Page 25 of Going Rogue
No one had affected her like this before.
Only Crane.
It seemed almost as if she’d been waiting for him.
She didn’t bother to wonder why the thought hadn’t brought any fear with it. The more he kissed her, the more drugged she felt. Enough that she couldn’t think straight in his embrace. Her body became merely a vessel for desire. When her core begged for friction, she instinctively rocked her hips against the bulge in Crane’s lap.
He broke the kiss with a groan. “Damn, baby. That feels good.”
Too far gone to care about his use of the diminutive, she repeated the movement of her hips. He buried his head in her neck. Sheached for more—more friction to feed the pressure building within her. When his lips found a sensitive spot at the juncture of her collarbone, she cried out, arching against him.
“Mm, you like that, Rogue?” His tongue trailed across the tender spot before his mouth covered it, sucking with enough force to leave her gasping.
What is he doing to me?
Her nails clawed at his back when his head lowered, lavishing the same attention on her breasts. Pinpricks of pleasure arrowed through her, lighting her up like a firework. With a noise she didn’t recognize, her head fell back, her hands instinctively moving to grip his broad shoulders.
Don’t stop. Never stop.
She must’ve spoken the demand aloud because he chuckled, and the air leaving his lips tickled her sensitive skin. “Baby, we’re just getting started.”
Before she could comment, he shifted their position, lying down and pulling her hips forward until she straddled his face. “What are you—oh, oh, God.”
Words failed her when his tongue traced her folds. Sparks of electricity skipped up her back. Noises she was positive she’d never made before burst from her lips as he feasted on her with his mouth. Tasting her, teasing her, until her hips moved in a dance she didn’t realize she knew. She felt wild and free as she gave herself up to the demands of her body.
“That’s it, baby, ride my face.” His words were almost unintelligible. She’d gotten lost in a haze of pleasure stronger than any dust storm.
It blanketed her, smothered her, and filled her up past the point of bursting until she detonated. As her back arched in a rigid bow, a shocked cry spurted from her lips, and lights flickered behind her closed lids. Every bone in her body liquified.
If this was death, she welcomed it.
Drifting among the waves of pleasure, she melted into the bed, falling forward over Crane.
While she lay there, he shifted out from under her and spoke. But her ears were still roaring. She’d just had the most powerfulorgasm of her life.
E-ver.
He’d blown away any expectations she’d had. Of course, she’d hoped sex with Crane would be good, but this didn’t even exist in the same realm as good. It was fucking astronomical.
Shit. Did he ruin her for any other man?
???
Crane
“Are you still with me, squirrel?” He couldn’t resist stroking his hand across the delicate ridges of her spine. All her smooth, tanned skin begged to be touched. He’d shifted out from under her and now lay propped on an elbow next to her prone form.
She groaned at his use of the nickname, making him grin. He’d figured it would get her moving, and he was right. She rolled over, blinking up at him.
“I don’t think I can move.”
A lance of pride and deep satisfaction coursed through him at her words, widening his grin. He’d made her feel this way. Him.And no one else.
He brushed a few blonde strands off her face and teased, “You just did.” Leaning in, he nipped the soft skin of her breast. Her gasp made him chuckle. “Besides, we’re not finished yet.” He pulled back to catch the eyes she’d narrowed at him.
“Pretty proud of yourself, aren’t you?”
Tracing her collarbone with his finger, he lingered over the spot she’d seemed to like. “Are you suggesting I shouldn’t be?”
