Page 43 of Rogue Survivor
Once she’s bared to me, dark curls glistening with the sweetest scent to grace this earth, I peer up at her. “Might want to grab that pillow again before I taste you.”
She does, hiding her half-lidded eyes, parted lips, and unfocused gaze. Soon, we’re gonna do this without anyone else around, but for now, it’s enough that we’re here. That we’re together.
Her body trembles as I spread her thighs with my hands and drag my tongue through her slick folds. I hope to all that’s holy I haven’t forgotten what a woman likes, and when I find her clit, her muffled cry reassures me in ways I didn’t know I needed.
Pure, raw desire shoots down to my dick, and it’s been so long, I don’t know if I’ll last once I’m inside of her. “Gonna make you come now.” The vibration of my lips against her sweet spot has her heels digging into the mattress, and she hugs the pillow tighter.
Two fingers plunge inside her, twisting to find her G-spot as I increase the pressure with my tongue. Every muscle in her body coils and tightens, like she’s an exquisite instrument tuned just for me.
Her words are a mystery, but the way she flies when she lets go? It’s nothing short of breathtaking.
Isabel
I’d forgotten what it was like to be loved. To have someone put my desires above theirs. To care about my physical needs as well as my emotional ones. Tremors wrack my body as I come down from the high of my release, and I push the pillow aside so I can meet Connor’s gaze.
He’s moved. No longer between my legs, he cradles me like I’m the most precious flower. He’s fast becoming my home. My rock. My anchor in this violent storm threatening to drown me.
My chest heaves, but though my heart still hammers against my ribs like I just finished an all-out sprint, my muscles are so languid, I might as well be boneless.
“Back with me, darlin’?” he asks, his lips fluttering against the shell of my ear. “Wouldn’t want to lose you.”
“You can’t lose me. I’m yours.” I don’t know where the words come from. They’re too much. Too soon. But that makes them no less true.
His eyes widen, and just when I’m about to fumble my way through an apology, the corners of his mouth twitch into a smile. “I like the sound of that.”
His hard length presses to my hip, and I wriggle onto my side until we’re facing one another. “You don’t think we’re done, do you?” Stroking my hand over the bulge in his boxers, I giggle—and when did I last giggle?—at the way his eyes roll back in his head. “Off with these. I want to see you.”
“Yes, ma’am.” His voice is rough, and he almost topples over when he rolls off the bed to standing. But the boxers land on the floor next to my bra and panties, and his arousal juts proudly from trimmed, dark hair sprinkled with gray. I lick my lips, and his shoulders straighten.
“Did you think I’d be disappointed?” I ask, sitting up and guiding him between my legs. “Because you’re a tall drink of water on a hot day, Connor Davis, and I’m going to drink you down.”
His knees falter, but I don’t hesitate to wrap my lips around him. The velvety heat against my tongue, the tang of salt, and his muttered curses and grunts as I hollow out my cheeks are life itself as I try to give him a fraction of the pleasure he gave me.
My nipples brush along his thighs, one arm tight around his hip. I don’t know where this brazen, daring version of me came from. All I know is I don’t want to ever forget how amazing it feels to have this strong, caring, capable man turn to putty in my hands.
“Isabel…” he manages, and I’m so turned on, so wet, I can’t wait to feel him inside me. It’s slow torture to release him—for both of us—and when I tip my head up to meet his gaze, the depth of emotion in his eyes takes my breath away. “Lie back.”
It’s not a request. This is an order. A very firm—yet still tender—order.
Moving to the center of the bed, I watch the way his corded muscles flex as he digs in his duffel bag and comes away with a condom clutched in his fingers.
“You were a Boy Scout, weren’t you?”
After he sheaths himself, Connor chuckles and climbs on the bed to straddle me. “Maybe. Or just hopeful.”
“Well, now you’re mine.” Grabbing him by the hips, I position him at my entrance. “I want you, Connor. All of you. And I don’t want to wait another second.”
That’s all he needs. With a low growl, his crown slips inside me, and God, I’m so tight, it feels like he’s about to split me in two. But the burn as my inner walls stretch around him is the most delicious kind of pain, and I dig my fingers into the hard muscles of his ass and pull him closer.
He buries himself deep with a single, hard thrust, and I wrap my legs around him—as much for leverage as to let him know I can take whatever he can give. I’m his as much as he’s mine, and in this moment, there’s nothing but the two of us together.
Connor braces one hand on the headboard and with the other, reaches between us to find my clit. The pressure as he rubs circles around the magic bundle of nerves is such sweet torture, I hope he never stops.
“I can’t get enough of you, darlin’,” he whispers, leaning down to claim my lips. He’s so close, his cock surging into me with every hard thrust, and when he bites down on my lower lip, I let myself go, taking Connor with me.
Chapter Seventeen
Connor
