Page 38 of Rogue Mission
“Not funny,” I whisper. “Just… impossible. You. Me. All of it.”
I should be terrified of what’s happening. I nearly died less than twenty-four hours ago, and now I’m pressed against a man who scares me as much as he excites me.
His thumb brushes my jaw, tracing the edge of my chin slowly as if he’s memorizing it. “Sweetheart, impossible’s kind of my specialty.”
With him, the fear isn’t repelling—it’s invigorating. I’m alive. So alive.
He presses his lips to my temple, my cheek, the corner of my mouth, and the gentle gesture steals something big from me—my logic, my control, maybe even my heart.
“I don’t know what this is,” I whisper, “but I don’t want it to stop.”
FIFTEEN
There’s no way I can talk now. Hell, I can’t even inhale normally. But none of that’s stopping me. Not even the mountain of guilt pressing down on me.
Rosalie deserves something better than a fast, hard romp in the backseat of the company car.
She deserves it all.
I’ll just have to make it up to her later. Because therewillbe a later for us.
The wrapper tears between my teeth, leaving a metallic taste behind. I barely notice because Rosalie pulls down the band of my briefs, freeing my dangerously engorged erection.
Veins twist around the deeply colored flesh, leading up to a head that’s stretched to its capacity.
“Whoa,” she breathes. “I didn’t know they came this big.”
For a beat she sizes me up with her hand, pursing her lips. “Is this thing ten inches?”
A growl sticks in my throat. Growing loud when she wraps a small, deft hand around the shaft, her eyes full of excitement and curiosity.
“Not just long, but thick,” she adds, tilting her head.
“Yep,” I choke out, never happier to have my cock.
Glancing up to study my face, she strokes me slowly, driving me even more mad.
“What’s wrong, JT? You look like you’re in pain.”
“Fuck,yes.”
Jesus, for being such a talker, I’m at a complete verbal standstill here.
A sexy, vixen smile curves her lips when I line the condom up and replace her hand with mine so she can roll it down.
My balls cinch tight, a throb rolling through my cock.
“Come here, baby,” I rasp, breath catching. “Let me in. All the way.”
She nods, fingers gripping my shoulders fiercely.
“Slow,” I whisper against her mouth. “Deep.I need to feel you take all this cock.”
There it is…that little spark in her eyes. That flush that crawls up her chest.
Glad my vocabulary is back because there’s nothing I love more than the way her eyes widen when I say something dirty.
She gives me a slow smile. Small, but wicked.
