Page 129 of To Catch A Rogue
He’d wanted to ruin her again, but suddenly, the urge to kiss her mouth came over him. This was not just about physical pleasure, but the sweet, unfulfilled longing between them.
Lark softened beneath him as every inch of their bodies pressed together. There was heat there. Demand. But also the sweetness of the moment as he tried to tell her with his kiss how much she meant to him.
Fingers dipping between her thighs, he found her wet and shuddering.
Charlie adjusted his erection. Sudden nervousness clamped a clammy hand on the back of his neck. He knew how this worked, but the heated slickness of her body beckoned and he didn't want to hurt her. Didn't want to ruin this.
Lark dragged a hand down his back, her nails digging into his ass. "Please," she begged.
Closing his eyes, he pressed into her. She was so wet he gained several inches before her body clamped down around him in shock. Charlie froze, resting on his forearms. Then she was softening beneath him, her body opening to him. So fucking tight. He ground his teeth and rocked forward another inch, burying his face against her throat when pleasure gripped him with hot hands.
"Fuck," he breathed.
And Lark laughed, her body locking in a spasm around him as if the laughter shivered all the way through her. She sobered, her hips arching to meet his, her legs wrapping around his narrow waist. "All the way."
Charlie buried himself to the hilt, his vision going white behind his closed eyelids as Lark sucked in a small breath.
"Are you all right?" he whispered, though he wasn't bloody sure what he'd do if she wasn't.
"Fine," she whispered back, her nose brushing against his. "I am made of sterner stuff than this, Charlie Todd. And I want you. All of you."
"Forever," he dared to say, opening his eyes.
She lifted her mouth and licked his lower lip, and Charlie leaned down to capture a kiss.
It all became so much easier.
His body rocked back and forth as he slowly dragged her into drugging, lurid kisses. The kind of kisses he'd always dreamed of giving her.
He wanted to live forever in this moment, his hips gliding slowly, but the pressure was mounting. The next thrust came a little harder, and fuck, but that felt good. Lark moaned, her nails digging in, hard enough to leave an imprint. That felt good too.
Tucking her leg up against his hip, he tried to make her feel this too. As the base of his cock ground against that sensitive little nubbin that had given her so much pleasure earlier, he saw her eyes widen and felt her body clamp down upon him.
There.
Lark's spine arched, and her body clenched around him as she made a low, moaning sound in the back of her throat.
Clutching her hip, he drove into her a little harder, and her teeth sank into her lower lip. He'd spent so many hours wondering what it would feel like to finally be inside her, and the reality was so much more than he'd expected.
Again. She liked that. He felt her body squeeze tightly, her teeth pressing so tightly her lower lip was white. Charlie arched his hips, grinding over that one little spot.
"Charlie," she gasped.
The muscles in his throat and arms locked as he fought to hold his own pleasure at bay. "Scream it."
"Oh, God." Her fingernails dug into his back, and she threw her head back as her entire body clamped down hard.
Permission, finally, to lose himself. Charlie drove into her, again and again.
He came with a gasp, hips jerking through the aftershocks and his body trembling. All the energy flooded out of him, and he collapsed atop her, trying not to crush her. Gasping for breath. His mind racing.
Lark's hand caressed the back of his neck, her fingers tangling in the damp strands of his hair.
"So," she whispered, biting her lip as he eased his weight off her. "That happened."
Nobody had told him it would be this messy. He grabbed his towel and wiped himself with it before offering it to her. Lark was giggling in an utterly un-Lark-like way, and he couldn’t help smiling as they tangled together, hearts pounding and bodies sated.
"I’m never letting you go now," he whispered, and the look on her face was one he'd treasure for the rest of his life. "I want you to know that."
