Page 65 of Rogue

“I should have let you go,” he tells me. “But I was going crazy not seeing you these past few days. Not knowing if you were okay after Hayden’s bullshit. Wanting to tell you to stay away. Don’t come back. Don’t get involved with TORC. Or me.” He releases his grip on my hand. “We have no future, you and me. This thing between us is a bad idea. But we didn’t get a chance to say good-bye. And I wanted to. I had to see you one last time.

God. He can’t admit it. He thinks it’s simple. Good-bye. Not going to happen. Do I tell him? Confide in the decision I made this morning? That the money is too damn tempting. That I am taking Hayden up on his job offer. That this isn’t good-bye?

He tilts my hips and thrusts into me. Pulling me forward so my legs dangle off the table and bearing me down on him so I’m partially riding him and partially being taking by a man with a wildness inside him that has me panting along with his every homeward slam.

“You’re damn tight. I feel every hot inch of you. But guess what? It’s never gonna be enough. I want you more than anything I’ve ever wanted. Shit, how did this happen?” he asks, his confounded confusion about this thing between us evident in the harshness of his tone.

“Shhh. Just fuck me. You like it hard? Take me hard.”

He freezes, then bows his head so our foreheads connect. “Hard. Slow. It doesn’t matter. This is it. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

Raw emotion fills the air. He wants me. He wants this. He doesn’t want to say good-bye.

He slams me back onto the table and climbs up on top of me. “You’re never going to forget me,” he informs me, then, using his full weight, drives his cock back inside me. “And I’ll never regret letting you in,” he grunts.

He grits his teeth and quickens his thrusts, pushing my ass into the table every time he bottoms out. Over and over until I’m frantic with need.

“You fit me like a glove.” He slams into me. “Taking my cock like a champ.” His movements are intense, like he’s trying to sink in deeper. “Say you love this. Say you need me too.

“I love . . .”you. . . “this. I need you too.”

“I want to hear you shout my name when you come.” He works our bodies off the table so he’s standing with his hands on my ass and his cock rooting me in place on his body. Without missing a beat, he seats himself inside of me. His muscles flexing beneath me, fucking me with everything he’s got. He lifts me and lets me drop. Lifts and hold still, then releases. Until my orgasm crests up inside of me.

He feels amazing. I’m caught up in his strength, the mere force of his willpower, his beautiful cock. I moan. I’m so turned on, folks in Maine can feel the earth-shattering climax sweeping over me.

“Kylie. Fuck, Kylie,” Jaxson cries out my name, his movement becoming more frantic.

Oh my God. Who’s shouting whose name, huh? Yet I can’t help myself. “Jaxson, oh Jaxson,” I scream. He jerks inside me and I shiver. An endless, mindless shiver that’s got my entire body quivering and lightning bolts going off before my eyes.

He rolls me back onto the table and thrusts one more time. Yeah, for good measure.

I quiver.

He stills.

We settle into each other’s arms with his face pressed into my neck.

For a long time, we lay like that. Enjoying the blissful feeling of the beautiful connection we have.

It’s me who breaks the silence. “How long can you stay?” I ask.

“A few hours at tops. Unlike some of you, Hayden wants me at the Ranch. Penance, for fucking with him.” Jaxson sighs, his breath warming my neck. “Are you okay? That was . . . intense.”

I laugh. “Never been better. You came at the right time. I mean with my mom. Thank you, Jaxson, from the bottom of my heart. Your strength is contagious. Hell, everything about you is contagious. I . . . needed that.”

“Me deep inside you?”

No, dumb ass. For you to admit this thing between us means more to you than mind-blowing sex. But I keep silent, not wanting to ruin the quietness that’s settled inside me. He’ll figure it out, eventually.

I bite my lip, wondering if I should tell him about my decision.

“You know what I’m thinking?” he asks me, drawing his head up so he can look at me.

“If I could read your mind, Jaxson, I’d be the luckiest girl alive.”

He kisses my lips. “If this is good-bye . . .” His eyes flash full of regret.

I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. He’s far too beautiful. Far too special. I don’t think I could ever say good-bye to him. “Then?” I prompt.