Page 27 of Going Rogue
Her breath caught, and he knew she was at the crest.
“Crane!”
One of the tethers holding himself in check snapped, and he released her breastto demand, “Miles.” Dazed, she shook her head, but he gripped her chin and pulled those doe eyes to his. “Call me by my name.”
Her eyes widened before they closed with a cry of “Miles!” as she flew off the peak.
Hearing her use his given name shot fire through his veins straight to his groin. It was pleasure and pain. Though his body ached with the need to be inside her, he pulled her close. Her head fell to his shoulder, and he held her while she shuddered with the force of her orgasm.
When her breathing evened out, he tilted her head back, placing tender kisses on her face before finding those sweet, sweet lips with his own. Rogue tasted of forever, of promises whispered in the night, and truths spoken at the height of passion.
With a sigh, she molded herself to him in a surrender that was sexier than she knew. It might not be a confession of love, but she had feelings for him; he was positive.
Even if she wasn’t ready to admit it.
She leaned back, running a hand over the stubble on his chin. “You’re still wearing clothes.” Her laugh sounded surprised, butit quickly broke off with her biting her lip as she stared at the bulge in his lap. “I want to see you.”
Her hand cupped him through his pants, and he twitched in response. The grin she leveled at him looked deadly. Like she lapped everything up and stored it for later use. That analytical brain of hers memorizing, cataloging, and organizing.
When her fingers struggled with his tactical belt, he reached down and unsecured it. He let her unbutton his pants, but as soon as her fingers dipped inside, grazing the hair on his pelvis, he hissed out a breath and stood. The thought of her long, graceful fingers wrapped around his length threatened to snap his tenuous control. If he didn’t want to hurt her, he had to keep the animal of his need on a leash.
Right now, it chomped at the bit.
She frowned up at him. “Did I do something you didn’t like?”
A rough laugh exploded from his lips. “No.” Crane scrubbed his hands down his face. When he met her gaze and saw the nerves tightening her expressionagain, he cursed. “Damn it, Rogue. I’m trying to—” He shook his head and met her eyes with the anguish he felt shining out of his. “I’m so fucking hard for you. I don’t want to hurt you.”
She walked to him. With a smile, which said she understood, she cupped his face. “Miles, I need you.”
Hearing her say his name, softened the sharp edges of his desire. They stopped jabbing at him, and he buried his nose in her hair. Breathing in the sweet vanilla of her scent, he thought it must come from whatever shampoo she used.
“You won’t hurt me,” she whispered into his shoulder.
Crane pulled back when he felt her hands at his waist. Nothing but calm radiated from her eyes as he let her finish undressing him. Achingly slow, she lowered his briefs and cargo pants. When they pooled at his ankles, he kicked off his boots and stepped out of the clothing.
Shifting away, he let her drink him in. But watching her watch him sent his pulse racing at Mach speed. When she did morethan look, her hands softly exploring, he bit back a groan. Though his heart hammered his ribcage, he kept his hands locked into fists at his side, afraid of what he’d do if he touched her.
Then, her fingers changed from testing traces to a firm grasp. Her hand wrapped his length, and he clenched his eyes and jaw shut. It was torture. Exquisite torture. When her grip moved up and down in a teasing circle, squeezing him, his eyes flew open. “Stop.”
She jerked away at his demand, but he caught her, crushing his mouth to hers. The kiss had none of the gentleness he’d shown her thus far, only need. The harsh craving burned through him and branded itself on her lips.
I need to be inside her—now.
Unlocking his mouth from hers, Crane nudged her toward the bed. With a rasp, he said, “Lie down for me, baby.”
When she did as he asked, he took a deep breath, still trying to hold the leash on his desire. Giving himself a minute, he stared down at her. The soft glow from the lanternsgraced her flushed skin, danced across the stiff peaks of her nipples, and bounced off the light blonde of her hair. It almost looked like a halo surrounded her as she sprawled on the dark blankets.
Mine.
She was all his. The knowledge settled something in him, and he lowered to the bed, kissing his way up her thigh, her stomach, her breasts, until he covered her tempting body with his. Bracing an arm on either side of her head, he lined up at her entrance.
The nerves that had plagued her had gone. Brushing the strands of hair off her forehead, he stared down into her smiling face. “Kiss me. I stop thinking when you do.”
Needing the connection as much as she did, he met her request, melding their mouths together. Then, like ripping off a bandage, he drove into her, pushing past her body’s resistance as quickly as possible. She broke the kiss with a gasp of breath, and he stilled.
Waited.
With his heart in his throat.
