Page 179 of Rags's Awakening
He shoved two fingers inside her while pressing his mouth to her ear. “You like it rough from me, don’t you, baby?”
“Rags. Please,” she whimpered.
“Tell me how bad you want it.”
“I want you. I need you so bad. I love feeling you inside me. I’m so close and I need—”
In one fluid move, Rags shifted beneath her, one hand on the small of her back as he pushed her down until her heat hovered to his mouth. His tongue slid between her folds.
“So fuckin’ sweet,” he murmured.
“Rags, you’re killing me,” she moaned.
His tongue continued its sweet, relentless torture until she thought she’d lose her mind.
“Please make me come, I’m so close,” she said.
His tongue flicked over her sensitive nub while his fingers slid in and out at a frantic pace. A low guttural groan climbed up her throat as she shattered. Her whole body quaked as the orgasm ripped through her.
“Oh, Rags.”
Rags moved swift as a cougar, flipping her onto her back and dragging her to the edge of the mattress before thrusting deep into her still-throbbing body.
“You like that, darlin’?” he panted.
“Yeah. Harder.”
Rags pressed his hand against her throbbing sex as he pummeled her, sending her into another release.
“Fuck,” she groaned, clawing at his chest.
“Fuck, yeah. That’s it, darlin’.”
He pushed deep inside her and lowered himself over her body, holding himself firmly in place. With his face inches from hers, he stared into her eyes. “Love you, Case,” he gritted.
She wrapped her arms around his neck. “Love you too,” she whispered.
Rags grunted, then straightened up and stepped back. Before she could push back on the mattress, he scooped her up and laid her in the middle of the bed, then settled down beside her. He tucked her into the crook of his arm, and she settled deeper against him, her head resting on his chest. The frantic heat ofthe bedroom slowly ebbed away, leaving a peaceful stillness in its wake.
Rags pulled the blanket over them, and she snuggled closer, her skin pleasantly flushed and warm. The amber glow outside the window had morphed into the deep, dusty purples and smoky blues of twilight.
Casey traced lazy, absentminded circles across his tatted chest as it rose and fell in total relaxation. The scent of his cologne, the tangy, muskiness of their lovemaking, and the fresh scent of pine wafting through the open window soothed and comforted her in its familiarity.
She shifted, resting her chin on his chest, looking up at his handsome face. “So,” she murmured, a soft smile tugging at her lips. “About those steaks.”
Rags let out a low, rumbling chuckle that vibrated right against her cheek. He tightened his grip around her as he pulled her close up enough to plant a gentle, lingering kiss on her mouth. “You’re too cute, sometimes.”
Casey quirked her lips. “So is that a yes? I’m starving.”
“I know I gotta feed you, darlin’,” he said, squeezing her butt. “Are you gonna help out or just watch me do all the work?”
“I’ll pour the drinks and make the baked potatoes and salad,” she replied. “Anyway, don’t I deserve a good steak dinner?”
“You deserve that and much more, Case,” he said, tweaking her nose.
The sincerity in his voice settled deep into her bones. She snuggled closer against his side, listening to the steady, comforting thrum of his heart as the cool twilight air washed over them, content to stay in his arms for just a few minutes more.
Chapter Thirty-Three
