Page 55 of Rogue Wave

The kiss was hungry and savage as I claimed her without words.

I was normally a patient person. I could take my time with a woman and make sure we both reached that point of pleasure without rushing.

With Hazel, my body couldn’t wait. I was consumed by her, my body overrun by a need so deep that I could barely focus.

My mouth moved of its own volition over her jaw and down her neck, loving the taste of her skin on my tongue.

“I like when you kiss me there,” she whispered as my lips moved across the pulse point on her neck.

“Yeah?” I asked, kissing my way across her collarbone. “What about here?”

“Uh-huh,” she said, gulping a huge breath. “Maybe lower.”

Moving lower as suggested, I got to the top curve of her breast, the lace of her bra brushing against my chin.

“Mmm,” she moaned as I kissed her there. “Just a little lower.”

I smiled at her cute attempt to get me to put my mouth on her. But I wanted it badly too, so I gave in. I slid the lace over, noting how soft her skin felt under my rough fingers. Her hard, perky nipple was now free, and I flicked my tongue over it before taking it all into my mouth.

“Oh God, Hank,” she moaned and whined and made other intelligible sounds as I worked her with my tongue and lips.

“I love hearing you say my name.”

“Hank,” she gasped, and I felt my dick twitch with excitement.

“I need more, Hank.”

She rubbed herself up against the front of my pants, and that was all it took. We became a frenzy of movement at that point.

Her hands moved to undo my belt and pants while mine slid around and unhooked her bra.

We couldn’t touch each other quickly enough, and yet I wanted to slow down and take my time.

The goal of going slower went right out the window the second she slipped her hand inside my pants and wrapped her fingers around my cock.

I closed my eyes, willing myself to gain control and not turn into a two-pump chump, but it was a struggle as her palm stroked my rock-hard dick.

“Let’s get you out of these restrictive clothes,” she said in her sultry voice.

I wasn’t sure if she was trying to be seductive in the way she said it or if that was just her, but it was working. I was pulled under her magic spell through those words and would have done just about anything she asked at that moment.

She removed her hand from inside my clothes and grabbed the waistband and slid everything down. My cock sprang up and pointed directly at what it wanted, a mere inch from the holy land behind the lacy fabric in front of me.

My gaze moved to hers, and I saw that her eyes were ablaze with hunger and desire—the same look that was probably in mine.

“Lie back on the bed, Hazel. Spread those gorgeous thighs and make some room for me.”

Never breaking eye contact, she smiled and scooted back on the bed. She leaned back, using her elbows to prop herself up, while the lower half of her legs dangled over the edge.

She was all splayed out in front of me.

“I love compliant Hazel.”

“Don’t get used to it.” She grinned lasciviously, lighting a fire in me that only she could.

I yanked her panties down and threw them to the floor, needing to get inside her.

She let her knees fall open, and my brain shut down. All train of thought vanished, and my ability to do anything but enjoy the moment was now gone. I was lost to this world, and I didn’t care.