Page 80 of The Rough Rider

She didn’t want to just sit back and see what Gus would do. She wanted to tear his clothes off of his body and indulge herself. Explore the ridges of muscle, the scar tissue. Everything that he was.

Gus made her forget. Everything.

Forget what few other kisses she’d had. Made her forget their rules. Made her forget everything. Who she was and why she was and what they were.

Then he wrenched the apron up over her head, and pinned her against the wall.

And he grabbed the neckline of her dress—a cute little pink one with buttons that went all the way up the middle—grabbed each side of those buttons and tugged, popping them off, and exposing her bra. Then he took hold of her bra and pulled it up, revealing her breasts, and the hunger that it created in his gaze took her breath away.

He lowered his head, fastened his mouth around one nipple and sucked hard, while he growled.

She let her head fall back, her chest arching forward. And...he proved himself to be a teller of truths. He was rough, and he was skilled. The way his hands moved over her body stoked an ever-increasing need in her that went beyond anything she had ever imagined possible.

The symphony that his mouth played against her sensitive skin was virtuoso level.

And he made her...he made her wild.

He moved his mouth to her other breast, while he continued to tease her abandoned nipple with his thumb. She was panting, breathing hard. And that was when he pushed his hand up beneath the skirt of her dress, then moved his fingers beneath the waistband of her panties, finding her embarrassingly wet with her need for him. And he started to stroke her, drawing the moisture out from inside of her body and rubbing it over that sensitized bundle of nerves there, creating a sweet, slick friction that was threatening to drive her out of her mind.

“Gus,” she breathed.

“That’s right,” he said, his eyes burning into hers. “Who’s touching you?”

“Gus,”she said.

“Are you going to come for me?”

She was flexing her hips, back and forth with the movement of his hand. “Come for me,” he said, this time not a question, a command.

And she did. Fireworks going off behind her eyes as her climax overtook her.

She had never come with another person.

Ever.

Hadn’t even come close that one and only time she had sex.

And Gus had called that peak of pleasure out of her body with a few strokes of his hand and a rough command.

And she was undone. Utterly. Completely.

He cursed, vile and broken, and stepped away from her.

“Gus?”

“No. That shouldn’t have happened. That never should have happened,” he said.

“Gus,” she said, feeling tears gathering in her eyes.

“This isn’t going to work,” he said. “I can’t... We can’t.”

She moved forward, her hand outstretched.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” he said.

Angry tears spilled from her eyes. “Don’t be mean to me, Gus. Please. You can’t just...you can’t just do that and then tell me not to touch you. You can’t just... Gus I’ve never... I’ve never...”

“I have to go.”

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