Rogue Devil (The Rourkes #11) - Kylie Gilmore Page 0,54

I tell her as I undo the button on her jeans and turn her so her back is to my front. I kiss along the column of her neck before stripping her out of her jeans and panties, my fingers immediately delving between her legs.

She grips the counter for balance. “Be quick,” she says over her shoulder.

I give her a devilish grin. “Baby, there is nothing gonna be quick about this.” I strip down, condom on—yup, I came prepared—and then I bend her over the counter.

Her breath shudders out, but I don’t hear a word of complaint about my slow pace. She’s too busy moaning as I pump deep inside her while my fingers tease, feathering the lightest touch over pleasure central. It’s so satisfying, feeling her usual careful control fray and then unravel entirely. She rocks her hips, already desperate for more of my touch. I work on making her crazed, alternating firm strokes and light touches, until we’re both covered in a fine sheen of sweat. Me from holding back, her from raw need.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” she chants.

I send her over, and she cries out, her body squeezing me rhythmically, nearly taking me with her. My own need claws at me. I grab her hips and pull her back onto me tight, stilling her. She pants under me, her head dropping.

I lift her knee to the counter, opening her fully, and thrust again. She gasps. Oh yeah, that is good. Slow thrusts feel like heavenly torture. She’s moaning softly again, making me harder.

“I need you to come again, baby,” I whisper in her ear, giving her a light tap between the legs. Her hips jerk.

I gentle my touch, and she moans long and low. It’s a beautiful sound.

I stroke her lightly, my thrusts deep, pushing us both closer and closer to the edge. Her hips rock to my rhythm, right there with me, her skin fever hot under mine. I amp up the pace, unable to hold back much more. She breaks on a harsh cry, and I let go, pumping fiercely as an explosion of pleasure rockets through me. My own guttural groan mixes with her soft sounds of pleasure.

I lower her leg to the ground, but I don’t release her. I hold her tight to me for a moment longer, my arms wrapped around her.

“That was definitely not quick,” she says with a breathy laugh. “But I feel too good to be mad about being so late.”

I let her up and turn her to face me, framing her face with my hands and kissing her. “It seemed a challenge.”

Her eyes sparkle, her cheeks flushed pink. “Telling you to be quick is a challenge?”

“Damn straight. The devil in me said to see how long I could draw it out.”

“Filing that one away for later.”

“Why? So you can challenge me again?”

“Oh, yeah. At the risk of giving you a big head—”

“I’ll never say no to you giving me head.”

She smiles. “This is the best sex I’ve ever had. By a long shot, and I’ve had great sex. You just seem to know what I need when I need it.”

I pinch her chin, elated with her confession. “I’m taking what I need, and it naturally matches what you need. You know what that means?”

“What?” she whispers.

“You’re meant for me.”

She swallows audibly and looks away. “We should go. Right?”

I let it slide. She pulls away when things get intense, just a bit, enough to let me know she’s feeling something deep. For me, it’s been building over the last month. I can wait for her to get comfortable with it. But not for too long. She leaves for Villroy in a little over three weeks. I need to know she’s mine before she goes. Because once she gets back, she’ll be in serious student mode and won’t have much time for me. I need to build a solid foundation sooner rather than later.

I get myself back in order and give her some privacy to clean up and prepare for the next event—hanging with my family. They can be fun, but everyone together gets loud. She’s used to a quieter pace of life.

I take a seat on the sofa to wait. A short while later, she steps out of the bathroom and blows out a breath. I close the distance, something telling me she’s not as happy as when I left her post-orgasm just a short while ago.

Her gaze locks on mine for a charged moment before she looks away,