Page 31 of Meet A Rogue At Midnight
He stroked her hip. Words tumbled from him as he stroked every inch of her exposed skin, kissing a small bruise the size of a thumbprint on her thigh. His hand tucked under her stay, feeling the plane of her belly, the solid curve of her ribs. If he had a lifetime to touch Livvy, it wouldn’t be enough. He hungered for her.
“Jonas…I…” Emotions flickered in her eyes. Things unsaid. Their history. Years of friendship. And desire.
How strong she was to be this vulnerable with him.
It made him weak in the knees.
Lowering himself, he braced one hand on the bed and held her gaze. The other hand pushed his breeches and smalls to his knees. Measure for measure. They were equals. Always had been. Entwined. Connected. Full of secrets and memories.
This would be the best part of knowing Livvy.
He set the tip of his cock at her entrance. Her throat moved with a hard swallow.
“Do it fast,” she urged and rocked into him.
Blinding heat bounced from his genitals to his brain. He cried out. The sound echoed off the tower’s timbered ceiling. The shock of soft, wet skin closing tightly around the head of his cock. Her words reached through the lustful fog.
Do it fast.
“Livvy?” he croaked. His brain tried to make sense of the feeling assaulting him.
Her hips swayed into him. “Please.”
Livvy was practically begging him to impale her. He was a fraction deeper inside her. Slick, feminine flesh gloved the part of him inside her.
But…
The tip of his cock touched a barrier. His forehead rested on hers as he clutched handfuls of the sheets.
“You’re a virgin.” His voice shook. His body shook. He fought to control himself.
A stockinged foot snaked around his waist. “Not anymore.”
Livvy drove herself against him, whimpering. Her pained sob tore his heart. She grabbed his shoulders with both hands and held on tight. Her body quaked. She was panting.
“Shhh,” he soothed. Livvy’s hot, wet tightness was heaven for him, but it pained her. “Let your body adjust.”
Her breath came in fits. “It’s not so bad.”
“It gets better,” he said, stroking her hair.
They stayed locked together, their hearts pounding and breaths jagged. This was a night of firsts—of sex between two friends and the act itself for Livvy. His mind reeled at the implication.
She’d saved herself for him.
Nature’s urges wanted him to drive into her, but they stayed together, unmoving. It was killing him. The wait. The desire marching down his spin. His ass squeezed tight. Livvy needed this moment, and he’d give it to her. Her inner muscles gave a slight clasp to his shaft as if testing the feel, experimenting with what she could do.
Air wheezed past his clenched teeth. She needed to explore and adjust to him.
The tower was cold, but a drop of sweat trickled down his back.
Livvy tucked herself against him, her breath fanning his neck. “I liked when you touched my breasts, and I liked it when you kissed me.”
She pulled his hand free of its tense grip on the sheets and set it on her breast.
“If I touch you more,” he rasped. “It’ll be harder to not move inside you.”
“If you touch me more, it’ll be harder for me to keep still with you inside me.” She kissed his neck and wiggled her hips beneath him. “The ache is fading.”
