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“Come on, baby. We passed this point. ” His voice was rough, deep, a rasp of black velvet across her raw senses.
“I’m fine. ” Her hands knotted in the material of the shirt as she felt the flesh between her thighs heating further, dampening.
And her breasts. They felt heavy, swollen, her nipples almost painful with their sensitivity.
“I don’t think I can sleep with you, Rowdy. ” She fought to keep her breathing under control. “I don’t know if I can stand it. ”
He didn’t argue with her. He stepped over to the bed and pulled back the blankets before staring back at her.
“I’d never hurt you,” he whispered. “Come on, get into bed. Surely you’re not going to let something like a hard-on scare you off,
Kelly. ”
That wasn’t just a hard-on. It was Rowdy’s hard-on, and she was dying for it with the same intensity that she was terrified of it. Not because she was afraid he would hurt her, but because she was afraid of her own emotions, her own desires.
But when he extended his hand to her, she was helpless. Flushed, uncertain, she moved to the bed, crawling into it stiffly and lying down as he moved in beside her and reached over to turn out the small bed lamp.
And there he was, lying on his side beside her as she stared up at the ceiling, fighting to keep from touching him, from begging him to touch her.
“I told Dad I came back for you, Kelly. ”
Her gaze flew to his eyes, barely making out the glittering depths in the darkness of the room as she felt his hand move, felt it as it moved gently to her stomach.
“Rowdy…” She couldn’t breathe. His hands was like a flame through the material of the shirt she wore, pressing against her stomach as she felt her womb spasm with need.
“It’s nice and dark,” he whispered then. “Like a sweet, warm dream. Your dream, Kelly. What would you do in your dreams? What would I do to you?”
She couldn’t help the tiny moan that fell from her lips. She had many, many dreams of what she wanted Rowdy to do to her, with her. The things she would do to him, if she only knew how.
“This is dangerous. ” Her voice sounded strangled in the darkness around them as her hand gripped his wrist.
“Do you trust me?” The question had her breath catching on a sob.
“With my life,” she answered readily. And she did.
“Trust me to touch you. To bring you pleasure, Kelly. Let me touch you. ”
His hand moved, his fingers bunching in the shirt to drag it over her stomach.
“They’ll hear me. ” Her hands clenched harder around his wrist. “You don’t know what you do to me, Rowdy. You can’t understand—”
“Do you know what I want to do to those pretty breasts?” He shocked her to silence again. “I want to take this shirt off you, Kelly. I want to bare them and touch your hard little nipples with my fingers, then with my mouth. I want to show you how good just a touch can be. ”
The material of her shirt began to rise as she tried to draw enough oxygen into her lungs to protect the incredible sensuality of his statement.
“But you might get loud,” he whispered with a thread of amusement. “And I think I’d like you loud, Kelly. I want to hear you screaming in pleasure, begging me for more and more until you know you can’t take more, but you want it anyway. And that’s when you need a harder touch, more sensation. That’s when pleasure becomes almost painful and when the pain becomes ecstasy. ”
She shuddered as his hand moved against bare flesh and the shirt rasped over her hard nipples as he drew it slowly from her.
“Excellent,” he crooned. “I’m going to get you naked before the night’s out, baby. I’m going to hold you against me and feel the sweet, sleek warmth of your body. Would you like that?”
His hand cupped the hard swell of her breast as her breath rocked from her body and she arched, jerking against the touch as a million sensations began to riot through her.
She had to bite her lip to keep from crying out.
“How pretty,” he sighed, looming over her, his gaze on her face despite the warmth of his fingers caressing the globe of her breast. “What will you do when I get my fingers on those tight little nipples? Or my mouth between your soft thighs?”
“Rowdy, please”—her voice was a breath of sound as she shuddered beneath him—“I don’t know…”
