Charity Case - The Complete Series - Piper Rayne Page 0,250

erection rocks me at my core only spurring me to grind against him more as all my pent up lust for this man demands a release. My hands cling to his shoulders as I rock back and forth, my head falling back.

I need him. I need to be closer.

The sound of my zipper echoes in the quiet room. His teeth scrape along my collarbone while his fingers slide the fabric over my shoulders, falling down my arms. Removing my arms from the top of my dress, it pools around my waist, revealing my black lacy bra.

Roarke’s eyes feast on my breasts and I love that he appears to struggle to shift his vision away. No man has ever made me feel as beautiful and wanted as Roarke. With one searing look, my body engulfs in flames that only he can dampen. I crave that feeling the more it comes.

“Fuck,” he bites out, one hand cradling my breast, his thumb running over my already pebbled nipple.

My back arches, demanding more of his touch and hopefully his mouth.

Roarke is a man who picks up on signals though. He lowers his head, taking my nipple in his mouth, wetting the lace of a bra that did little to cover me. I grind harder into his lap, the need for a release skyrocketing to new heights. He unhooks my bra and the lace fabric pulls away from my chest. My breathing staggers as his lips travel the same path of his fingers down my arms until my bra falls to the floor.

“Hold on to me,” he says and I move my hands back to his shoulders, my fingers digging into his muscled flesh.

He raises both of his hands, grabbing hold of my breasts, teasing my nipples. My eyes fall closed, reveling in his touch. Firm but gentle, nothing like I thought he would be. In my mind, he’d have my dress up to my waist and be thrusting inside of me by now.

“Time to lose the dress, Firecracker.” The nickname he’s taken to calling me makes it feel like cupid shot an arrow at my heart. I’ve never been given a special term of endearment by a man. I can’t explain it, but it feels so right when he says it. Like it’s something only the two of us will ever share with one another.

His hands and lips leave my body and he guides me into a standing position with his hands. As it has been, he controls the situation as his thumbs dig into the space between my flesh and my dress. With a little persistence, the fabric falls to the floor and I step out.

Roarke wastes no time before he yanks me forward and his lips press against my now exposed stomach. “You’re way too perfect for me.” His fingers slip under my panties, grab my ass and leaving no distance between us.

I twirl my fingers through his silver and brown hair, loving the way it falls in soft waves without the usual gel.

He rests his chin on my stomach staring up at me and I draw back to look into his eyes. Something is going on behind those gorgeous hazels. Something I don’t quite recognize, because I don’t think I’ve seen it before. A small piece of me hopes I get to see it again, though. That if Roarke and I somehow make it, he’ll never stop looking at me like he’s the luckiest guy in the world. A reminder of Todd’s dull eyes focused on me, prick my heart with doubt, but I push any more thoughts of my ex away from this moment.

This is my moment with a man who has pursued me without apology. Shamelessly used leverage to adhere us together so he could win me over.

I run my hand running along his stubble. “You’re overdressed.”

Our gazes stay locked as our hands glide along each other’s bodies, none of our movements rushed. A small part of me wants to commit this to memory—worried that it’s because we’re lost in this small town far from the day-to-day realities in Chicago.

A shiver crests over my heated flesh as his fingers run up and down my naked body. He slides my panties down my legs and I step out of them, then fall to my knees in front of him. His hand cradles my cheek and my eyes close briefly before I strip him of his dress shirt. Pushing the fabric off his shoulders, his thumb runs along my lips and