Troublemaker - Lisa B. Kamps Page 0,19

and pressed herself more fully into my hand. The t-shirt wasn't much of a barrier but it was one I wanted gone.

Now.

I grabbed the hem of her shirt and dragged it up, shifting to the side to ease it up even higher. Her hands closed over mine and for one agonizing second, I thought she was going to tell me to stop.

She didn't.

Instead, she pulled the shirt over her head then lay back down, bared to me from the waist up.

And God, she was beautiful. Achingly beautiful, with pale skin flushed a soft rose and a small spattering of freckles around her collarbone. Her breasts were small and firm, her nipples tight and sharp and growing even tighter as I stared down at them. I cupped one breast with my hand, not surprised that she was a perfect fit. Then I dipped my head and pulled that perfect nipple into my mouth and sucked.

Slowly at first, teasing it with my tongue. Harder, pulling the tight peak against the roof of my mouth. Her cry was both sharp and soft; her fingers tightened in my hair and held me even closer, silently demanding that I don't stop.

I had no intentions of stopping. Not now. Not unless she told me to. But damn, this position was uncomfortable. I wanted to stretch out on top of her, let her feel my weight covering her. I wanted to feel flesh against flesh, wanted to see the differences in our bodies as they melded together, hers soft and pale and delicate, mine harder and sharper.

I reached down and fumbled one-handed with my belt, trying to get it undone so I could reach the damn button and zipper of my pants. Morgan's hand closed over mine and I damn near cheered in excitement that she was taking over. Just the anticipation of feeling her hand close over me, of having her stroke my cock, was enough to send sheer ecstasy shooting through my veins—

Until I realized she was holding my hand still. Stopping me—with no intention of taking over herself.

I swallowed back a groan of disappointment and eased away from her. The heat of embarrassment filled my face and I dropped my gaze, afraid of what I might see if I looked at her. I cleared my throat, ran one hand through my hair, and slid back a few inches to give her room to get up.

"Sorry, I didn't mean—"

"Why are you apologizing?"

"Because I didn't mean to push."

"You weren't pushing."

I turned to look at her and, of course, my gaze went directly to her bare chest instead of her face.

Because I was a dog.

Of course, I was.

I quickly looked away and cleared my throat again, trying to remember what the hell she'd just said. Something about...oh yeah, me not pushing.

Which made no sense.

I looked at her again and this time, I actually managed to keep my gaze north of her neck. "But you wanted to me stop."

"Because I figured we'd be more comfortable in your bed."

I almost asked her if she was sure then decided it was a stupid question to ask. A second later, I scooped her into my arms and carried her over to the bed then kind of almost tossed her to the mattress. It wasn't really a toss, not literally, but the bed did bounce a little bit. Of course, that could have been from my own weight hitting the mattress when I quickly followed her and stretched out on top of her.

Most of my clothes were shed—shirt, shoes, pants and socks—when I paused again, uncertainty washing over me. I leaned back then stared down at her flushed face and glazed eyes and kiss-swollen lips. She was beautiful, her passion and need clearly written on her expressive face. She didn't look like she wanted me to stop but one horrible thought had lodged into my squirrel brain and now that it was there, I couldn't get rid of it.

I rolled onto my side and propped my head up with one hand. "Is this rebound sex?"

Her eyes shot open and she twisted her head to the side to look at me. "What?"

Her disbelief was clear but I'd already put my foot in my mouth. Might as well get a juicy taste of it. "Rebound sex. You know, when—"

"I know what it is."

"Okay then. Is it? I mean, I'm totally cool if it is." Not really, no. "I'd just like to know beforehand."

"No, it's not rebound sex."

"Are you sure about that? Because you did