Rory (Hope City #7) - Maryann Jordan Page 0,54

he stepped closer and whispered, “Just kiss me.” That she knew she could do.

She lifted her hands and placed them on his shoulders as he cupped her cheeks, guiding her face toward his. Their lips met and a warmth spread through her, building until tingles moved throughout her core. Her fingers pressed into his shoulders, and her manicured nails dug slightly into the muscle. His hands glided from her cheeks and one moved over her back, pressing her tightly against him while the other pulled the chopsticks from her messy bun, allowing the thick waves to tumble in a waterfall down her back.

With her hair free, his fingers now dove through her tresses, cupping the back of her head. That gentle pressure controlled the angle of their kiss, and she willingly gave that power to him. She instinctively knew that Rory would take care of her in all ways.

His tongue glided over hers, and she pressed her legs together, the desire for friction building deep inside her core. Much to her surprise, he broke the kiss and stepped back. Before she could ask what was wrong, he pulled off his sweater, and her eyes feasted on the tight, gray undershirt that molded to his muscles. Before she could completely commit that scene to memory, he grabbed a handful of material and jerked it over his head, tossing it onto the floor as well.

He stepped closer again and reached for the bottom of her shirt, slowly and carefully drawing it up over her head as she raised her arms into the air. Her sports bra had a zipper in the front, and he soon freed her breasts, her nipples pebbling as the cool air rushed over her. Facing each other in the same state of undress still made her feel self-conscious until his gaze stayed off her breasts and on her face and he breathed, “You are so beautiful.”

She smiled widely, feeling the heat of blush move over her face. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet, retrieving several condoms. Tossing them onto the bed and his wallet onto her nightstand, her eyes widened. “More than one?”

He grinned and pulled her close again so that their naked chests were pressed together. “Obviously, you haven’t been with anyone recently that had stamina.”

Her face heated even more. “I haven’t been with anyone recently at all.”

At that admission he blinked, his chin jerking slightly. He opened his mouth as though to speak, then snapped it closed, his lips curving softly. He lifted his hand and slowly dragged his finger over her cheek then held her chin between his knuckle and thumb. Leaning closer, he breathed against her lips. “Then I’m honored, sweetheart.”

Their lips melded together once again, and she closed her eyes, allowing the sensations to crash over her. The touch of his lips. The feel of her breasts pressed against the hard planes of his chest. His hand gliding over her bare back to hold her tight. The feel of his erection pressing against her stomach. Barely aware that he shuffled them toward the bed, she gave a little squeak as he scooped her into his arms and placed her gently on the bed. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her pants and slowly dragged them down her legs, snagging her panties and fuzzy pink socks along the way. Now, she lay completely naked before him, and yet the expression on his face was so reverent she no longer felt self-conscious.

His hands went to his belt, and she heard the leather slide from the buckle. Her senses were on fire, and her hearing was acute. The click of the zipper teeth. The rustling of material as his pants dropped to the floor. The thud of his boots hitting the rug. Before she knew it, he was naked and crawling over her body, lying on his side.

His arm was bent, and he propped his head on his hand. His other hand reached across to cup her cheek, bringing her lips closer, kissing her once again. She lost herself in the feel of his lips, barely aware when his hand moved down her neck, over her breasts, his thumb circling her nipples. She pressed her legs together again as the tingles moved throughout her core and the need for friction zipped through her.

His hand continued on its downward path over her belly and mound, his fingers now circling her clit and moving through her slick folds. Soon, he inserted