Page 245 of Rogue Riders Duet

Luc keeps his hand on me, but doesn’t push as he asks, “Do you trust me?”

I look into his eyes, finding them full of patience, of love. “Yes.”

“Then let me make you feel good.”

This time, when he pushes again, I go with him, following his direction and letting my legs fall open for him. He settles between my legs and glides his palms up my thighs, never breaking eye contact. There’s no rush in his movements as he kisses up my legs, each press of his lips igniting a trail of fire on my skin. My breath catches, anticipation coiling tight in my belly.

When his mouth meets my pussy, a ragged gasp escapes my lips. His tongue is soft at first, a gentle tease, a flick, but then he presses deeper, drawing circles around my clit that make my spine arch and my fingers twist into the blanket beneath me. I moan, not caring how loud it is, not caring if the stars hear me.

Luc hums against me, and the vibration shoots right through me.

“Luc,” I breathe out, my voice cracking.

“Keep saying my name like that,” he murmurs, his lips brushing my skin as he continues watching me. “God, you taste so good.”

He’s relentless, and his tongue and lips work in tandem to unravel me. My hips lift, seeking more, and he responds, gripping my thighs to hold me steady as he brings me closer to the edge.

“Please.” I gasp, not even sure what I’m begging for.

I don’t know how he knows what I need, but he does, like he’s listening to every sound I make and reading it like a map. He presses his tongue harder against my clit, and my orgasm hits like a wave, pulling me under. My entire body tenses, thighs trembling around his shoulders. My hands release the blanket and fly to his hair, gripping and tugging. His eyes close shut as he groans against my opening.

He doesn’t stop until I’m shaking, overstimulated, and floating. With slow, deliberate movements, Luc lifts his head and wipes his mouth on the inside of my thigh, leaving kisses in his wake. He crawls up over me and kisses me again, and I taste myself on his lips.

God, why is that so hot?

He breaks the kiss and brushes a strand of hair off my forehead. “We can stop here, Petite. We don’t have to do anything else.”

“I want to,” I say, surprising even myself.

“You sure?”

“Yes.” With trembling fingers, I reach between us and palm him through his shorts. He’s hard, big, and hot, even through the fabric.

“I don’t really know how to…” I trail off.

“That’s okay.” Luc smiles softly and kisses my cheek. “Let me help.”

He eases his shorts and boxers down, and I get my first look at him, thick, flushed, and very real.

I inhale through my nose, eyes going wide. “I don’t know if that’s…”

“It’s fine.” He chuckles, taking my hand. “We’re not doing anything you’re not ready for. We can just play a little. You can touch me. I’ll touch you. No pressure.”

Luc guides my hand, wrapping my fingers around his cock, and I feel the heat of him, the softness of skin over hardness. He exhales through his nose, his eyes slipping shut as he leans into the contact, thrusting in tiny, exploratory movements into my hand.

With his hand over mine, he continues to guide the movement, and the tension melts from his features as his mouth parts in pleasure.

His other hand moves back between my thighs, and even though I’m still sensitive, it still feels way too good. We’re both touching each other now, learning and exploring, our bodies tangled and breaths ragged.

It’s clumsy but so damn hot.

As our lips meet again, I realize I’ve never felt closer to another human in my life. Luc’s breath hitches every time he moves my hand just right, and my body is buzzing, burning, every nerve alive beneath his fingers. I never thought I’d feel this kind of connection again, after everything, after what happened, after losing so much. I didn’t think there’d be room in me for this kind of softness.

But here he is, and here I am.

I’m not afraid.

I want him.