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I grip the sleeves of my jacket and start shrugging out of it before he takes over. His hands find the hem of my sweater dress and tug it up my body. I relinquish my hold on his neck and lift my arms so he can remove my outfit. I shiver when the cold air hits my flesh, giving me goose bumps. His hot palms grip the sides of my body, searing my skin and stoking the need inside me. His mouth dominates mine.
“Take this off.” I pluck at his Henley.
He reaches down with both arms and yanks that sucker over his head so quickly and so pornographically, it would be funny if it weren’t so mouth-wateringly hot.
A hand to the side of my neck, he yanks me toward him. I brace on his sculpted chest before caving to fit him as he leaves a fire trail of kisses that moves from my ear to my jaw to my collarbone. Everywhere he touches me sparks an insatiable hunger.
He bites the plump flesh above my bra line, sucks it into his mouth. It stings but I love the way he marks me. I love the reminders that I belong here. With him. Belonging is a big deal when you’ve spent most of your life feeling like you don’t.
He hooks a finger inside one cup and tugs it down before moving onto the other. His thumb circles my areola, and I whimper as my nipples pull taut. He leans down and sucks one between his teeth. Laps at it with his tongue. I arch into his mouth, my arms wrapped around his head as I cry out. It feels so good.
I’m impatient now. Needy. I feel hollow without him, achy. There’s an itch inside me that only he can cure. An emptiness that only he can fill. I fumble with the brown leather and buckle at his hips. He takes over the removal of his pants and kicks off his Vans. They join his shirt and my dress. So do my boots.
We stare at each other for a moment. Him in his boxer briefs, me in my panties. Are we really going to do this? Am I ready? The question is stupid. We’re all over each other all the time and yet, having sex, having him inside me for the first time feels way more intimate and important.
Should it feel this big a deal?
His chest rises and falls with each deep breath he takes.
My heart rate kicks up as he lays me down on the rug on the tree house floor.
He leans over me and captures my mouth in a searing kiss. His big hand leaves a trail of sparkles as he smoothes it down my torso to the inside of my thigh.
I moan into his mouth as his fingers trace my seam through my panties and circle my clit. I arch to the consistent spiral of pleasure building with each teasing swipe. I need more than this.
“My panties,” I gasp as I writhe under his touch.
“What about them?” His voice is husky and rich, the slight hint of command to it has me wanting to unravel.
“Take them oh…oh…” I cry out when he nudges the silk to the side and pushes a finger inside me. He strokes that sensitive spot that always gives me the most intense orgasms. I don’t know how he does that. He must be a sexual wizard. Everything he does is magic.
“What was that?” He smirks. He knows exactly how to play my body and make me lose my mind.
“Take them off,” I whine. My orgasm is building and this is not how I want it to go down.
His thumb pauses right on the precipice of my climax. He keeps the pressure on my clit though, like he’s waiting for it to ebb so he can go back to teasing me.
“Take them off,” I insist, shoving at the purple silk and wriggling my hips.
He growls. It’s the only warning I get before my panties are a mess of broken strings in his hand. The sting from where my body forced its way through the material disappears when his tongue soothes the skin at my hips and between my thighs.
My vision swims.
I gasp when his tongue divides my seam and penetrates me. He said every day and it’s a promise he’s stuck with. His hands bracket my hips and lift me to his mouth.
He takes me high.
Higher still.
Each lap of his tongue drives me closer to the brink.
“Rogue. Oh, God… Rogue, please.” I don’t know what I’m begging for anymore. For him to make me come. Or for him to stop so that I can climb onto his cock and feel what it’s like to completely and utterly be his. I am always going to be in love with him. There is nothing I can do to change that now.
He stops once again.
I want to scream. Instead I hit the floor with my closed hand. How could I ever think that I could protect my heart from him? I couldn’t restrain the way I feel about him any more than I can limit what’s happening outside of this tree house. I couldn’t stop myself from falling for him. Loving him.
“How do you want to come, baby?” he asks as he pushes two fingers inside me. Stretching me in a way I’m used to now, scissoring his digits to open me up more before leaving me on edge yet again. Crawling over me, he says, “Open up. Taste yourself.”
