Rogue Beast (The Rourkes #12) - Kylie Gilmore Page 0,50

tension rises. “So beautiful, so sexy. I love to feel you letting go.”

“I’m close,” I gasp out, shocked at how quickly I got there.

He slides his fingers out. “I know. Next time I’ll be inside you.”

A rush of desire floods me, the ache to be filled overwhelming. I push back against him instinctively, his massive erection pressing against my ass.

He shifts, not allowing me to seek him out. “Just take what I give.” His fingers feather lightly over me, and when I relax against him, he increases the rhythm, stroking more firmly.

My head arches back. “Oh God! Garrett!”

His deep voice holds the sharp edge of authority. “Let go.”

I explode, my hips rocking helplessly, the rush of sensation stealing my breath. Wave after wave of pleasure. I pant as he stays with me, his fingers guiding me through more and more, until I’m spent. He cups me firmly between the legs and nips my neck. I jolt, electrified and caught in his hold. I don’t know if he’s going to give me more or let me go. I’m not sure I can take more, but somehow I think he’d get me there.

He slides his hand away, and I let out a breath, clutching his arm as I lean back against him. He’s quiet.

With great effort I straighten and turn to face him. “How are you?”

“I’m great,” he says, pulling my skirt back into place.

I glance toward the bulge in his pants. “Can I help you out?”

“Another time.”

“Why?”

“Because I want you to know I can give without asking for anything in return.”

My lips part. It’s like he both knows my fears and how to deal with them. I don’t think anyone has ever read me so well. “You’re a good man.”

He pinches my chin and kisses me tenderly. A surge of affection goes through me, and I throw my arms around him.

He holds my gaze, still holding me by the chin. His voice is gruff. “I’m glad you think so.”

I kiss him again, this time slow and easy, lingering in my afterglow.

He breaks the kiss and flashes a smile. “We should get going. I’ll be in the hallway, trying to cool down.”

“Oh, I know a better place. We could go on the roof. I have private access to a small garden with a view.” I grab my panties. “Let me just freshen up.”

“Careful. Remember what happened last time you freshened up. You attacked me. What’s next?” He gestures toward his pants, frowning. “A guy can only take so much being on display. I’m not your personal stripper, ya know.”

I laugh. “I really like you, Garret. You’re not like most guys I date.”

He smiles. “Back at ya. And I’m glad we’re done pretending we only want each other as friends.” He turns me and gives my ass a light pat. I squeak in surprise. “Now get in there before I go out of my mind from wanting you.”

I practically float on my way into my room.

Garrett

Harper and I went up to the roof for some fresh air, and I finally got comfortable again. I didn’t dare touch her or kiss her. A guy can only take so much temptation. Fortunately, it’s time to go. I really do want to see Wicked with her, mostly because I want to see her favorite thing. I want to know everything about her. She’s strong and vulnerable at the same time. I want to protect her, keep her, have her under me.

Yeah, so, slow is out. I know what she sounds like when she comes, what she feels like, her sexy scent. That’s why I need to make sure we fit dates in too. I don’t want this to be just a flash of heat that fizzles out. It’s going to be tricky because that slow simmer I was going for is out the window. The woman can’t resist me.

We make our way to the front door. I lean forward to open the door for her when she grabs me suddenly by the shirt, pulls my head down, and kisses me. Instinct takes over and I pin her against the door, pressing my body against her as my mouth crashes over hers. She makes this mewling sound in the back of her throat that makes me rock hard. Her fingers are tangled in my hair, her leg wrapping around me, her hips arching, seeking more. I push her leg down, knowing what she needs. I slide my hand between her legs, feeling hot wet flesh. I tear