Would there be room in Rogue’s life for someone as damaged as she was?
Chapter 10
Rogue woke, spooned against Keira’s back, her naked bottom pressing against his morning wood. He fought the sudden urge to take her from behind, to drive deep inside her and make her his in every way.
As physically satisfying as that would be, he knew he couldn’t. She was tough and strong in so many ways, but fragile when it came to intimacy. He did not want to be that guy who pushed for more when she needed to take sex at her own pace.
Convincing his cock that sex from behind was out of the question was another story entirely. It was like his dick had a mind of its own. What Rogue needed to do was to slide his arm out from under Keira’s neck and get the hell out of the bed. Only then would he have a chance at calming his racing pulse.
He moved, carefully edging backward.
Keira shifted, her bottom rubbing against Rogue’s cock, making it even harder for him to maintain his self-control. He scooted backward as fast as he could before she her butt brushed against him again. As he scooted, he didn’t account for the side of the bed and fell over the side, landing with a muffled thump on the hardwood floor.
“What the hell?” Keira cried out and sat up straight, wild and naked, her glance shooting around the room until it landed on Rogue sitting on the floor, nursing a bruised hip. “What are you doing on the floor?”
He grinned. “Would you believe I fell out of bed?”
Her brow furrowed. “You fell out?” Her gaze swept his naked form, landing on his engorged cock. “Were you thinking of a repeat performance?” she said, her lips curling into a sexy smile.
“I’m always up for one, if you are,” he said with a wink. “But actually, a morning woody is common and natural.” He pushed to his feet.
Keira tipped her head. “Seems a shame to waste it.”
“Like I said. I’m up for one,” he waved at his erection, “if you are.”
She scooted to the edge of the bed, reached out and wrapped her fingers around him. “Mmm… The possibility has merit,” she said and bent forward, taking him into her mouth.
Rogue groaned, his fingers threading through her hair, automatically pulling her closer as he pressed himself in until he bumped against the back of her throat.
“You don’t have to do this,” he said softly, though he wanted her to continue.
She leaned back until her lips barely touched him. “I want to.” She cocked an eyebrow. “Don’t you like it?”
“Oh, hell yeah,” he said. “So much.”
“Then shut up and let me.” She gripped his ass in her hands and pulled him into her mouth again, her lips tightening around him, her tongue sweeping his length. Then back out, back in, faster and faster.
He held out as long as he could, his body tense, his entire being on fire. As his release surged, he pulled free, coming into his hand and jacking off to the end.
Keira lay back against the pillows, her arms crossed behind her head, naked, her body toned and gorgeous, wearing nothing but a smile. “Did that get you where you wanted to go?” she asked with a raised brow.
“Almost.”
“How’s your supply of protection?” she asked.
He frowned. “Gone.”
Keira’s brow wrinkled. “Oh. Well, damn.”
“We don’t need it for this.” His eyes narrowed as he stalked toward her, climbed onto the bed, parted her legs and sank down between them, his mouth claiming her pussy. He’d show her pleasure without penetration and enjoy watching her come apart.
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“Oh,” Keira said breathlessly. “Okay. I see...”
He flicked her clit with his tongue.
“...where...” her breath hitched, “you’re...”
