Page 23 of Same Rogue
She closed her eyes as her body built up anticipation, but he squeezed her hands harder. “Look at me.”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered, remembering that he’d liked it last night.
His slow smile turned wicked, and his eyes lightened to that gold color she’d fallen in love with in his pictures.
He slid into her faster, harder, and there wasn’t a pause at the top anymore. He was going to let her finish soon. His lips were so close, but she knew the rule now. No kissing.
She looked at them, longing. She thought about it. He was right there. She could just lean up two inches and brush her lips to his, but she knew the rule. She knew.
He lowered his lips by an inch and moved to her ear. Softly he said, “You wear everything you want on your face.”
“I’m being good. It’s tempting, but I’m minding your rules.”
“Mmm.” He pushed into her deeper and she gasped with how good it felt.
“I know you’ll punish me if I kiss you,” she whispered.
“You’ll pull out of me, and I won’t feel you come. I won’t have my release. You’ll leave me naked on the bed and walk out that door. So? I am being good.”
He kissed the side of her neck, sucking. She could feel the gentle lap of his tongue against her sensitive skin as he drove into her slowly again. The torture was back, but she was so, so close. Little helpless sounds escaped her every time he hit it just right.
“Is this your goodbye fuck?” he asked. “Is that what you were doing? Fuck me one last time before we sign the papers?”
“I want you to remember me.” Her wolf’s growl was in her words now, and he leaned back far enough to look at her eyes.
“Beautiful,” he rumbled, the grit in his tone matching hers.
Oh, their animals were awake now. Both of them.
“I won’t be able to forget,” he assured her as he pushed into her deeply again. “You made sure of it.”
His lips were right there again. So close. So tempting. A naughty part of her wanted to steal the intimacy, like she had in that parking lot last night. She wanted to prove to him that being with her was better than clinging to his past. She wanted to erase the damage that he had taken on with his loss.
She wanted him to only see her.
Kit leaned up and nipped his lips, then relaxed back down.
“Careful,” he rumbled, but the corners of his lips were curving up slightly.
She leaned up again, barely brushing her lips against his and then relaxed and closed her eyes, arched back against the mattress. She could feel the tank top and separation papers beneath her, but she didn’t care.
“Eyes on me,” he rumbled.
She opened them slowly and stared right into his gold ones. Bridger almost had her there. Kit was so close. He leaned down and brushed her lips back with his, and the sensation in her stomach was like the gravity of a roller coaster. Felt so good.
“Now who is breaking his own rules?” she teased.
That wicked smile on his face was everything. His eyes were glowing brighter than she’d ever seen them, and oh, he was the hottest man she’d ever seen. And he was inside of her. She really didn’t want this to end.
She leaned up again and stopped herself just before she touched his lips, then eased back down. He followed her, chasing her lips and pressed against her mouth.
She inhaled sharply and squeezed his hands as he worked his lips against hers.
Her orgasm came fast, and hard. Her body imploded and she wrapped her legs around him to hold him deeply. He did shallow thrusts as her release crashed through her, and all the while he kissed her.
This feeling right here…she’d never experienced anything like this.
She was floating, or flying perhaps.
