight making her breathless, she gawked up at him.

His brown eyes, two inches from hers, came into focus. He groaned, capturing her lips with his mouth.

Taken off guard, she hadn't prepared to stop him. He'd caught her with her mouth open. His tongue—Oh, dear Lord.

He stroked her mouth with the warmth her body sought. She moaned under the caress.

Whip pressed his pelvis down, grinding against her until her knees widened. She pushed her hands against his shoulders with the intent to get him off her— and came away fisting his leather vest, pulling him closer so he wouldn't stop kissing her.

He tugged at the hem of her shirt, sliding his hand underneath the material. With no hesitation, he pulled the cup of her bra down, popping out her breast. His mouth left her. She arched her back, protesting the loss of his tongue.

He latched onto her nipple. Her body melted into the couch at the warmth. Her restless night made her languish to his touch. The upheaval of her life calmed.

She stroked his head, trailing her fingers along his whiskered jaw. The muscles controlling his mouth, his lips, his tongue, contracted as he sucked.

Her legs spasmed. She squeezed down on his hips, grinding her pelvis against him. His solid body fit perfectly with hers. She wanted to wrap herself around him and stay.

He shifted. The waistband of her shorts slid against her skin. Suddenly aware of the barrier between them, she squirmed, trying to help him remove the material.

A low growl came from him, and his lips let go of her breast, and he removed himself from her body. She reached for him, coming up empty.

He pulled her shorts and panties off her lower half and moved her, propping her up on the couch. Her feet landed on the floor. He knelt and slid his hands along her inner thighs, spreading her knees. Intent on his purpose, he slipped his hands under her ass and pulled