Rebellion (A Dangerous Man, #2) by Serena Grey Page A

about his silence after I said those words.
    How does he feel about me?
    I have no answer to my question. It’s scary, especially
because my own feelings have taken over every part of me. It’s as if I’ve
stepped off the edge of a cliff, and even though my heart’s in my mouth and my
stomach is in knots, I’m the most excited I’ve ever been in my life. I’m
totally enthralled by him. I want him, every part of him, and I desperately
want him to feel the same way about me.
    “If you keep staring at me like that I’m going to think
you’re having second thoughts already.” His deep voice cuts into my thoughts. He
is looking at me, his blue eyes probing into mine, and his perfect lips curved
into a faint smile.
    I stare helplessly at him for a moment, my skin flushing. He
is so insanely beautiful to look at. Will I ever get used to being around all
that perfection? It doesn’t seem likely. Right now, he looks enticing,
dangerous, and incredibly sexy. His snowy white shirt is open at the collar,
exposing the strong column of his throat. His dark hair curls softly into the
back of his collar, making me want to run my fingers through it, and his dark
blue pants stretch over the long length of his legs. Just from looking at him, my
fingers are itching to touch him. I want him so much. I don’t think I’ll ever
stop wanting him.
    “I’m not having second thoughts.” I deny softly. Second
thoughts are the farthest thing from my mind. I just wish I knew how he felt
about me. If I did, then maybe I wouldn’t feel so out of my depth. Next to his
perfection, his obvious wealth, his incredibly good looks, I can’t help feeling
extremely ordinary.
    His eyes linger on my face for a moment, as if he’s reading
my thoughts in my expression. He puts a hand on my thigh and strokes it lightly,
in a gesture that should be reassuring but only fills my mind with images of
the things those hands have done to me.
    “Don’t worry,” He says, turning back to his work, his hand
still on my thigh. He sounds relaxed, his voice faintly teasing. “I promise I
don’t have a firing squad waiting for you.”
    “That’s not what I was thinking.” I reply with a
self-conscious laugh.
    “Then what are you so afraid of? An underground torture
chamber?”
    “No.” I protest. “Of course not, I was just thinking that I
know so little about you.”
    He chuckles as he turns back to me, and one of his eyebrows
rises just a little higher than the other. “Really,” His eyes dip to my lips, and
stay there for a second before rising back to my eyes, with a teasing and unmistakably
sensual look. “I would say you know a lot about me, Sophie.”
    I don’t miss his meaning, and I blush fiercely. We’ve spent
the last twenty-four hours more naked in bed than out of it. The memories are
enough to make my body clench with helpless desire. I cast an embarrassed
glance towards Steve, but he is totally occupied with driving, his eyes
straight ahead.
    “I meant... about your life, your work...” I can’t stop
stammering. I look up at David in despair. Around him, I’ve obviously lost the
ability to be coherent.
    He studies me as I trip over my tongue. “You’re charming.” He
says, amusement dancing on his lips. The compliment only makes me blush harder,
and I bend my face to hide my flaming cheeks. 
    He puts a hand under my chin and lifts up my face, so I’m
looking at him. “Don’t hide your face when you blush,” His voice is soft and compelling.
“I like it.”
    I nod helplessly. With his fingers under my chin and his
blue eyes doing things to my heart, it’s not as if I can refuse him anything.
    I’m still thinking of what to say when he bends over to brush
his lips across mine in the lightest of kisses. I lean into it, as pleasure
flutters through my body. By the time he lifts his head, my whole body is
shaking with anticipation. I can’t believe how much I want him. Nobody told me
it would be like this. My body feels as if