Rogue (Dead Man's Ink, #2)(16)

“I know you won’t force me,” she says, sighing. “Oh god…” She closes her eyes altogether.

“Open your legs for me, sugar.”

“No, I—” I begin to pull my hand away, ready to back the hell off, but she locks her legs together even tighter. “How about…a trade?” she asks.

“I’m not very good at compromising.”

“So I’ve gathered.”

“So what do you want to trade?”

“I’ll open my legs…if you let me out of here. I want free roam of the compound. Whenever I want.”

“No. Not happening.” There’s just no f*cking way. I tug my hand back, trying to free myself, but she’s got a pretty damn good hold on me.

“You said it yourself, Rebel. I’m safe here. What could be the harm?”

“You’re even more safe in this cabin, sugar.”

She gives me a look that I’m sure caused her daddy to melt like butter whenever she wanted something she knew she wasn’t allowed. She has that look nailed, damn it. Regardless that I’m aware she’s manipulating me, I find myself caving. If she were just in the compound when I knew it was safe, that would surely be okay. A month ago, there’s no way I would even be considering this, but now…now she’s had plenty of time to work her way under my skin, and I’m in some serious trouble. I really cannot believe I’m about to agree to this. “All right. Fine. But only when I’m here. Or Cade.” I don’t know who’s more surprised—me, or her. She blinks at me, owlish, and then smiles.

“Thank you.”

“Show me how grateful you are. Open your legs for me, sugar.”

She doesn’t do it for a second, but then she gradually releases the tension in her legs, freeing my arm. In doing so, she’s given my free rein to proceed at my own pace. Pulling her panties to one side, I carefully dip my fingers into the slick, wet heat of her *. Her face blossoms into an expression of horror when I raise my fingers to my mouth and suck on them.

“Shit no! Don’t. Don’t do that!”

I smirk mercilessly. “Why not?”

“I already told you! I haven’t showered since this morning. I’m gross. I’m—I’m dirty.”

“Oh, sweetheart, you are not dirty. You are f*cking perfect. You * looks, smells and tastes incredible. I’m literally fighting with myself here. I wanna bury my face in there and make you come all over my tongue. It’s driving me insane.”

Sophia’s face loses all color. “You just…can’t, okay? It’s too embarrassing.”

I laugh. “I promise you, sugar, one day very soon you’re gonna be begging me to light you up with my tongue. You’re gonna crave it more than air. In the meantime, fine. I’ll just use my fingers instead.”

She looks like she wants to argue with that too, but I slide my fingers inside her before she can get another word out, and the look of sheer pleasure on her face has me fist pumping on the inside. She’s so responsive. She reacts to my every tiny movement. She doesn’t know it yet, but she’s the perfect sexual partner for me. I love to know how the girl I’m f*cking is feeling; making a woman moan is the most basic but greatest pleasure in my life. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Sophia moans for me even as I’m thinking this. Her breath catches in her throat, telling me that I’ve hit the right spot.

I wonder what she’d do if I did try and make her come properly right now. She’d be freaked out, no doubt. It’s not a normal sensation for a woman. She’ll feel like she’s about to pee everywhere and that will shut her down instantly. No. We’ll have to wait on that one. If I get my way, which I definitely intend on doing, then there will be plenty of other times to adventure into unknown orgasm territory.

Sophia’s muscles spasm as she tries to fight against the sensations rolling over her body. It’s the most amazing thing, watching her wage this kind of war with herself. It’s a war she won’t win, because no matter how angry it makes her, and how badly it makes her feel like she’s losing something somehow, she wants me. She wants my fingers inside her, and she wants my tongue working over her clit.

It’s not long before my own wants start to make themselves known. I want to f*ck her. I shouldn’t even be thinking about that—I’m in no position to be undertaking that sort of physical exertion—but sometimes the human body can shock and amaze. Or rather, be annoyingly stubborn and persistent until it gets what it wants. I could make Sophia come now if I wanted to. It wouldn’t take much. She’s ready to tumble over the edge, and all it would take from me is a little extra pressure, and a little more speed. I hold off, though. She makes a stifled groaning sound when I stop altogether.

“You want something significantly bigger than my fingers inside you, sugar?” I ask, keeping my voice low. Her * tightens around my fingers, and I know the idea excites her.

“You’re not…sticking anything weird inside me,” she says, her voice hoarse.

I can’t help it; I chuckle under my breath. “Now why would I want to do that when I have a perfectly good, perfectly hard cock ready and waiting?”

Sophia glances at me down the length of her body. Her hair is mussed and gathered about her face, and her lips are plump and swollen…so f*cking sexy. She lifts one eyebrow, arching it for me. “You really do have a death wish, don’t you?”