Rogue (Real #4)(89)

Tossing it aside, I bend to lick his nipple ring, using my teeth to tug on the smooth white gold hoop. He groans and sets me down on the bed, coming down with me. His mouth settles over mine. He frames my face in his big hands, and I hold the back of his head, both of us locking each other in place so our tongues can eagerly taste. Our breathing turns erratic, but we won’t stop kissing.

He feasts on my mouth before he unlatches from me and slides his hands under my back to unzip my dress.

“Greyson, please,” I whimper, trying to pull him back to me for more kissing.

“Shhh. Wait me out a bit.” He tugs my dress down my body.

“It’s going to wrinkle!”

“Shh. I’ll fix it. I promise.” He throws it aside as though he plans to make it all right by buying me a new one, then he takes my bare legs and kisses his way up my calves, my knees, my thighs. “I want to kiss every inch of your skin, from your toe to the back of your ears, to your lovely little head.”

He covers one nipple with his mouth, trailing his tongue over the peak.

“Oh, please.” Damn the dress. Who cares? Who cares about anything but this?

He runs his tongue over my other nipple, stroking his fingers up my sides, over my ribcage.

I arch my spine.

His teeth skim my ear, tugging my earlobe.

The tips of my breasts throb as he tweaks them between his thumb and forefinger. My blood is like a scalding fire in my veins.

His lips continue torturing me, relentless, hot, wet, covering my skin, tasting, nipping, teeth grazing. A haze of pleasure envelops me, every feeling in me exponential. He presses his lips against my clit, then takes it between them and gently suckles as he fills me with two fingers.

I can sense the way he needs this. The way he needs me. He nearly lost me. He nearly lost me twice—and forever. His eyes have been haunted, as if he’s sometimes taken to that moment when he must’ve found me. Unconscious and almost gone to him.

I don’t know if this has been harder for him, or for me, but I never want us to go through something like that again. And by the determination I see in his face when he looks at me, neither does he.

“Jesus, you ready, baby?” He stands and unzips his pants, and I watch his cock spring free. Pulsing and pink, ready for me. Eager for me.

No condom tonight. Every inch of him will be inside me.

Quivering, I sit up on the bed, my voice unsteady. “Don’t make me wait this time, Greyson. I really crave and need—”

He presses a finger to quiet me, and I’m so starved, I suck it into my mouth.

Eyes smoldering, he watches me run my tongue up the length of his finger. “Hungry? Suck then,” he thickly commands.

“Make me,” I breathe.

He pushes his finger inside; making me. “That’s right,” he cooes with a soft smile, rubbing my tongue with his finger. “Your pleasure and need is mine to use and stir and mix until you’re a f*cking beautiful mess. My wet mess.”

I’m hot enough to burst into cinders as I suck and I bite and nibble, tasting his delicious skin. As he slowly retrieves his lips, he lowers his head, the copper streaks in his hair shining in the lights as he comes closer.

Then my lips are under his, my mouth is his, my breath is his as I tilt my head back and melt into the fiercest, most delicious kiss I’ve ever had. Teeth nipping, biting, and then . . . our tongues.

His chest is warm, hard velvet under my fingers. Ripples of pleasure flow through me as his hands rub their way down to my bottom. My mouth throbs from his bites and I bite back, giving as hard as I take.

He spreads me out on the soft mattress beneath me, then he reaches between us and rubs his thumb over my sex. Moaning deep in my throat, I can hardly stand it as he slides down my body and kisses my * lips, lifting his head to look at me for a wild, frenzied heartbeat, his eyes shining like gemstones, then he bends down again and kisses my * some more.

“Stop me if anything hurts.”

“My * hurts,” I groan, locking his face between my thighs as I writhe from the intense pleasure. “My * hurts for you.”

“That’s all right, gorgeous, I’ve got just what you need.” He pushes his long finger inside me. I clench and almost can’t keep from coming.

He notices how close I am, my hands grabbing a fistful of sheets, and he surges forward and kisses me on the mouth, tasting of me. “Your smell, when you’re hot for me, intoxicates me. And you’re always hot for me, aren’t you?”

I can hear the heat in his words, his voice carrying a unique, but gentle force. “Yes,” I pant.

His deliciously hot kisses are driving me insane. Love, lust, need courses through me as he brushes his lips over my eyelids. “I want these lively green eyes, Melanie. I need these on me right now . . . when I’m in you. Just you and me.”

He’s on top of me, bare skin to bare skin, with only the necklace like some mark of his resting between my breasts. He smiles; he likes it. He watches me as he cups my nipples in his hands and I tease his nipples with my hands, one pierced, the other bare. Both of mine pucker for him. He groans when he looks at them and takes one in his mouth like something precious. He sucks so hard, my sex clenches around his finger.

I moan and rub my hands over his skin. “Ohhh.” I reach out to stroke his erection; he’s leaking and hard as rock for me. “Oh, god, here you are,” I breathe.