Page 43 of Along Came a Rogue

With a soft whimper, she closed her eyes, placed her hands on her knees, and pushed, spreading herself wide to his hot gaze.

A masculine groan of satisfaction filled the tiny compartment, the deep sound rumbling through her straight down to her aching core. The cool air tickled against her bare womanhood, exposed in the muted sunlight filtering in through the curtains, but her skin prickled with heat. Not daring to move until he’d looked his fill of her, she took soft, shallow pants of breath as her frenzied heart raced, and as she waited in sweet anticipation for the next command, she prayed he liked what he saw.

“Dear God, you’re beautiful…” Then, so softly she almost missed it, “Touch yourself.”

Her eyes flew open.

He leaned forward in his seat, his elbows over his knees as he stared at her with the greedy hunger of a starving man. Desire gleamed in the chocolate depths of his eyes, with so much arousal pulsing through him that his erection prominently tented his trousers. Emily shivered with her own growing need. This wasn’t the patient tenderness with which he made love to her last night; this was raw, primal, predatory. The feast he’d promised to make of her. And all of her shook with the desire to be devoured.

“Touch yourself, Emily,” he repeated with an intensity that swirled down her spine. “I want to watch you pleasure yourself.”

She froze. Had the game gone too far? In fact, were they still playing games? She was torn between knowing she should stop before she crossed a line from which she might never be able to retreat, and the wicked desire to seduce him without laying a finger on him.

A soft sigh fell from her trembling lips, and she slipped her hand down between her thighs.

He didn’t make a sound as he watched her brush her fingertips through the curls guarding her womanhood, his attention rapt on her seeking fingers. She felt deliciously wanton, brazen, and wholly unashamed beneath his intense gaze. Oh, sweet heavens—she felt alive!

Closing her eyes, she leaned back against the squabs with her legs spread as wide as the narrow carriage allowed, then she stroked her fingers down into her cleft and across her hot folds, to touch herself the way he wanted. To explore herself as she’d never dared do before, not even alone in her bath.

He groaned, the sound as close as if he were leaning over her on the seat, yet she couldn’t bear to open her eyes to look at him. “You have no idea how delectable you are,” he whispered, his deep purr swirling through her head and increasing the rapid tattoo of her pulse, “how innocently seductive…how many times in the past two days I’ve fantasized about watching you do exactly this.”

Emboldened by his words, she mimicked the way he caressed her last night, with teasing little swirls and strokes against her folds. An animal-like groan tore from him, and the primal sound aroused her to a throbbing frenzy. She’d never heard a man groan with desire like that before, never with so much raw passion and unbearable need. And he wasn’t even touching her!

Exciting her to gasping shivers, the thrilling desire that pulsed through her now drove her to find the same release he’d given her last night. She abandoned herself to the throbbing ache beneath her fingertips and sank her fingers deep into her wet softness just as he had done, to caress herself, explore, arouse…She whimpered plaintively, reaching the edge of release but unable to plunge over the cliff without him.

“Kiss me,” she ordered, her voice a throaty plea of desperate need and unbridled arousal. “Now—I need to be kissed.”

His mouth captured hers, hard and demanding and greedy, and he shoved his tongue between her lips to claim both the kiss and all of her as his. He continued to thrust his tongue deep inside her mouth, to taste and plunder, even as he lowered himself slowly to the floor between her thighs. Tearing his mouth away from hers, he nibbled his way down her front, over her breasts and belly, to place a tender kiss on the inside of her bare thigh.

Her eyes flew open. “What—” Her hands gripped his shoulders. “What are you doing?”

“Exactly as you commanded,” he murmured wickedly against her flesh as he turned his head to reverently place a delicate kiss on her other thigh. “I am kissing you.”

She squirmed, her heated body yearning to have his mouth on her. But surely, he couldn’t mean kissing her there—

He licked his tongue against her. There.

“Oh, sweet heavens!” The moan poured from her as her head rolled back in helpless submission.

“It’s your turn,” he breathed devilishly against her, his lips tickling over the throbbing center of her spread thighs, “and I must do as you command.”

Her fingers dug through his thick hair to find some purchase to keep from falling away as the tip of his tongue slowly circled her. Kissing and tasting, licking and nibbling, his mouth was utterly wicked…and oh, so divine! She’d never imagined she could ever feel both as wanton and wonderful as she did at that moment, with her body writhing shamelessly against his lips.

He nibbled down her cleft, only to drag a long lick back up the length of her to the pulsating nub— She gasped at the electrifying jolt of pleasure as his lips grazed against the sensitive point, her legs slamming closed against his shoulders but for his hands on her inner thighs, torturously holding her open wide to his greedy mouth.

“You taste heavenly,” he murmured against her. “So sweet and delicious…and all mine.”

She gasped as his tongue plunged deep to invade her body, then moaned as he thrust in and out of her in a quick, stabbing motion that left her lungs breathless and her sex quivering against his mouth.

“Grey,” she begged, uncertain if she was pleading for him to stop or to keep fanning the ache inside her.

He laughed at her confusion, and the deep sound rumbled tantalizingly against her womanhood. What a wicked, wicked game he’d picked! That even when he was losing he was winning. She was helpless against him, shuddering and weak. And hotly craving more.

She whimpered as a primal yearning spilled through her, and she lifted her hips to force his mouth even harder against her, his tongue even deeper. So close, so very close to release…but he expertly kept her dangling at the cliff’s edge without letting her plunge over.

“My turn again,” he rasped. “Do as I command, brat.”

“Yes—anything! Anything you want,” she whined helplessly as he placed one last, impossibly tender kiss against her throbbing center.