“Bergamot,” she croaked.
He buried his nose in her hair again and sniffed. “Bergamot,” he echoed.
“It’s one of my favorite essential oils.”
Instead of responding, he began massaging her scalp. Rebel searched for a topic, but her mind was blank. She felt shy and awkward. Desire hummed through her; butterflies swooped in her belly; her nipples hardened and between her legs throbbed. When he left, she’d pleasure herself and think of him.
By the time he started plaiting her hair, she was trembling. He turned a task she’d done countless times into passion. Once he finished, he stepped away from her.
“Stand up and open your robe, sweetheart. Let me look at you.”
She heaved in a breath. It was one thing to undress while his back was turned and thenforcehim to see her nude. This was different. It would alter their relationship yet again. Turn it truly forbidden.
Her father’s warning beat through her head. She couldn’t understand why Diesel risked his life by visiting her and asking her to do things they both knew were wrong.
“I’m scared for you,” she whispered. “Daddy wasn’t joking.”
“I know, sweetheart.” He closed his eyes. The scent of alcohol wafted from him. It was more than just one beer. “You’re just…I can’t get…” He opened his eyes again. “Let me see you. You have such a beautiful body. Sheer perfection.”
As much as she wanted to resist him for so many different reasons, she couldn’t. Not only didn’t she want to disappoint him, but he sounded so sad and tortured, and she’d been so mean to him.
She stood and brought her hand to the sash at her waist. Her movements were slow, strained by nervousness. Diesel’s eyes darkened and his erection thickened. The intensity on his face captivated her.
He walked to her and put his hand over hers, his body so close she felt his hard length. He finished opening her robe and placed his hands on her hips.
“Your skin is like velvet.”
Nodding, she brought her hands to his powerful chest and fanned them over his hot skin. She teased his nipples, leaned in and kissed the center of his chest, breathing in the spiciness of his body wash. Her fingers trailed down and reached his pajama bottoms. Before she slid inside, he grabbed her wrists.
“Don’t,” he warned her.
“But—”
“I can’tfuck you right now.”
Right nowwas an improvement from his once firmnever. It would mean his gruesome death if her father found out, but Rebel would make sure he didn’t.
She tried to snatch her wrists out of his grasp.
“If you touch my cock, I won’t be able to hold back from burying myself deep in your pussy.”
Releasing her wrists, he stepped back from her and held her robe open.
“Your pretty snatch smells delicious.”
Shame roared through her. “Sorry,” she mumbled. “I-I might need another shower.” She didn’t smell herself, but thathedid humiliated her.
A sexy smile curved his lips. “No, sweetheart. There’s nothing wrong with you or your hygiene. I’m attuned to your body and smell how ready you are for me.”
“Okay,” she said, trusting him and believing his explanation.
“I have to go before I do something even more regrettable.”
“Before, when you couldn’t sleep, what did you do?”
“Called one of the club girls to fuck. Drank. Popped pills.” He let the edges of her robe slip from his grasp. “All three.”
“I see.”
