Page 80 of The Rogue

But all it does is remind me how little he knows me because I am anything but.

“Levi,” I whimper, my insides burning to explode.

“That’s it, baby. Come with me.”

My thighs shake as he pulls out almost all the way, thrusting back in.

I rise off the bed as another orgasm hits me hard. Levi crushes my mouth with his, muffling his rough groan and my cry as he jerks himself empty inside me.

“Holy fuck,” I whisper on a gasp.

His big hands cradle my head that’s still lifted off the pillow. “Took the words right out of my mouth, baby.” Hazy blue eyes search mine. “You good?”

“You said we’re doing this again?” I ask, still seeing stars.

“Fuck yeah.”

I smile in his arms. “Then, yeah. I’m good.”

18

It’s not the firsttime I’m watching the clock as a woman stays asleep in my bed.

But it’s the first time I revel in the fact that shestaysasleep. It’s nearly six a.m. and Tessa’s soft silky tresses are spread wildly over my pillow. Her eyes peacefully closed, and I hope to God she’s not in dreamland.

I don’t want her having any dreams. I’d much rather she get a fucking break while she sleeps.

An empty mind is a peaceful mind and something tells me it’s been a long while since Tessa Banks had any peace.

We whispered late into the night. I had every intention of having her go back to her…den. But every time she tried to leave, I’d pull her back against my chest.

She also kept covering up as if I hadn’t seen all of her. Tasted all of her.

Come to think of it, there is one part of her body I didn’t get a good look at last night.

And it’s my favorite thing to look at when she's walking away.

I’m careful not to disturb her as I slowly lower the sheet down her back. Taking in her smooth skin, the perfect curve of her—

The hell?

A deep red, round scar catches my eye. My stomach tightens as I zero in on it. Thatcan’tbe what I think it is.

The alarm goes off and I curse, pulling the sheet back over her.

Tessa moans as she stretches, soft curves turning into me. She gasps sharply when she opens her eyes. “Indie.” Her eyes sweep her covered, nude body. “Hi.”

“Mornin’.” My response is tight as I glare down at her.

She scans her surroundings tentatively. “I didn’t mean to spend the night.”

“I did.”

If I don’t get a grip, she’ll pick up on the edge in my tone.

Her eyes look out into the light-colored blue sky with a shy smile. “Morning.”

I release the sheet and move my hand to the side of her face. “You look good rested, Whiskey.”

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