Page 62 of To Resist a Scandalous Rogue
This.Thiswas what he had craved. What he had missed in the year since they had been apart. Sex wasn’t just sex with Charlotte. It was deeper. It wasmore. Every sensation, every touch, every kiss, every thrust was infinitely more. He ground his teeth and buried his face in her hair as he continued to sink into her tight warmth, unwilling to consider why he craved her so.
“Harder,” she murmured, her nails sinking into his back as she turned her face into the crook of his neck.
Finlay groaned as he complied, sweat beginning to bead on his brow. Their flesh slapped against each other, the sound accompanied by their soft moans and fevered kisses. He heaved an inner sigh of relief when he felt her quiver around him, bowing her back and emitting a silent scream. At that moment, he pulled out and spilled on her belly before collapsing next to her, depleted.
They were quiet for several moments, the only sound their labored breathing.
She finally turned to him and smiled, and Finlay experienced a pinch in his chest. “Well, it’s a relief, at least, to know I remembered our night together accurately.”
A chuckle bubbled in his throat. “Did you doubt yourself?”
She looked down at her finger, which swirled in the bedclothes, a rosy flush stealing over her cheeks. “Cor, I doubted you.”
“Ah, well, then I’m thrilled to have disabused you of your doubt,” he said, grabbing her hand and kissing her palm.
“What makes you think I don’t still have doubts?” She rose, disappearing behind a small screen in the corner. When she appeared again, she said, “I’m still gathering evidence.”
And like that, the flame of desire that had so recently burned low roared back to life. Finlay jumped up, coming behind her and pressing kisses down her neck and across her bare shoulder. “I do so like a challenge,” he whispered.
His hands covered her breasts, his fingers worrying the sensitive nipples as Charlotte arched into him, her arms coming up to encircle his neck. Trailing a hand down her smooth belly to the juncture between her legs, he growled when he found her wet. Again. He stroked her with light touches, grinning into her hair at her whimpers of frustration and her attempts to grind into his hand.
“What do you need, Char?” He took her earlobe in his mouth and nibbled it. He felt wicked delight when she shuddered. “Tell me what you need.”
“Fin,” she moaned, and the sound of his name on her lips as she chased her release was alcohol on the fire of his arousal.
He pulled her toward the bed, desperate to lay her down, spread her legs, and take her. “Tell me, Char. Tell me.”
When the backs of his knees hit the bed, she spun in his arms, her stunning eyes bright and her cheeks flushed pink. Placing her palms on his chest, she quirked her mouth. “This.”
She pushed, and he fell on to the bed with a dullthump. Propping himself up on his elbows, he gazed at her curiously, desire pumping through his blood. Charlotte looked down at him, her hungry gaze raking his body. Her eyes trailed first up and then down, halting on his cock, which stretched long and hard against his abdomen. She met his gaze, a small smile curving her full lips. He suddenly knew her intent, moaning softly in the back of his throat. Sweeping her dark curls over her shoulder, she prowled up his body, stopping when she reached his waist. Grasping his cock in a firm grip, she pumped him, once, twice, before sliding her tongue over the tip.
Lud, and the sensation of her scorching tongue on his most sensitive flesh made it impossible for him to hold his head aloft, pleasure weakening his limbs, and he gripped the bedclothes in his fists. She laved him with firm strokes, finally taking the thick head into her mouth and sucking it deep.
“Ch-Char,” he groaned, her name a benediction. He wrapped his hand in her hair, helping her set a pace that had him lifting his hips off the bed. His orgasm built and built, almost to the point of delicious pain, when she suddenly drew back. He cursed, opening his eyes to look at her.
With her mahogany locks in disarray around her cheeks, her lips a sinful red, she was the embodiment of a seductress. She raised a dark brow. “Don’t worry. I’m not quite done with you.”
With those words she straddled him, grasping his cock and guiding it into her wet core. Finlay shuddered at the exquisite sensation, once again closing his eyes as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him.
But she didn’t allow him a moment of brevity. Placing her hands on his chest, her fingernails sinking in for purchase, she moved in strong, sure strokes. Her hips undulated to a beat that matched the rapid pace of his heart. He opened his eyes to see her arching her back, her curls brushing against his thighs and her breasts showcased for his admiration. The sight of her thus, seeking her pleasure, overwhelmed him.
“That’s it, Charlotte. Take it. I want to make you feel good,” he bit out between moans.
She leaned forward, until her breasts brushed against his chest and her lips were a scant breath from his. Her gaze pierced him with its intensity. “You make me feel beautiful.”
“You are beautiful.” Finlay grabbed her hips, grinding himself up into her movements. “Christ, I could watch you use me all day.”
Satisfaction snaked down his spine when she groaned at his words. She dropped her head onto his shoulder and kissed his neck. His hands slid down to her bottom, and when her rhythm started to falter, her core fluttering as she neared the crest, he helped her keep the pace that aided her ascent. A scant second later, they were thrown into the heavens together, Charlotte milking him until his breath stuttered in his lungs and he smothered her name with her lips.
…
She was completely boneless.
Charlotte also felt safe. Cherished. Dare she say it, if only to herself? She felt loved.
Perhaps she was projecting, she realized when a dash of reality made itself known in the guise of a grumbling, empty stomach. She rolled off him, coming to rest at his side. Immediately Finlay wrapped an arm about her shoulders and hauled her close, her head coming to rest on his chest. He stroked the hair from her face as his breath drifted across her cheek.
She loved him. Really, how could she not? He was a man who was impossible not to fall in love with. He was charming. Witty. Humorous. Honorable to a fault. So handsome he made her head swim when she looked at him.
