Page 24 of Same Rogue
She was light as air, and nothing else in the world mattered but their connection here.
She’d never felt a kiss like his. None had meant more.
He bucked into her faster as her orgasm pulsed away inside of her. She whimpered against his lips and released his hands, wrapped her arms around him, and reveled in the feel of his hips crashing against hers. He gripped her hair and drove her up the bed with his powerful thrusting, his other arm sliding tightly around her back to keep her against him. He slowed and drove…deep…deep…and then he was there too as a second wave of release consumed her. He came inside of her hard, his body tense, his kiss desperate.
Fuck, she didn’t want this to end. She took stock of the moment. Of every pulse of pleasure he gave her. Of every throb of his dick, and jet of warmth that coated her insides.
This was everything. This moment. It felt so big and so powerful, like all of her other memories were blurry now and this was the only one in crystal clear focus.
He slowed them down, dragging out both of their releases, and then settled more of his weight onto her as he pecked her lips once, twice…a third time.
His hand went gentle in her hair, and he nuzzled the side of her neck, staying as close to her as they could be.
She hugged him tightly, fully aware of how finite their time was together. She rubbed his back and kissed his cheek. Rubbed, kissed. He relaxed, seeming unhurried to pull out of her. She was glad. She wanted to enjoy every moment of this. It would have to last her for the rest of her life.
When at last he eased up to look at her, he murmured, “We both broke the rules,” as he brushed a strand of her damp hair from her face.
No make-up, wet hair, flushed cheeks, and still that man was looking at her like she was beautiful. She didn’t believe what he’d said anymore—that she wasn’t his type.
She just wasn’t what he had been used to. Some of her insecurities loosed their grip on her heart as she swam in the openness of his appreciative gaze.
“Favorite smile,” he rumbled, and then pushed off her.
His favorite smile faded from her face as she realized it was done. Their time had come and gone.
He offered her a hand and pulled her to a sitting position. The paperwork to dissolve their union was stuck to her back.
She reached for it and peeled it off, and in horror realized that the remaining dampness from her shower had soaked the page and blurred the ink.
“Oh my gosh,” she whispered. “I’m sorry.”
Bridger didn’t seem surprised as he pulled his jeans on. “Pity,” he said. “I’ll have to reprint it, and we can try again tonight.”
“Tonight,” she repeated dumbly. She had to check out of the room at eleven and start her trek back to Alabama.
“Yep. I already booked you another night.” He cast her a wicked grin. “Looks like you have to be paired with me for another day.”
Kit tried not to grin like an idiot. Truly she did. He’d come here with a plan. Before he’d even made it up to the room, he’d booked her another day to keep her here. He was the one that had tossed her damp body directly on top of that paperwork. And now? He wasn’t rushing out of the room to get away from her after what they’d done. Instead, he turned down the sheets of the bed and leaned over, scooped her up and settled her into the comfortable folds of the sheets.
“Rest,” he told her. “I have to go to work.”
“But…I should clean up.”
“No. You’ll leave my cum in you for a while. I want you to smell like me.”
“Animal,” she accused him.
A dark smile stretched his lips and then was hidden by his movement of pulling his T-shirt on. “It is the animal’s request. It’s the only way to keep him from hunting down Seth and Chase for thinking they had any kind of shot with you.”
“Possessive,” she accused him as he brought her coffee and set it on the nightstand.
He leaned over and kissed her lips, then eased back just enough that his gaze bore directly into hers as he said, “If you knew how good it felt to be buried in your pussy, you would be possessive too.”
Butterflies filled her stomach, and she curled into a little ball. The smile on her face was probably so dumb right now.
“I’ll reprint the paperwork,” he said. “Maybe I’ll even hire a notary to meet us. Make it all official. Text me if you’re working today. I’ll meet up wherever.”
“Are you going to go have a panic attack now about what we did?” she called as he headed for the door.
