Page 115 of Rogue Mission
“You need a safe word,” he says with finality.
Wow.
I seriously blank. My mouth curled on its own in some kind of devilish grin.
“Goddamn, Rosalie. You look at me like that, you’re going to be pregnant for the next ten years.”
Is that what I really want?
Suddenly the vision of a house full of our children is living rent free inside my head.
“Is that a promise?”
He leans over me, dropping the weight of that gigantic erection onto my stomach. “Everything with you is a promise.”
For a long moment we stare at each other. Something is happening here. And it’s very big.
It’s possession. It’s obsession. It’s ancient.
There are flutters in places I’ve never felt before in my chest. My stomach. Deep in my womb.
He’s the first to speak. “I love you. Now pick a word.”
“Love you too,” I rasp, my heart taking over my throat. “Do I really need a safe word?”
“Yeah, you do.”
He licks his lips, the feral energy in his expression intense. “I could get out of hand with a sweet little playground like this.”
Think.Think!
How am I supposed to remember a safe word if I can’t even come up with one?
“Pink!” I blurt because that’s how my face feels.
He chuckles, his eyes locked on my pussy now. “I love that color. Best color in the world.”
If a full body blush is possible, that’s what happens.
Lord, he’s dirty and I’m here for it.
Just days ago, I was slipping on a lab coat, thinking about ordering supplies. Now I’m thinking about keeping this man naked and trying to remember safe words. Heavens, I’m a changed woman.
“You with me?”
He asks, as his cock pulses against my stomach, making my toes curl in anticipation.
“One hundred percent.”
Justice loops the belt around his fist, stretching my arms above my head, making my body arch below his.
Using his other hand, he guides his cock to just the right place—but not until he rubs it up and down over my clit.
“Eyes on me. No talking,” he says, words raw, as he notches the pulsing head of his cock inside me.
I shudder, my mouth hinging open as he fills me with a slow, steady push that stretches me to the limit.
Hooking his arm under one knee, he locks me open wide.
