“Hang on, honey.” His fingers slid between them, finding her silky panties.
Her breath stilled in her throat. She parted her legs as far as the couch would allow. He coasted his fingertips over the material, up and down her folds.
An ache formed in her loins, driving her to the brink of orgasm. She gasped.
As if sensing she was close, he withdrew his hand and brought his mouth down to hers. His lips were firm and soft. She bucked her sex against his jeans, grinding against his shaft and silently urging him to pull it out and give her what she needed.
Her knee jerked with frustration. “Now, Roarke.”
His gruff laugh rumbled against her bare skin. “I love hearing you demand. What do you want, hmm?” He moved downward, his lips trailing to her breastbone then to her belly button.
She arched her back when he reached the waistband of her panties. His breath was heavy on her belly, the feel of his short whiskers hot and erotic.
“I’m waiting, Lainie.” His fingers teased the inseam of her underwear, his knuckles torturously close.
“So am I.” She jerked again.
“Tell me what you want, honey. I don’t know what to give you.”
An orgasm, please.She swallowed the words because he wanted direction. “Kiss me.”
He swept the material aside so quickly that she gasped. His mouth touched her sex, and she muffled a cry on the back of her hand.
Electricity shot to her toes, and her muscles tightened into corkscrews. She panted as her heart beat frantically against her eardrums. His tongue moved expertly over her folds while his fingers remained scant millimeters from her sex as he stretched the crotch of her panties to the side.
He could rip them for all she cared.
Pressure built low in her womb, her knees spread wantonly, and she gasped as if she’d dissolve if she didn’t find release.
When he closed his lips over her clit she withered, a cry ravaging her throat. He sucked gently and leisurely, pulling every ounce of pleasure through her nerve endings.
Her orgasm built, its brilliant colors blinding her as pleasure bathed her in light. She turned her face into the back of the couch, unable to stop the desperate moans from rolling off her lips.
Its wetness released, her flesh throbbed and squeezed until her bones melted. Roarke’s hands roamed over her hips and thighs as he continued to lick.
“Uh—”
“I need one more from you,” he growled.
His tongue flicked over her again, and her melted muscles fired to life with a spark of desire. She couldn’t ask questions. Couldn’t say a single word. Not when another current of electricity teased her loins.
She wanted to come again, but she wanted more. She wanted every inch of his cock buried inside her. “Roarke,” she squeaked, as her resolve threatened to cave to another release.
He lifted his head but kept stroking her hood. “Yeah, baby?” God, he sounded so rough. So possessive and sexy.
“I want you.” It came out as a whine.
He grunted and took off his jeans and boxer briefs, then she pulled him back down on top of her. He shifted between her thighs, his lips on her neck and one hand tangled in her hair.
She wriggled beneath him. “Now, Roarke.”
“Christ, Lainie.” He guided his cock to her entrance.
She shuddered as he plunged his staggering length all the way in. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she hung on for dear life as he rode her.
Pleasure washed over her. His thick girth stretched her to the max, but it felt so damn good to have him inside her.
Just him. Flesh on flesh.
