Page 48 of Rogue Lyon

As his mouth found hers, he delved between her legs.

She was damp, aroused, and a moan tore from her throat when he touched her where she needed it most.

He groaned too, as though he’d needed it as much as her, and she clung to him and parted her legs so he could explore deeper.

He took the invitation and his fingertips crept into every crease and fold, spreading her arousal and making her pant for more.

When he entered her, one thick finger, she gasped and stared into his eyes.

“How does that feel?” he asked.

“Good. Yes. Good.” She nodded. “I want more. I want that feeling you—”

“I know what you want and what you need.” He pushed higher and the heel of his hand caught on her most sensitive bud.

“Oh!” She clamped around him and bucked to increase the pressure.

“Damn, you’re so wonderfully responsive,” he muttered as he started up a steady in-out rhythm that touched all of her special places.

Meredith was lost to it, utterly bewitched by his touch. Her heart pounded and her toes curled. Soon, she’d reach the pinnacle, she was sure of it. Her nipples ached, they were so tight, and her breaths were fast, little gasps.

“Give into it,” he said against her lips. “Let it take you.”

She closed her eyes, and like last time, he drew her release from her with speed and skill. Bucking for more and gasping his name, bliss poured through her body. He wasn’t gentle; he wasn’t rough. He gave it to her just right.

More arousal gushed from her and she called out his name. Her thighs trembled and her fingernails dug into his skin.

“Heaven help me, you’re amazing.” He caught her mouth in a deep kiss, their tongues tangling and her breaths a frantic storm.

She sagged onto the bed and he withdrew his finger from her.

“Jules.” She touched his face. “I…”

He smiled. “You and I were meant for this…together.”

She believed him. How could something that felt so good ever be wrong?

“And you.” She slipped her fingers from his sternum to the waist of his pants. “You need to release.”

“We have all night for that.”

“But you should, now that I have.”

“Men are not as capable of releasing over and over. A fact for which I am quite jealous of women.”

“Really?” She raised her eyebrows.

“Really.” He shoved at his pants, the mattress shifting as he kicked them roughly away.

Through the shadows, she saw his erect penis and was instantly drawn to touch it.

Like before, his flesh was satin over steel when she wrapped her hand around his length.

He moaned and let his head flop onto the pillow, eyes closing.

“Like this?” she murmured against his cheek as she rolled onto her side. She was damp between her thighs but ignored it.

“Yes, like that, more like that.”