Rogue Beast (The Rourkes #12) - Kylie Gilmore Page 0,49

neck, pressing my entire body against him. His arms wrap around me, holding me close, one arm banded around my waist, his other hand cupping the back of my neck. It seems as natural as breathing to lift my head and press my lips to his.

He groans and takes over the kiss, his lips demanding, his tongue delving into my mouth. Desire spears through me with startling intensity. This is nothing like his gentle goodnight kiss across the table. It’s hot and hungry. Suddenly I can’t get enough, straining to get closer, wanting to merge with him. My hands go to his ass, and I press him firmly against me. His large hand slides down my spine to cup my ass, keeping us fused together. Oh, God. The need is overwhelming. The kiss never ending.

Long moments later, I tear my mouth away, breathing hard. “Do you have a condom?”

He stares at my mouth. “No.”

“It’s okay. I’m on the pill.”

He turns away. “Gimme a few minutes.”

I stare at his wide back, and then I can’t help but touch it and kiss and taste. His shoulder blades are a work of art. Warrior man for sure.

“Harp, we need to slow it down.” His voice sounds strangled.

I slide around to his front. “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted someone as much as I want you.”

He pulls me in for a tight hug, holding my head to his chest. His heart thumps hard under my ear. I can’t do much but hug him back the way he’s holding me. I want him fiercely, but there’s something really nice about being held in his strong arms. Still doesn’t quell the inferno raging inside me.

After a few minutes he frames my face in his hands, resting his forehead against mine. “I don’t want our first time to be rushed.”

“We can skip the show.”

“We’re having our date,” he says firmly. “I want to know you trust me enough to give me more than just your body.”

I squirm against him, needing him too much for rational talk. “Please?”

He chuckles. “Shirtless really got you going, huh?”

“Yes.”

“Take off your panties.”

I strip them off immediately, already soaked with desire.

He turns me so my back is against his front, slowly sliding my skirt up past my hips. His lips press against my neck, kissing a hot trail along the column of my throat. I tilt my head, giving him better access. His teeth scrape against me as his fingers slide toward the inside of my thigh. My entire body tenses, dying for his fingers to reach pleasure central. His other hand does the same, slowly tracing my inner thigh.

“Garrett, you’re torturing me.”

“Ah, now you know how I feel.”

“Please,” I whisper.

“Would you really have skipped the condom for me? Do you do that a lot?”

“Never. But I’ve never wanted someone so badly before.”

He groans. “You have no idea how hot that makes me.” He resumes his slow torture, his fingers trailing lazily along my inner thigh, skirting off to the side and up my hip, back and forth, stroking closer and closer, but never quite reaching where I need him most.

I grab his hand and place it firmly where I want it.

He chuckles. “Not one for slow, are ya?”

He traces me, circling, teasing, driving me insane. Then he just cups me, held in his large hand, completely still.

I grit my teeth. I want to kill him. Slowly. That’s what he’s doing to me. Killing me with frustration.

I grab his wrist and squeeze, hoping that will make some movement happen. “We’re running out of time, and it always takes me a while.”

He gives my earlobe a tug between his teeth. “You’re soaked, nearly there. You’re going to go off like a firecracker with me.”

I huff, about to say if you actually do anything about it in this century! Except my breath catches as he sucks the cord of my neck at the same time as his fingers delve between my legs, stroking in a rhythm that has my hips moving in time. I close my eyes and completely let go in a way I never have before, my mind blank, my body nearly limp. The solid strength and heat of him, the firm hold on my neck, his sure fingers, all of it lets me relax. I’m rewarded instantly by a spiraling pleasure, my insides coiling tight.

He shifts from my neck to speak close to my ear as his fingers slide inside me in slow deep thrusts. Intense pleasure radiates through me as the