She pressed a finger to his lips. “If you’re afraid of hurting me, let me take the lead.”
He nodded. “I’m all for that. You set the pace. You set the limits. You can stop at any point.” He drew in a breath and let it out slowly. “No matter how hard it is for me to scale back, I will.”
“Thank God. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could wait to touch you.” She smiled, grabbed the hem of his T-shirt, dragged it up over his head and tossed it into the corner. She ran her hands over his naked chest. “And for you to touch me.”
He tugged her shirt slowly up her torso.
She raised her arms above her head.
The shirt slid off and dropped to the floor.
Keira reached for the button on his jeans and released it.
He returned the favor and then slid his hands into the waistband, cupping her ass.
Her pulse slammed through her body, carrying molten blood south to coil at her core. She shoved her jeans over her hips.
Rogue smoothed them over her thighs and downward, dropping to his knees in front of her, where he unlaced her boots and tugged them off.
She stepped out of her jeans and stood in her panties and bra, on fire and in no hurry to quench that fire. She wanted to burn. With him.
Rogue, still on his knees, slid his hands up between her legs, skimming her inner thighs and coming to a stop at her panties. He looked up at her. “We can stop here, if you want.”
Her breath lodged in her chest. “No,” she whispered. “Don’t stop. Please.” She hooked the elastic band of her panties and shoved them downward. “I’m clean,” she blurted. “I’ve been tested. And I’m on birth control.” She laughed nervously, struggling to get her panties further down her legs. “Not because I have sex often, but to control my cycles.”
“I have protection,” Rogue said as he took over and eased the garment the rest of the way down, his knuckles skimming across her skin, sending shivers of excitement racing throughout her body.
Once her panties reached her ankles, Keira stepped out of them. She reached behind her back, unhooked her bra and let it slide off her shoulders and down her arms. She’d always thought standing naked in front of a man would be embarrassing, even demoralizing.
But the way Rogue looked at her made her feel powerful and desired in a good way.
Rogue rose to his feet, his fingers tracing a path along the curve of her hips upward to cup her breasts. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered as he bent to brush his lips across hers.
“You’re not keeping up,” she said against his mouth.
He chuckled, toed off his boots, dug his wallet out of his back pocket and tossed it on the nightstand. Then he shoved his jeans and boxer briefs down his legs and kicked them to the side. Then he gathered her into his arms and held her close, skin-to-skin.
Keira reveled in the heat. Her desire grew, spread and consumed her. She couldn’t get close enough to this man.
“We could just hold each other,” he suggested. “It doesn’t have to go further.”
Keira moaned. “The hell it doesn’t. I’m on fire. I want you.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “I want to feel you in the most intimate way.”
Rogue’s hands circled her back and swept lower until he cupped her ass and lifted her.
She wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her across the floor to the bed, his cock nudging her sex, which creamed in anticipation.
He eased her gently across the bed, lay down beside her and leaned up on his elbow.
She stared up at him, suddenly shy and uncertain, a new feeling for one who’d been trained to kill.
“Whatever happens from here is completely up to you,” he said, trailing a finger along her cheek, down the length of her neck and lower to brush across the swell of her breast.
Keira arched her back, pressing into his hand, loving the way he touched her and wanting so much more.
When he stopped, she frowned. “Don’t stop what you’re doing.”
“You like that?” he asked as he brushed his finger across her breast, making the nipple bead into a tight knot.
