Page 89 of To Catch A Rogue
"See something you like?"
Lark sat astride him, cursing whatever god made him look so rumpled and delicious after a full night's sleep. It wasn't fair. She was sure her hair was an utter mess. "Do try to contain yourself. Your smugness is almost overwhelming."
He laughed, white teeth flashing in the drift of sunlight through the curtains, and the vibration shivered through her. "I ought to be smug. You were begging me.Please, Charlie. Please. It was the best thing I've ever heard."
She ought to have a witty reply to that, but all she could do was blush.
Because it was the truth.
The fine hairs on Charlie's thighs rasped against her oversensitive flesh. She'd wrestled him a hundred times over the years, even found herself straddling him like this and pinning him down, but there was a wealth of difference between those encounters andthis.
Charlie must have sensed it too, for his hand slid along her thigh, curling somewhat possessively over of her bottom. She was so wet, she could feel the dampness between her legs slick his thigh, and it was almost mortifying, but he seemed to like it. His eyes were black and the line of his jaw tensed.
It struck her then.
She was not the only one who ached.
Just the only one currently fulfilled.
"So... that happened," he mused. "Can I just say you're quite welcome to sneak into my bed anytime you feel like it."
"Hmm." A thought struck her; a way to turn the tables on him. "Did you really enjoy hearing me beg you for mercy?"
"You have no idea."
"Let's see how smug you are when it's my turn."
Leaning down, she licked a long line down the center of his chest, where his nightshirt splayed open.
Instantly, Charlie's laughter vanished. "What are you doing?"
"Torturingyou."
"Wouldn't be the first time," he muttered under his breath, but there was a sudden tension within him. "I'm not quite certain now is the right time."
"What's wrong?" Working her way down, Lark pressed a kiss to his abdomen, her lips brushing against his nightshirt. "A little on edge, are we?"
The press of his erection was vivid beneath the thin linen, straining slightly to the left of his navel. Every inch of it was visible, from the darker, rounded head of it to the veins in his shaft. It wasn't as though she hadn't seen a man's cock before, but never in this much detail.
She started working his nightshirt up, glancing at Charlie to make sure he was watching her as she lowered her face and deliberately licked along his shaft, the fabric shirring beneath her tongue. A streak of color darkened where her saliva wet the linen, clinging lavishly to every inch of him.
He sucked in an aching breath, fingers clenching in the sheets. "Fuck."
Oh, this she liked. Having her cocky, ever-so-charming nemesis writhing helplessly beneath her made all her earlier begging worth it. Pinning his nightshirt down, she licked him through it again, her tongue learning the length of him, from the pulsing veins winding up his cock, to the tiny, arrow-shaped groove beneath the very head of him.
Charlie's hands threaded through her unbound hair, caressing her scalp. A grunt escaped him, his fingers curling tighter.
"Lark, no.... I'm going to—" He suddenly flexed, capturing his erection in his hand and preventing her from licking him again. A low moan escaped him, and then he scrubbed a hand over his face. "Damn it."
Lark hovered over him. There was a sticky mess beneath his hand, all wadded up in his nightshirt. "Did you just—"
"Yes."
Lark sat upright. He looked so horrified with himself, his cheeks burning red as he covered his eyes. She couldn't help laughing.
"Shut up," he growled. "It's beenhours, trying to ignore the sensation of having you pressed up against me. And then touching you.... And I never thought you'd actually put your mouth on me." He peeked through his fingers. "I can'tbelieveyou were licking me."
Lark leaned down and grinned unrepentantly in his face. "I like having the upper hand."
