Page 37 of Rogue

As with the first time we kissed, everything crackles and fires to life inside me, like all the lights in a skyscraper going on at once, like the sun coming up over the ocean, like a fire raging through a forest stopping for nothing.

But it does stop when he takes my hand and leads me up two flights of stairs, which I’m not sure how I manage to climb on my wobbly legs. It’s not just a room he takes me to, but a whole apartment, with a small kitchen on one end, and a sofa in the middle. There’s no paintings on the wall, no plants and the furnishings are sparse. But it’s still a very cozy place. He leads me down a short hallway to the bedroom, which is our destination.

He flips on the light that casts a silvery white, shimmery light over the unmade bed in the center.

“Now, where were we?” he says as he shrugs off his jacket and turns to me.

“You were bringing me here to check your stitches,” I say as I gently lift his t-shift up to reveal not just that, but also the glorious peaks and valleys of his abs and the tattoos covering his chest.

The bandage itself looks pristine, like untouched white snow.

“I see that everything’s in order,” I say. “But I think I should give you a more thorough examination anyway.”

He grins and reaches for me, but I stop him by laying my hands against his chest and gently pushing him towards the bed. As much as I want more of his electrifying kisses and the fire they bring, I want that liquid, life-giving warmth of his gaze washing over me more.

I take a step back and let my jacket slide off my shoulders and smile as he gasps seeing me flip back my long hair. He’s rooted to the spot, staring at me like he’s never seen a woman take off her clothes for him before. I reach up and untie the string that is the only thing holding my knitted black beach dress up. His eyeswiden and darken with desire as it slides over my curves to pool at my legs, revealing my nakedness. His jagged inhale is as loud as an avalanche.

“That’s better,” I say as I step out of the circle of my dress and walk towards him in just my stiletto heel sandals. “Now let’s see about you.”

I don’t remember the last time I came to a man like this. With everything I have to offer. Holding nothing back. Wanting him as much as I know he wants me right now, going by the burning darkness in his eyes.

Definitely not since before I realized that for all their sweet words and deep kisses, I was just another piece of ass to the guys in my life. Just a good time girl. The times we had were good. And eventually I stopped wanting more. But I stopped giving more too.

His cock is rock hard, the bulge tenting up the front of his black jeans. I won’t be disappointed by his size, I already know that.

I look deep into his eyes and slide my hands down his chest and across his rippling abs as I kneel down in front of him. And I keep my eyes firmly locked on the fires in his as I undo his belt, then the button and zipper, finally freeing his cock from the confines of first its jean prison and then the boxers.

“Everything looks just fine here too,” I say and grin at him.

“Man, you’re a wild one, aren’t you?” he says hoarsely.

I don’t answer in words. I just wink at him and lick the soft trembling head of his cock, getting my first real taste of him.

It’s everything I hoped it’d be. And more. So much more it makes my head spin.

He’s so big that I can hardly take all of him in my mouth, but he doesn’t give me a choice. He grabs a fistful of my hair and thrusts forward, sighing so deeply as he enters my mouth that his whole body shudders.

But then he lets me come back up for air. Lets me do it my way for a while.

I lick just the head for a time before taking him in my mouth again, seeing how far he can fit, imagining how good he’ll feel inside me. I already don’t want this night to end and we haven’t even gotten started yet.

But that’s thinking that won’t lead to anything good so I stop. Focusing on just how good he tastes, how wonderful the velvety softness of him feels against my lips, on my tongue in my throat.

His whole body tenses and I’m sure he’s about to come.

But instead, he pulls his cock from my mouth and lifts me to my feet, planting the hardest, deepest kiss on my lips that I’ve ever gotten.

“My turn to taste you,” he says hoarsely as he breaks away from the kiss.

He leads me to the bed and tells me to lay down. Then he balances over me and kisses me again. But he doesn’t stop just at my lips.

He trails kisses down my neck, over my heaving chest, sucking on my nipples so hard I come off the bed. By the time his lips reach my clit, I’m more ready for him than I’ve ever been for any man.

His tongue as he plays with my clit makes waves of electricity pass through me, each hotter, more dangerous than the last. I’m writhing on the bed, my hands balling up the sheets as I try to hold on, try to stay grounded, try to stave off the electric pleasure that will consume me.

“Mmm, so wet,” he says, as he stops just when I needed him to keep going most.

“Just for you,” I somehow manage to whisper.

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