Rogue Devil (The Rourkes #11) - Kylie Gilmore Page 0,52

as brilliant and sexy and fun as you ever again.”

I blink, stunned. I’ve heard brilliant before, but I’ve never been called fun in my life. And only the guys I’ve slept with called me sexy. “You’re the fun one.”

“We’re fun together.” He dips his head to kiss me gently. “Why are you so short?”

I giggle. He’s nearly a foot taller. I give his chest a playful shove, directing him to the bed. He takes the hint and sits on the bed, pulling me onto his lap, straddling him.

“Much better,” he says against my lips before sealing his mouth over mine. I tilt my head, deepening the kiss, and his tongue spears inside. Desire pools low in my belly. His hand slides to my ass, keeping me close as lust floods me. The kiss turns wild, out of control, as the fire ignites between us.

He breaks the kiss and pulls my tank top over my head, tossing it behind me, and then makes short work of the bra. He caresses my breasts, cupping them as his mouth crashes over mine again. My fingers spear through his hair, sharp need building. His thumbs strum across the tight, hard points of my nipples, shooting pleasure through me. I grab the bottom of his shirt and rip it off.

He sets me on my feet and strips me out of my tied cardigan, jeans, and panties. Then he strips too, his gaze eating me up. As soon as he’s naked, I launch myself at him.

He falls back on the mattress, taking me with him, and then rolls on top of me, resting his forearms on the mattress on either side of my head. He strokes my cheek. “Chloe.” His voice is husky, his gaze tender.

“Bren,” I whisper.

He cradles my jaw and kisses me deeply. I spread my legs further, needing more. But he’s in no hurry, kissing me like he has all the time in the world. Then he shifts, kissing a trail along my jaw and down my throat.

“Why’re you being so gentle?” I blurt.

He dips his tongue in the notch of my collarbones and kisses a hot trail along one collarbone. I move restlessly under him.

He lifts his head. “Because it’s our first time making love.”

“I like fucking better.”

His lips twitch. “Love that mouth.” He places a soft kiss at the corner of my mouth and then the other corner. My lips part on a sigh. He traces my mouth with a finger, studying my lips before nipping my lower lip and then sucking on it. Pleasure spears through me.

He takes my earlobe between his teeth and gives it a tug. His lips brush across my earlobe before he says, “I plan to take my time.”

I moan.

He lifts himself enough to slide a hand between my legs, stroking me lazily. “Would you like it if I took you deep and hard?”

“Yesss,” I hiss as his fingers work a slow, sensual spell, his voice nearly hypnotic.

“And then, on the second round, I lift you over me and make you sit on my face.” His fingers thrust inside me as his thumb strums a steady rhythm.

My breath comes harder, but I still manage to say, “Yes.” He shifted next to me at some point. I’m too lost in pleasure to care.

“And then I’ll turn you around and impale you on me.” He does something with his fingers that makes me see stars. My hips rock mindlessly, white-hot pleasure flooding me.

His voice is gravelly. “I’ll let you ride me at your own rhythm until I take control, taking what I need while you beg me for release.”

Everything in me coils tight, imagining what he describes at the same time as he works me with his fingers. I moan softly, the need so all-consuming, my release just out of reach.

Suddenly his touch is light as a feather. My eyes fly open. “Please, Bren.”

His mouth crashes over mine, his fingers picking up the pace. My hips arch, and he pushes them back down, continuing his sensual torture.

I moan deep in my throat.

He breaks the kiss. “I love your throaty moans. Give me more of that, Chloe.”

And then he shifts down my body, down, down, down, his mouth closing over my center. I grip his hair, tugging mindlessly, throaty cries ripped from my throat. His mouth is wicked, his fingers relentless, pushing me on and on. Yes! This is what I needed. My entire body bows, and I break, the orgasm crashing through me in a hard rush of