Page 79 of The Rogue

“I could have woken the livestock." I glance at the door. "…or worse.”

He drags me over the pillow, hovering that strong, masculine body over me. “Seems fair.” His heated gaze sweeps my face. “You didn’t exactly come with a warning yourself.”

I reach up to kiss him deeply, desperate to have his body pressed against mine again. My fingers work his briefs down.

And holy hell. His erection is rock-hard, long, and thick. I lick my lips.

“Like what you see?” He teases and it’s so playful, I love this side to him. It’s what I imagine he must have been before things like responsibilities and an ex-wife fucked with him.

I lift my eyes to his. “I’m getting you a new mug.”

He bursts out a laugh and kisses my neck. “What’s it gonna say, Whiskey?” he asks as he unstraps my bra.

My response is caught in my throat when I watch him devour me with those deep blue eyes. “God, you’re perfect, Tess.”

I bite my lip.

As long as I don’t turn around, everything will be fine.

“I’ll surprise you,” I finally answer, dazed by his fingers tracing down my side.

“Love how responsive you are. Can’t wait to be inside you.”

I’m so ready for him to fill me to the brim, it’s not even funny.

Foil tears and he slips on a condom that seems to sheath all of him somehow.

This is all so intoxicating. The last time I had sex—too long ago—lasted minutes and was in the backseat of my ex’s car.

It wasn’t my first time, but I don’t think anyone’s completely broken me into taking all of what Levi is preparing to give me.

He lowers himself to me, his words gruff but gentle. “I’ve already been inside you. You can take all of me, Whiskey Eyes. I promise.”

I relax at how in tune he is with me. I open my eyes, meeting his with a smirk. “You’re nailin’ this gentleman thing, Cowboy.”

“Good. Because I’m not about to fuck you like one.”

He jerks my hips and sinks down.

I gasp, taking him in. The sensation arousing me so intensely. He doesn’t ease. Hethrusts. He treats me like a woman. Not a girl.

And I own it.

I breathe evenly, my body relaxing as I inhale him inch by inch.

“You’re taking me so good, Tessa.”

“Deeper, Indie. Fuck me like the town troublemaker deserves.”

Heat flashes in his eyes and a guttural sound erupts from his throat as he pounds into me. “Fuck, Whiskey.”

I’ve only ever had it rough. I never liked it. But I’m reveling in this. In him. In being his tonight. Being fucked senseless by this grumpy, broody man.

My fingers wrap around his ass, and I rock against him, feeling full but needing more.

We’re in heaven. He’s a freaking god and I’m his goddess. Every muscle in my body tightens. Every burning need quenched.

“So fucking perfect, baby.” He repeats the endearment that should melt my heart.

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