Charity Case - The Complete Series - Piper Rayne Page 0,251

I snake my tongue out to suck on it. He inhales with a sharp hiss.

Satisfied, I take off his socks, then unbutton and unzip his slacks. He stands, and they join my dress on the floor, leaving him in only black boxer briefs.

I bite back a smile because if I were a betting woman, I would have beat the house. This man screams conservative right down to his underwear choices.

“Let me grab a condom.” He leaves me for the first time in the past twenty minutes and my body chills.

I climb up the bed, laying on my back watching him dig through his bag, retrieving the foil packet. A giddiness whizzes through me over the fact that he’s mine, if only for tonight.

“You make me wish I had a photographic memory.” His voice is rough and strained as he stands at the end of the bed, his gaze searing my skin.

He wraps his fingers around my ankles and tugs me down the bed. “Did you think this would go along the lines of an old married couple with the missionary position?”

I laugh and tilt my head. “You have other plans?”

“I always have plans when it comes to you.” He drops to his knees and positions my legs over his shoulders. “I need to know what you taste like.”

His thumb runs along my folds, my hips rising off the bed. Dipping his thumb into my opening, he watches for my reaction. “I love that you’re this wet for me.”

Without another word, the scruff of his beard tickles the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs as he leans in. He licks, sucks, and twirls until I’m writhing under him begging for release. My fingers clutch the comforter, my thighs tightening around his head. He never stops. Not until I scream his name and my body lays limp on the bed.

The sound of the foil packet ripping open draws me from my post-orgasmic haze. I’m ready for more with this man and when the tip of his dick pushes into my wet core, I exhale on a sigh. Roarke slows his movements, his hands caging my head when his lips meet mine and he eases all the way inside me.

He’s large and in charge and as he pulls me closer to the edge of the bed, I’m happy to let him do his thing.

He circles his hips and I lose any meaningful thinking as his hands wrap around my waist so I don’t inch up the mattress. My fingers grip the comforter underneath me until my knuckles are white. I arch my back as he drives up and into me, hitting a spot inside of me that makes it feel like too much and yet not enough.

This man has a wonder cock. Everything about him leaves me craving more.

At first, I bite down the urge to scream until he winds the string tighter and tighter. He unhooks my legs from around his waist and pulls my legs straight up so my feet are on either side of his head.

“Fuck,” he says. Ohmygod he’s right.

I’m right there with him. Fuck, it’s so good. Fuck, I don’t want it to end. Fuck, I’m going to combust. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!

My entire body tenses and holds until the string snaps and I scream out his name as wave after wave of ecstasy drowns me.

Roarke pumps into me a few more times until he stills inside me.

“Fuck,” he groans, and he lets my legs fall to the sides, his head falling to my neck before he casts light kisses across the top of my shoulder. “That was beyond anything I had imagined and I’d imagined a lot, and often.”

I chuckle, still trying to catch my breath with the weight of a man I hated only forty-eight hours ago pressed against me.

A small part of me had wondered if after we’d had sex I’d have worked him out of my mind. That I’d be done with him. As he draws out of me, the emptiness inside me says I’m not even close to being done with Roarke Baldwin.

The good thing is that I think he’s just getting started with me.

Chapter Twenty-Two

A cool sensation runs down my spine, stirring me awake. Roarke’s warm naked body shelters me under the covers of the hotel bed. I moan from the mixture of hot and cold washing over my body.

The bed shifts and his strong hands and corded forearms lock on either side of my head.

“I really wanted to let you sleep,” he