Page 88 of The Rogue

I flip her around and just as quickly, she flips back, burying her head against my chest. I give it a beat before dipping my head to hers. “Baby, what is it?”

She hesitates and I feel like an idiot.

Right.

Moving to the wall, I lower the lights all the way and make my way back to her with only the moonlight illuminating my bedroom.

She relaxes in my arms and I lower her onto the bed, kissing all her unwarranted nerves away. “Anything you need, just say it. Do you want the covers?”

She considers it, then shakes her head.

“Good.” I dip my fingers into her heat. “You’re perfect, Tessa. I’ll take you any way you want me to.” I rub her center. “So long as this stays wet for me.”

She squirms. “Now. Please, Levi, before I lose my mind.”

I flip her on the bed, lifting her ass. It’s faint, the hole that’s healed on her lower back. Looks more like a shadow or a mole if I really focus on it. But I look away, knowing she wouldn’t want me to.

My fingers slide back into her. She whimpers, her hips rocking for more. I slip in another. “Fuck, I won’t last long once I’m inside you, baby. You’re so sexy. So beautiful.”

“Fuck me, Indie. Hard.” Her voice is muffled in the pillow, but her need is loud and clear.

I enter her slowly, then give her a good thrust. I’m hard as a rock, gripping her hips, riding her the way she desires. Her moans and groans mixed with mine drive me wild.

She’s a dream.

A goddamn dream that’s been in front of me all along and I’ve been too damn stubborn to see it.

To see past the resemblance.

She moves her ass, taking me all the way with each roll of her hips. I’m going to explode so hard. And it’s now that I realize…

“Fuck. I’m not wearing a condom.”

“No. Don’t stop. Please.” She grinds against me, taking more of my bare cock inside her.

I don’t stop. I pump faster and harder. I don’t deny her a single beat of my pulse. I don’t hesitate. I indulge her. I give and I take and I ride my fierce woman.

Wrapping an arm around her, I rub her swollen clit making her cry into the pillow.

My thighs shake, blood rushing through my veins, and I curse as I explode, emptying inside her.

Fuck.

I won’t soon recover from the power this woman has over me. There’s no damn question in my mind. She owns me.

I pull out gently, wrapping her in my arms. A lazy grin meets mine as she twists her head back. She doesn’t look the least bit sorry for what we just did.

We don't say anything as I hold her warm body.

Tessa looks too fucking good to move. Those brown eyes fluttering closed every few minutes. Her arms and head protectively pressed into my chest.

How have I never noticed how much this woman lives in fear? The dark circles under her eyes I always thought were part of her charm—her badass charm.

I make a mental note to pay my father for the months she lived at the Inn.

Suddenly grateful for it.

Grateful for her being safe from whatever’s been haunting her.

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