Page 83 of Road Trip With a Rogue
“Daisy,” he breathed.
He sounded reverent, almost worshipful, and a shiver passed through her.
Holding his gaze, she straightened her spine, and his hand slid down to her sternum, between her breasts, then down over the soft plain of her belly. When he tried to move his hand lower, however, she shook her head.
“Not yet. It’s your turn.”
She shuffled backward, down his legs, and wrapped her fingers around his shaft.
He almost shot off the bed. His chin tipped up as hearched his back, and his hand clenched on the front of her thigh.
“Bloody Hell!” he gasped. “You don’t have to—I’m already—”
“You’re ready when I say you’re ready,” she teased.
His eyes narrowed and Daisy bit back a laugh. It would do him good to have a taste of his own medicine.
She stroked him, gently, loving the feel of him in her hand. He was big, and hot, bigger than Tom had been, and she savored the velvet-soft skin over rigid muscle.
“Vixen,” he breathed, his chest expanding with a deep inhale. “Keep that up, and there won’t be any more experimenting.”
She sent him a cocky smile and bent to press a kiss to the silken tip, then laved him with her tongue, and he let out a groan, curving up on the bed to prop himself up on one arm. She took him into her mouth, and he hissed out a breath as his hips jerked involuntarily.
“Daisy. God, that’s… fuck. Perfect. So perfect.”
He cupped the back of her head, threading his fingers through her curls, and she swirled her tongue over him as if she were licking crème brûlée from a spoon. She moved up and down, taking as much of him as she could, loving the way his big body twitched and tensed under her gentle ministrations.
She released him with a final gentle kiss, and the slightly dazed look in his eyes gave her a shot of pure feminine delight. This man might make others quake in their boots, but here, now, he was hers.
She bent again, about to repeat the torture, but his fingers tightened and he shook his head.
“That’s quite enough of that.”
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Quick as a flash, he caught her shoulders and rolled her back over, and she laughed at the rough way he handled her. He didn’t touch her as if she were made of porcelain, liable to break at any moment, and she appreciated it more than if he’d showered her with empty compliments.
She had no hope of actually overpowering him in a physical contest, but she loved the way he treated her as an equal, as a worthy opponent.
He wrestled both of her arms above her head, pressing them down into the covers, then threaded his fingers through hers so they were intertwined. Her heart gave an erratic little thump.
“Back to your research,” he panted, and she bit her lips against a smile as his thighs bracketed hers, preventing her from opening her legs.
He leaned down and caught her gaze. “I think a man who loved you would want to catalogue every freckle on your face.” He pressed a kiss to her nose, then her cheeks. “He’d make a mental map of them, so he could see them whenever he closed his eyes. He’d try to make shapes in them, the way the ancients did with the constellations.”
He kissed the freckle at the outermost corner of her eye, and a strange lump formed in her throat. He was teasing, mocking her, even, and yet the gesture felt so tender. So sincere.
“I think a man who loved you would stare deeply into your eyes.” He did exactly that as he slid between her thighs and his cock teased the entrance to her body. “He’d watch your face as he pushed himself inside you to see if he was pleasing you. Because pleasing you would be his favorite thing to do.”
Daisy held his stare as he matched actions to words, tilting her hips as he pressed forward, sucking in a breath at the delicious feeling of fullness. Her chest ached, as if sensations too large to be contained were pushing to get out.
His pupils had expanded so his eyes looked almost black. Their fingers were still entwined, and she curled her hands around his as he held himself motionless within her.
“Now here’s where things get a little more complicated,” he said, his voice low. “Would a man in love be gentle? Take his time?”
He moved his hips and started to withdraw, only to push back in with devastating slowness. She forced herself not to buck against him in desperation.
“Would he never be so cruel as to tease you? Would only a man whodidn’tlove you make you beg?”