Page 28 of Going Rogue
She’d clenched her eyes tightly shut, andher breathing rushed past her lips in rapid puffs. “Rogue.” When she didn’t respond, he begged, “Look at me, Rogan.”
She’d tensed; her muscles gripped him so tightly it was almost agonizing, and he knew it only made the pain worse for her. “Relax, baby. Just breathe,” he soothed while his body trembled with restraint. A tear slipped out when she opened her eyes, and he kissed it away.
“I’m okay.” He heard no strain in her voice, only a hint of frustration. “I can do this.”
She lifted her hips to take him in deeper, and his eyes wanted to roll back in his head.
Fuck, she feels amazing.But he didn’t want to hurt her anymore.
Inspired, he rolled them until Rogue was on top. She made a noise in protest, but he held her up, grasping her hips as she kneeled over him. “You’re in charge, Rogue.”
While she stared down at him with her lips parted, he let her slide down his shaft. Cupping her cheek, he brushed his thumb across her injury, determined to cause her no more pain. He would let her set the paceand depth, so they only did what felt good for her.
With her palms pressed into his chest, she rocked up and down, back and forth, until she found what she liked. Watching her find her pleasure nearly sent him past the brink. His muscles quivered, but he held back, latching onto the ledge of his control with hands that shook.
Crane maintained his resolve to let her lead as long as he could, but when she quickened their pace to a frantic rhythm, which spoke of her release, the tether he’d had on his control finally snapped. Like a rubberband recoiling, it vibrated through him, stinging him with desperate strikes. Half wild, he sprang up and feasted on her breasts.
She moaned, and he grabbed her delectable ass, then gripped her hips and drove her in a frenzy. She was so hot and wet and tight. A thread of sanity breached the haze of his arousal when he felt her shudder under his tongue as her release rippled through her. With another pump of his hips, he chased her over the edge into oblivion.
Minutes ticked by in the silence of pleasurable stillness. Sweat slicked their bodies where their chests heaved and met with each breath.
Sated.
Exhausted.
Crane hugged her close and vowed never to let go.
I love you.
He wanted to give her the words, but for now, he would settle for showing her with his actions. Because Rogue was his. His everything, and he’d do whatever it took to get her home safe.
CHAPTER 10
Rogue
Rogue stirred from sleep with sweat beading on her neck. She was burning up. The main source of the warmth came from her back as if she’d fallen asleep with a heating pad on. She attempted to lift her arms and push off the covers, but a heavy weight wrapped her middle. Confused, she yawned and opened her eyes.
They’d turned off the lamps last night, but the rising sun lit the inside of the tent in a hazy yellow hue as its beams passed through the white fabric.
Crane.
She recognized the forearm holding her captive. The fact the bed was plenty bigenough for both of them, but he’d decided to spoon with her made her smile. She could add cuddling to her list of firsts.
Sighing her contentment, she wiggled a hand free to play with the dark hair covering his skin. It felt so soft when everything else about him was so hard. Like the muscles hiding underneath the hair. The man wasbuilt. As far as lovers go, she’d lucked out with Crane.
In more ways than one.
Her cheeks heated as she replayed all they’d done together. He’d made her feel . . . powerful. She’d liked it. Maybe too much. Her stomach cramped with the familiar fear she attached to intimacy, but she shoved it away. Her resolve hadn’t wavered.
One night.
It was all they would ever have, but at least it had been one for the record books. She snickered quietly as more memories bombarded her. Last night felt like a dream. If not for the soreness between her legs, she might not believe all he’d shown her. Or how gentle Crane had been. The man had a way of kissing her so sweetly it seemedlike she became the center of his world.
As much as she enjoyed it, she’d felt like he’d been holding back until, at the end, she’d gotten a glimpse of the wildness he’d kept contained. A part of her wished she could’ve explored that side of him more, but their time together was done. Their one night had ended.
She’d let herself be vulnerable with him.
Her hand stilled on his arm as a frown creased her face. Speaking of vulnerability . . . he’d surprised her when he’d asked her to use his name. The request had felt strangely intimate—too personal. Like he’d let her in for more than sex.
