Page 21 of Road Trip With a Rogue (Her Majesty’s Rebels #3)

Lucien’s head was spinning. Daisy was naked in front of him, and a part of his brain was still struggling to accept that this was real, and not just one of the sweat-soaked fantasies he’d conjured in his delirium when he’d been wounded.

No, he was definitely here. The taste of her was in his mouth and the soft, desperate sounds she’d made when he’d pleasured her still echoed in his ears.

This was a hundred times better than his fever dreams.

He’d removed countless female corsets and petticoats in his life, but this was the first time he’d ever divested a woman of a shirt and breeches.

Her silk chemise, however, had been deliciously feminine, like water, rippling and eddying around her curves, cut low to reveal the shadowy valley between her breasts.

He’d almost laughed at the way his heart had pounded against his ribs, like a youth who’d never seen a woman in her underwear before.

Daisy Hamilton had the most ridiculous effect on him. Always had. Probably always would. She was his Achilles’ heel, the weak spot in his armor, but he’d ceased to question it years ago. It just was.

He had no illusions that taking her tonight would get her out of his system. If anything, it would make things a hundred times worse, because every time he looked at her from now on, he’d be haunted by the taste of her, the feel of her. And he’d want more. And more. And more.

Which was impossible. But he’d rather face another grenade than stop now.

Daisy was watching him with a combination of hunger and challenge that made him harden even more. Her cheeks were flushed, her hair a god-awful tangle of curls around her shoulders, and he’d never wanted anything so much in his entire life.

He fisted his cock as he placed his other knee on the bed, straddling her, and her eyes widened as she watched him.

“Change your mind, Hamilton?” he teased, only half joking. God, her skin was so beautiful. He wanted to lick every freckle. “No shame in ceding the field if you’re outgunned.”

She shook her head against the sheets. “You’re not throwing me out tonight. Stop talking, and ravish me.”

Bloody woman. She was so small, despite her physical toughness, and as much as he wanted to fuck them both into a glorious tangle of sweaty limbs, he didn’t want to hurt her. Ever.

Daisy, however, seemed determined to make him lose control.

When he leaned over her, caging her with his fists on either side of her head, she skimmed her hands over his ribs, his chest, then lower, over the ridges of his abdomen, her fingers sending shivers all over him.

Her arms were too short to reach his cock, thank God, and her frown of frustration when she realized it made him bite back a snort of laughter.

If she touched him there, it was all over. He’d finish in her hand.

She reached up to his shoulders and tried to tug him down, demanding all of his weight.

He could have resisted, but he let her win, and the feel of her bare breasts against his chest made him stifle a groan.

Her soft belly pressed his, and she parted her thighs so that he slid between them, exactly where he ached to be.

He rolled his hips, and she sucked in a breath as his cock slid against her slick folds. He dropped his head to her shoulder, striving for control, but she kissed his jaw, her fingers clutching the hair at his nape as she tilted her hips, spurring him on.

“What are you waiting for?” she groaned, and he relished of the edge of desperation in her tone. It mirrored his own. “Do it, Vaughan, or I will stab you.”

God, he loved her demanding.

He pressed forward, entering her slowly, savoring the incredible squeeze as her body closed around him.

So good.

He pushed up on his forearms and caught her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.

“You feel that?” he growled, his heart pounding in fierce exultation. “That’s me, Daisy, inside you. Giving you what you need.”

He pushed deeper, loving the way her eyes widened and her lips parted in wordless pleasure. Her chin tilted up in his hand and he didn’t look away. He wanted to burn this image, this feeling, into his soul.

“Yes.” she whispered. “More.”

He pulled back and slid into her full length, and she arched her back and welcomed his invasion.

He was drowning in her eyes. God, he was so fucking grateful to be alive. To be here, in this moment. It made every second of pain he’d suffered worth it.

“So good. This… I…” Words seemed to have deserted him. All he could concentrate on was her body enclosing his, the astonishing perfection of the fit.

He pumped his hips again and the scent of her skin curled around him and his mind went a little fuzzy.

“Next time we’ll take our time,” he breathed, a promise and rueful apology. “But now I really have to fuck you.”

Her lips curved up in a mischievous smile.

“ Finally .”

The tenuous thread he’d been exerting over his control snapped. Five years he’d been waiting for this. Five. Fucking. Years. She wasn’t a virgin. She was sleek and tight and… Daisy. She could take whatever he gave.

He kissed her, plunging his tongue deep into her mouth, tasting her with a wildness that matched the rocking of his hips. She rose up to meet him with equal hunger, wrapping her legs around him and taking him even deeper and he closed his eyes and lost himself.

He squeezed her hip, palmed the sweet curves of her arse, and she gasped her approval, raking her nails down his back and matching his thrusts in the most perfect rhythm. He slid his hand between them, feeling himself sliding into her, and her fingers tightened in his hair.

“Yes. There. Please.” Her throaty moans sent waves of pleasure through him, gathering at the base of his cock.

“Don’t stop,” she panted.

Never. He’d never stop. Whatever she wanted. He was hers.

He swirled his fingers and she went rigid beneath him, bucking against his hand as she reached her peak.

Lucien tried to slow his strokes, to give her time to finish, but the feel of her clenching around him almost pushed him over the edge.

He thrust hard, once, twice, remembering his promise to keep her safe only at the very last second.

Fuuuuck.

He pulled out of her an instant before pleasure washed over him like the blast of a grenade; an instant of stunned, timeless perfection, then complete annihilation.