Page 93 of Ruthless with a Rogue
Her long, elegant fingers trailed featherlight over the underside of his cock, and he sucked in a breath as a pang of bliss streaked through him.Those midnight eyes never left his.She swirled her thumb over the tip.His pulse spiked.Then she lifted that thumb and popped it into her mouth, cheeks hollowing as she sucked it clean.
An extremely unmanly sound fled him.Oh God.Had he just whimpered?
Her triumphant grin was a very good indication he had.“Your feelings don’t taste very small.”Her voice was a beautiful blend of cheeky huskiness.She was playful yet utterly tempting.Not for the first time, a thought crossed his mind: He’d never met a woman like her.
She was quite simply the definition of perfection.
Flawless.
Her smile faded, her eyes searching his.Whatever she saw had her stepping up to him, and he pulled her flush against his body, her slight form settling between his legs.They stared at each other, no words, just breath mingling with breath, naked skin against naked skin.All urgency faded away; the frantic edge softened.The world slowed to nothing—just him, just her, just them.
Derek coasted his hands over her sides, up her back, then back down, fingers mapping every inch of skin.“What do you want, clever girl?”He cupped her face, tilting her up to him, locking on those eyes he loved, their blue barely visible in the shadows.She held the cards.He couldn’t deny that after their last encounter he was nervous he’d make a wrong move.He wanted tonight to be perfect for her.“Whatever you want, it’s yours.”
Her palm settled on his chest, over his erratically beating heart.Her fingers flexed, and his breath caught.Because that felt very much like she was asking for the damaged organ beneath her fingers.
“I want all of you.”Her fingers lightly trailed down his chest to his stomach.She stepped back, gaze never leaving his.Those long, thin fingers curled around him.One lazy stroke.“I want you to be mine.”
Gooseflesh swept over his skin in a wave.Hers.
Derek nodded slowly.Then he spun them, so she was resting against his bed—and dropped to his knees.Stared straight up at her.His queen.“Yours.”
He nuzzled into her thigh, pushing her legs apart as he brushed a kiss to the sensitive skin.“Yours,” he whispered against her skin, and she shivered.
He lifted one of her legs and swung it over his shoulder, pressing another kiss even closer to the heart of her.He met her gaze again.“I’m yours.”
Derek leaned forward, ready to finally lose himself between those thighs, but a tug on his hair held him hostage.Another meaningful tug.He leaned back and arched a brow.
“Based on what happened the last time we did this,” she said breathlessly.“I thought I should warn you.This will be ending with you in me, Derek.So, control yourself.”
Derek grinned.“As my lady commands.”
He’d control himself.But he was going to do everything in his power to make sureshelost control.
47
Livy
Apromisereflectedinthose green eyes, their color blackened by the shadows.A promise of pleasure.But there was something else.Something new.Something tender.
When he’d fallen to his knees before her, it had felt like a pledge.Yours.Pledging himself to her.Her heart beat faster.They were teetering on the edge of something, about to tip over to the other side.Tonight, they would.
He leaned in, nose brushing against her curls.Paused and breathed her in, just his hot intoxicating breath hovering over her skin.She fisted the bed linens, desire building into something wild and desperate.
Her hips canted into him.Seeking.But he only continued with his light, unhurried kisses.Like he wanted to go slow.Savor.
His tongue trailed over her; just enough pressure to tease, but not enough pressure to give her what she craved, to dip inside.She wriggled in his grasp.Needy.She was aching and empty.His fingers tightened on her bottom, holding her still.She needed to feel him deep in the heart of her.Any part of him.
She tried to spread her thighs even wider.Pleading.Frustration rumbled out of her in a soft growl.“Derek.”It came out as a demand, tinged with threat.“Get on with it.”
He groaned against her, his body shivering between her thighs.And then he jerked her closer, burying himself deeper between her thighs.As if her ordering him about, making demandsof him,made him lose control.
All semblance of slow disappeared as he went straight for her core.He licked into her, his tongue thrusting without preamble.Her head tipped back as ripples of pleasure rolled over her.He pressed her open wider, delving deeper.But it still wasn’t enough.It was a hint of what was to come.Her hips bucked against him, chasing that pulsing, dangerous need.The need to be filled.Stretched.In a way she’d never been before.
She held onto the coverlet for dear life with one hand, the other fisting his hair.She held him to the heart of her, back arching as she pressed into him, trying to get closer.The noises echoing around them were wicked.Sinful.Slick and sex.A sob tore from her.It was too much.It wasn’t enough.He was dismantling her, taking her apart until he got to the essence of her beneath.
Then her feet were off the floor, and she was being tossed onto the mattress.Her back had barely hit the coverlet before she was being yanked to the edge of the bed.His large hands curled around her thighs, pressing them wide, and he stood between her legs, gaze locked on her.Shadows flickered over his face, hidden behind wild ebony waves.His chest heaved, mouth glistening.He looked feral, deranged.His fingers flexed, and his gaze snapped up to hers.A pang of lust hit her straight between her legs.The man could seduce with a single look, one that said he hadn’t eaten for days and had finally found sustenance.
Her.
