Page 46 of Rogue

He rolls onto his haunches and with a strength that never seems to amaze me, brings me up and over his lap. Cupping my ass, he folds me in tight against his chest. His head lowers until a mere centimeter separates us.

Then, he steals my heart straight out of my chest. He kisses me, planting a whisper of a kiss on my cheek. Another on the nose. A third on the ear. A light, gentle touch to my lips. He’s being tender with me. Taking the time to reassure me? About him fitting inside me?

Or about . . . us?

I groan. You can lead a bull to water but it’s up to you to make him drink.

Reach between us, I wrap my fingers around his hot girth, arching my back and tilting my hips forward and fitting his tip back where it belongs. With one hand, I use his broad shoulder to come up higher.

I let go.

I feel everything at once as he fills me to the hilt. My muscles straining and stretching to accommodate his bad-to-the-bone girth. How deeply he’s penetrated me. The molten fire the friction between us has stoked. His heartbeat—which runs wildly against my chest in competition with my own. The way the ache between my thighs has turned to blissful pleasure, to me being slick with need and ready for more.

“You okay, fireball?” I open my eyes—when had I closed them?—to find him studying my face. Words escape me. Overwhelmed with feeling. Feeling him. Feeling the energy sizzling between us. Feeling like he’s gotten it all wrong, that I’m the one who’ll never get enough of him.

My mouth can’t seem to form words. My brain’s gone into an emotional overload. So I do what a girl’s gotta do in an earth-shattering situation like this. Flashing him my most wickedly reassuring smile, I plant my hands on his shoulders, lift up until I feel his tip touch my folds, then with everything I’ve got, trust myself down onto his erection.

His shout rings out. “Fuck.” Cupping my ass, he guides me up then lets nature do her job. I slide back onto him, he hoists me up, and together we moan as the exquisite pleasure of him being so deep inside me grabs hold of us.

I lean in, loving how, with every thrust, my sensitive nipples drag against the material of my T-shirt and across his chest.

“You’re so damn . . .” He growls, interrupting himself, as I lower down, taking him deeper than ever before. “ . . . tight.”

That’s all the encouragement I need. I place my hands on his chest and shove.

He lifts an eyebrow.

I push again and he falls back onto the mattress.

I gasp and he groans as my thighs spread wide around him and I ride his erection. Up and down, slowly and faster than a freight train, until sweat forms on my brow. Then I take him deep and roll my hips.

With a loud grunt, he rolls me onto my back and on top of me.

“Oh. OH!”

He chuckles then leans in to graze the soft flesh of my neck with his teeth, thrusting into me at a furious pace. I feel his thumb circle my hood. I’m hit with a sharp stab of lust so raw, my entire body shakes.

“God, I don’t know if I can take any more.”

“You feel me, Kylie?” He grunts and thrusts hard. “You’re like a tight silky glove begging to be broken in. So fucking good . . . I never want to stop fitting me into you.”

He tilts my hips and drives into me. Grunting and moaning and bringing me toward a climax that has my whole body flush with pleasure.

“That’s it. Come for me.”

I begin to crest, my orgasm rolling over me like a freight train, just as he falls back and tugs me up onto his lap. Rolling me forward and anchoring me more fully on him. His lips press against mine, his tongue thrusting between the crease. Kissing me as I climax. His mouth absorbs my moans. His body wrapping around mine as I shatter.

He withdraws and nuzzles my neck as he picks up the pace, pounding up into me, thrust after thrust until he stiffens beneath me.

His cock swells thickly, stretching against my walls.

“Fuck, this feels like nothing I’ve ever . . .” He angles his head and muffles his words as his cheek presses against my neck. I fight off a moan while his tongue laves at the sensitive cords on my neck as he climaxes.

Could this man be any sexier?

I grin like a crazy woman. Loving how I’ve pleased him. Relishing in my afterglow. And surprised at how horny, how ready, I still feel.

No, I’ll never get enough of him.