Rogue Beast (The Rourkes #12) - Kylie Gilmore Page 0,51
my mouth from hers.
“No panties,” I gasp out.
“I need you inside me so bad,” she says urgently, sliding her skirt up over her hips.
I take one look at what she’s offering, and the thin line of control snaps. I lift her, and she wraps her legs around me eagerly. I shift us back to the wall, our mouths fused together, as I free myself. Her hands are all over me, her kisses frantic, eager. I shift her leg up, opening her wider, and press at her entrance. Oh God. With my last ounce of willpower, I break the kiss to check in with her.
“Sure?”
“Yes!” She grabs my ass and pulls me against her. “I ache for you.”
I thrust deep, the sensation of her tight body gripping me nearly making me finish before we’ve got started. I take a breath, counting backward, trying to hang on.
Her nails dig into my shoulders. “Yesss,” she hisses on a long breath. “Oh my God. You feel amazing.”
I kiss her. “You feel amazing.”
“Fuck me.”
I thrust hard and fast, driven out of my mind by her soft moans of pleasure. She lifts her hips, meeting each thrust, taking me deeper. On and on in a feverish rush of pleasure. Her body clamps down around me, and then she cries out, going off. I let go, pounding into her until I explode, the intensity sharp enough to steal my breath and make my vision dim. Jesus. I collapse against her, breathing hard and slick with sweat.
Long moments later, she lifts her head. “I think you just ruined me for other men.”
I chuckle and kiss her. “Good. Cuz I don’t want you with any other man.”
“Exclusive, huh?”
“All the way.”
She beams a smile. “I’m glad we went for it. I couldn’t sit through an entire Broadway show with the ache to have you inside me.”
I stroke a lock of dark hair back from her face. “I ached to fill you. I still do. Crazy, right?”
“Not at all.”
I withdraw and set her on her feet. Her legs wobble, and she grabs for me. “All those Pilates and I still wobble.”
“You’re not used to wrapping them around a beast like me. I should be part of your Pilates routine.” I hitch up my pants and fasten them. “Stretch those legs, tighten, and thrust.”
“A dirty workout routine. Now that I could get into.” Her skin glows, her eyes promising more. “Are you sure you still want to go to the show?”
I can’t resist her. I scoop her up, cradled in my arms. She licks my pec. “We’ll be there by intermission.” Can’t go wrong thinking with my dick, right?
“Or another night altogether,” she purrs.
I can’t deny her, even though I had the best of intentions for tonight. The pull to join with her is too strong. We’ll build up trust in bed. Plenty of time for talking after.
14
Garrett
“When’s date two?” she asks, climbing up my body and stretching like a cat on top of me.
I stroke her back. “Next Saturday, sweetheart. We’ll go to Wicked.”
She smiles, her eyes sparkling. “You’re wicked.”
“You’re mine.”
She looks down and then quickly rolls off me.
I catch her in my arms, spooning her from behind before whispering in her ear, “I’ll be good to you.”
She laughs uneasily. “I’m not used to all these pretty words.”
I let out a breath. “Ya see, this is exactly why I wanted to take it slow. If we had a real date, you’d have time to see you could trust me through my actions.”
“So this is my fault?”
“Yeah.”
“How is it my fault?” She sounds pissed.
I nuzzle her neck. “You made me strip, felt me up, and begged me to fuck you.”
She wiggles her ass back into me. “I did do that, didn’t I?”
“And I loved every minute of it. Now I’m gonna spend the night. I’ll probably spoon you for a bit, fuck you a lot, and then tomorrow we’ll do something more date like. So next Saturday will count as date three.”
“You’ve got it all figured out.” She sounds happy with my plan, but she’s trying not to show it.
“Yup.”
“I’m supposed to visit my grandmother tomorrow.”
“Then I’ll meet your grandmother.”
She looks back over her shoulder at me, her eyes wide. “Seriously?”
“Why not? Women of all ages like me.”
She snuggles back into me. “Cocky.”
“You like that about me.”
“I have to warn you, she’s tough. I call her General Joan. Secretly. Don’t you call her that.”