The Bride Goes Rogue (The Fifth Avenue Rebels #3)(81)

Pushing on his shoulder, she got him flat on his back and stretched out on the mattress, his hard cock resting on his belly. She’d taken him in her mouth only a handful of times, but she loved the way he’d responded to it, with a combination of surprise and savagery. Like he couldn’t believe she was sucking him and he’d die if she stopped.

She untwisted the simple knot holding her long hair up, letting the strands fall around her shoulders, and leaned down to press kisses along his sternum. His hands threaded her hair as he moaned. “Christ, Kat,” he whispered. “You’re so beautiful.”

His skin was warm and rough, the light coating of dark hair along his stomach tickling her nose. Then she reached his erection, the head swollen and smooth, with a glistening drop of moisture waiting at the tip. With a flick of her tongue she captured it, and he gasped. “Fuck. Do that again.”

She licked him again, pressing harder this time, and he jerked, nearly levitating off the bed. “All of it, reinette,” he growled. “Take all of it in your mouth.”

He was demanding in bed, but she liked that about him. There was no fumbling or guesswork, and she loved driving him wild. So she opened her lips and engulfed the head, letting him feel the tight heat of her mouth. His hips rocked slightly, like he couldn’t help himself, and she swallowed more of him.

“Oh, God. That’s so good. Keep going.”

The urge to tease him resurfaced and she pulled off, letting go of him with a pop. He huffed in frustration, so she clasped the base of his erection and gave him a long lick. “Patience, my king.”

He chuckled softly. “You’re killing me.”

She took her time, using her mouth on every steely inch of him, going over him with her tongue, memorizing him. If this was their last encounter, she would use it to her advantage, build memories for years to come. She explored and mapped, even licking the heavy sac between his legs. By the time she took his cock in her mouth again, his thighs were shaking.

His fingers clasped the sides of her head, guiding her to move faster, then he jerked out of her mouth without warning. Confused, she looked up at him. His eyes were nearly opaque, glittering and dark with lust. “Get on your back. I need you. Right now.”





Chapter Twenty-Four




Something had changed between them tonight.

Preston could sense a restless desperation, one much different from the fervor of previous encounters, and Katherine hadn’t smiled once. She was normally so playful, so responsive in bed, but she seemed serious this time. Dedicated to her task like she was being graded on it.

As she moved to lie on her back, he forced himself to drag in a deep breath and calm down. With her mouth on his cock, he’d been perilously close to coming—and he didn’t want to rush this. Instead, he needed to take his time and shower her with attention, slow down to capture her every sigh and moan. He wanted to spend hours worshiping her, a penance they would both enjoy.

Exhaling, he leaned over and brushed his knuckles along the side of her breast. “Does this mean you’ve forgiven me?”

Instead of answering, her hand slid down his stomach to grasp his cock in a rough stroke. “I need you, Preston.”

Pleasure punched along his shaft, through his balls and wrapped around his thighs. “Damn it, Kat. You’re going to make me come too soon.”

Bending, he began lavishing attention on her breasts, sucking on her nipples until they were swollen and she was writhing beneath him. Then he kissed his way up her chest, along the side of her neck, her jaw. She continued rubbing his erection with a distracted hand, which was both a relief and incredibly frustrating.

“Part your thighs,” he whispered against her mouth. “Let me feel you.”

Her legs widened and his fingers skimmed her folds. The skin was slick, her arousal scenting the air between them, and desire tightened like a fist in his lower back. “Ah, yes. Feel how wet you are. Christ, sweetheart.”

She rose up and sealed her mouth to his, her lips soft as they moved, drugging him with her sweetness, and he couldn’t get enough. Circling her clit with two fingers, he slanted his lips over hers again and again, their breath mingling while their tongues tangled.

Her fingernails dug into his arms and her hips chased his touch. She broke off from his mouth on a long moan. “Please. God, please now.”

He couldn’t take it any longer.

Shifting between her legs, he angled his erection toward her entrance and began guiding himself in, staring at her the entire time. Katherine had never been more gorgeous, with her swollen lips and flushed skin. He loved this first part, when he slid into her wet heat and her eyes fluttered like she was overcome by the sheer bliss.

Suddenly, he froze. “Kat, I don’t have a shield. I never keep them here and—”

“It’s fine.” She dragged him closer. “Just pull out before you finish. Don’t stop.”

Jesus, this was stupid. He never had intercourse without a shield. But this was what Katherine did to him. She unraveled him, altered his plans and obliterated all his good sense.

He needed to savor this, to enter her slowly, but her channel burned his skin while bathing his cock in slick warmth, and sweat gathered on his skin. It was the best kind of torture. His body screamed for him to thrust, to take, but he fought it, his teeth clenched in blissful agony.