by Leigh, Lora
It wasn’t to enjoy how the moonlight made her eyes appear more violet, or how her skin glistened in the shimmering rays. Hell. He was turning fucking poetic. Son of a bitch, he wanted to fuck her until his balls felt on fire from the need. There, that wasn’t the least bit poetic.
Shit.
He was reaching for her. He wasn’t even aware he was reaching for her until his hand was curving around her neck.
Control. He’d always known control, he’d always known his own sense of self and how to rein in the needs, the hungers that tempted him.
Until Rogue.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” His hand flexed against her nape, his fingertips stroking the soft flesh he found there.
“Hurt me?” Her head tilted, her neck curving into his grip as that smile tempted him. “Are you afraid of breaking my heart, Zeke?” There was a hint of amusement in her voice now. “Or your own?”
His hand tightened on her nape.
“I want you to leave Somerset.” His voice was harder than he had intended, a strange, burning anger rising inside him as she stared back at him, composed, her lips tilted into that mocking grin as her eyes gleamed with anger.
“You want me to leave Somerset.” Her neck flexed beneath his hold as a light, scoffing little laugh left her lips. “Now why doesn’t that surprise me? What’s wrong, Zeke, can’t the big, bad sheriff handle the hard-on he’s packing in his jeans for the town whore?” She leaned closer. “Or is that the problem? It’s just for the town whore?”
Fury flashed through him. “Call yourself that again, Rogue, and I might show you exactly why I keep trying to protect you. You don’t want to push that limit.”
Her smile was as old as time itself, as knowing as pure erotic sin.
He sat still as she moved. As she slid over him like satin silk, those leather legs straddling his thighs, the damp heat of her pussy settling over the denim-covered length of his tortured cock.
“I’d say bwok-bwok, but I think you need a more direct approach.” She breathed against his lips. “I have no fear, Sheriff, because you know what I know?”
His hands slid to her hips; his fingers pressed into the leather-covered flesh.
“What do you think you know?”
“I know,” she crooned, “the big, bad sheriff is all talk and no action. Sheriff Mayes, you’re chicken. One big hard-on-packing coward when it comes to something more than a quick little fuck in the dark. You don’t have the guts to give more of yourself than that, and we both know it.”
FOURTEEN
A hard-on-packing coward!
His hand slid to her neck, then into her hair. His fingers fisted into the curls and the dominance inside him broke loose. He lost control, and for the first time in his life he didn’t even attempt to pull it back or attempt to soften it.
A hard smile pulled at his lips instead.
“Remember, Rogue, you made the dare.”
“It wasn’t a dare. It’s the truth,” she charged relentlessly. “What’s wrong, Zeke, afraid I don’t tame as easily as your other women?”
He hoped to hell she didn’t, because he was damned if tame was what he wanted.
Her head tipped back as he pulled at her hair, a firm tug that tilted her chin and placed her lips in the perfect position for his kiss.
Fighting his needs had never been so hard.
“Taming you isn’t what I had in mind,” he growled, his head lowering, his body tight as he fought not to take what he wanted.
“Taming me is impossible.” She nipped his lips; she broke his control.
He couldn’t fight it, hungers hidden for so many years and the force of his lust slammed inside him, rocking him to his core.
The taste of her lips beneath his was imperative at this point. Silken soft and meeting him hunger for hunger, Rogue lifted against him, her arms wrapping around his neck, her fingers digging into his scalp.
This was what he craved.
His hand fisted in her hair to pull her head back further, his senses gloried in her moan as her kiss became hotter, wilder.
Hell, he hadn’t fucked in a vehicle since he was sixteen years old, but the thought of not touching her for the length of time it would take to get to his home, or her apartment, was abhorrent.
Taking the edge off the lust thundering through his veins was imperative.
Touching as much of her as possible was an addiction, an instinct that he couldn’t deny any longer.
Shoving her skirt to her hips, his hands gripped her ass, moving her, forcing her to ride the hard ridge of his cock as it pressed against her hot pussy.
He knew her taste. He knew the tight grip of her around his cock. He knew he would never get enough of her.
Rogue clenched her thighs around Zeke’s, heard her own fragile cry as it echoed around her. Nothing mattered but Zeke’s touch.
Arching her back, she pressed closer to his body, feeling his erection press tighter between her thighs. The blood was thundering through her veins as she rubbed her clit against his denim-covered cock. The tight knot of nerves was agonizingly sensitive, radiating with sensation.
“Beautiful girl,” he growled as his lips pulled back before he nipped at her lips. “Beautiful, sweet Rogue.”
Rough, dark with lust, his voice stroked over her senses and left her shuddering with the needs rising inside her. His hands gripped the bare flesh of her rear, guided her movements as she rocked over him.
She needed more. Needed him inside her, stretching her, filling her.
“Patience, baby,” he crooned, his teeth raking over her neck as she panted for breath.
If he didn’t do something soon, if he didn’t ease the agony rising inside her, then she was going to end up screaming in need.
She wasn’t used to this yet. The hunger and the need. It was unfamiliar, it was lightning sizzling across her flesh and striking at the tight bud of her clit.
“Patience isn’t my name,” she groaned, her hands gripping the edges of his shirt and pulling.
Buttons flew, popped out of their moorings, and the material parted, revealing the warm, hair-spattered planes of his broad chest.
This was what she needed. Arching her back Rogue pressed her hands into his chest, feeling the muscles tighten, flex.
She was drunk on him. The taste of him on her lips, his hard body against hers, it was more intoxicating than whisky.
“There, sweetheart.” His voice wrapped around her, another caress, a stroke of sound that had her shivering as his fingertips stroked the cleft of her butt.
Oh God, how was she supposed to ever deny herself this? She needed him. She needed this. The only way a woman could ever hold this man. With her body. She would worry about holding his heart later, for now, nothing mattered but his touch.
His fingers gripped the cheeks of her ass, parted them farther, and sent a shard of sensation tugging at the forbidden entrance to her lower body. She could feel the juices easing from her pussy as she writhed against him, trying to press closer to his erection.
“I need you,” she cried breathlessly, struggling as his hands moved from her ass to her hips. “Now, Zeke. Take me now.”
A low, wicked chuckle met her demand, and a second later she felt his palm caress over her bare ass before it lifted, then fell in a heated little slap that sent heated pleasure tearing through her.
Her clit throbbed, her pussy clenched in need.
“More,” she demanded.
She wanted to feel it again.
Zeke tensed against her.
“Like that, do you, baby?” His hand fell again, the heat burned hotter.
Her hips rolled, thighs clenched. Tipping her head back, she fought to breathe as his hand landed again, then again, stroking the burn beginning to bloom in her ass.
“What are you doing to me?” She couldn’t catch her breath; she couldn’t fight against the lust that continued to build inside her.
No, it wasn’t just lust. It was something deeper, some
thing hotter.
“Everything.” One hand tangled in her hair holding her in place as his lips descended again, stealing hers.
He didn’t ask for the kiss; he owned it, just as he owned her response. His tongue slid inside, stroking against hers, thrusting between her lips as his hips lifted, pressing his cock tighter against her sex. His hips rolled, thrust. His tongue stroked and plunged as he moved, turning her as he lifted his own body and bearing her down along the bench seat, coming over her, surrounding her.
It was wicked and erotic. Moonlight spilled into the cab of the truck as she felt her panties being ripped away from her body.
A second later the corset she wore over the silk blouse fell away and the buttons were released on the blouse. The edges spread away from her breasts.
Rogue stared up at Zeke, her breathing hard and heavy. His expression was savagely hewn. The flesh was stretched tight over his cheekbones as his gaze took in the hard rise and fall of her breasts.
As he watched the hard-tipped mounds, his hands went to his belt. Rogue swallowed tightly as the belt was undone, then the snap and the zipper.
“I didn’t bring a condom.” He finally grimaced as he eased the heavy length of his cock free of his jeans.
She stared at the heavily veined flesh. The crest was dark and flushed, a sheen of moisture glistening on it as his big hand stroked the erect flesh.
“You don’t need a condom.” She was protected. And she wanted him like this. She wanted him bare and hot, intimate.
“This is dangerous, baby.” His eyes roved over her possessively, finally falling to her legs. They were splayed over this thighs as he knelt on one knee before her, his other foot braced on the floor of the truck. “I haven’t taken a woman, until you, without a condom since my marriage.”
Rogue licked her lips nervously. Not since his marriage. He hadn’t been like this with another woman. The thought sent a surge of hope, of possessiveness tearing through her when she had promised herself she wouldn’t let either emotion take root inside her.
“That’s okay, I didn’t mind being your first.” She grinned back at him as her palms pressed against his hard abdomen, then slid lower. “Don’t be nervous, Sheriff, I promise it won’t hurt.”
His surprised chuckle had her smile widening as she fought to breathe through the pleasure wrapping around her.
The smile faltered though as his hand suddenly cupped the heated, slick flesh between her thighs. Her back arched. She trembled as his fingertips parted the swollen folds and found the convulsing entrance to her sex.
“Damn, you’re so wet,” he groaned, a flush mantling his cheekbones.
Electric, destructive. Sensation tore through her body, arching her to him as one finger pierced her, pressed inside, and stroked the tender tissue flexing around his finger.
“Oh God, Zeke, don’t tease me,” she cried, her hips twisting against the penetration.
Erotic, blazing heat consumed her.
“I’m not going to tease you,” he crooned. “I’m going to fuck you, Rogue. Is that what you want, sweetheart? My cock stretching that sweet pussy?”
“Duh!” she breathed out hoarsely. “God, Zeke, you’re killing me.”
A tight smile curled his lips as he pulled his finger back, then pressed back, hard and deep as the pad of his palm ground against her clit.
Oh hell, she was going to come apart. She could feel the shudders racing through her, destroying any control she might have thought to have as she felt her juices spilling around his finger.
He pulled back again, retreating fully from her before returning, this time with two fingers. The added sensation had her hand gripping his wrist as she stared up at him, her lips parting as pleasure surged through her.
“Damn, I love watching your face while I touch you,” he breathed out, his voice tight. “Are you ready to come for me, sweetheart?”
Pulsing, ecstatic tremors raced over her flesh as his fingers thrust inside her, twisted, stroked, and sent curling, lightning-sharp spikes of pleasure tearing through her.
She ached, she burned.
“Please.” Her head thrashed against the leather seat. “Zeke, please, I can’t stand this.”
It was too much; it wasn’t enough. Her pussy clenched on his fingers, her clit throbbed. Sensation swirled and struck with brutal pleasure, and more of her silken juices spilled onto Zeke’s fingers as her chest tightened at the emotions tearing through her.
Staring into his eyes, she watched him grimace, watched his gaze become heavy, his expression twisting with emotions she couldn’t decipher. But she saw the pleasure in his eyes. She saw the desperate lust, and she saw a painful need that struck an answering chord inside her.
There was a restlessness in his eyes, a flame that wouldn’t be doused. She knew, because she felt it in her own soul.
“Are you going to fuck me or tease me to death, Sheriff?” she drawled breathlessly, teasingly as she let a hand stroke over his as he gripped the thick stalk of his erection.
Her fingers trailed lower, her thumb caressing over the ultrasensitive head of his cock, and she smiled as it flexed beneath her touch.
“Touch yourself.” His voice hardened. “Stroke your clit. I want to feel you coming against my fingers.”
Her lashes drifted over her eyes as weakening need and pleasure surged hard and fast inside her.
Memories, she reminded herself as her other hand moved slowly, touching her stomach first, then trailing to the sensitive mound of her pussy.
“Yeah,” he breathed out, his voice rasping in his throat. “Let me watch you, Rogue. Show me how you pleasure yourself when you think of me.”
“So certain I’m thinking of you?” she questioned a second before her breath caught.
His fingers pushed inside her, thrusting hard and deep as her fingers glanced over her clit.
“I know you think of me,” he stated harshly. “I know, Rogue, because I think of you. When I’m alone in my bed jacking off, it’s your face I see, your touch I feel.”
Her sex spasmed, her womb clenched, the surge of sensation like a punch of pleasure to her system. The explicit words were sexier, more erotic than she had ever imagined they would be.
“Damn, look how sweet,” he crooned as she stroked her clit. “You make my mouth water for a taste of your sweet pussy, Rogue. You make me ache for it.”
“Then take it.” Her thumb stroked over the head of his cock as she felt a small bead of dampness form there. “Take me, Zeke. Don’t you know I belong to you?”
She couldn’t hide from him. She couldn’t stop the words from spilling from her lips. She did belong to him. Just as in her heart, he belonged to her as well.
“Damn you.” He came over her, his big body blotting out the light of the moon.
His lips caught one tight, hard nipple between them and sucked it into his mouth as he tucked the head of his cock against her entrance. One hand gripped her hip, the other brushed her fingers away before he caught her wrist and drew it over her head.
Holding her hand to the seat he pushed his other hand beneath her rear, lifted her, and surged inside.
Heat slammed through her vagina. A stroke of pure, carnal sensation burned through her body as she arched her back and cried out his name.
She was stretching for him; brutal pleasure was whipping through the nerve endings just under the flesh that surrounded the thick flesh he had pushed into her.
Pulling back, he paused, his tongue lashing at her nipple before he heaved inside her, pushing deeper, stretching her farther.
Rogue felt the fingers of her free hand latch onto the side of the seat, nails digging into the leather as she wrapped her legs around his back and lifted closer. She wanted all of him inside her. She wanted to hold him there for eternity and never know a moment that he didn’t fill her.
She wanted him just like this, out of control, surging inside her hard and fast, his breath as broken and choppy as her own. It was different than it ha
d been last night. This time, it was stronger, the passion and the hunger ran deeper, more imperative than it had that first time.
It was what she needed. What she wanted. Rougher, harder, a man taking his woman. Making her his.
“Hold on to me,” he snarled, lifting his head from her breast, his brown eyes glittering with desperate, raging hunger before his head lowered to the other nipple. “Hold me, Rogue.”
His lips covered the tight peak, sucked it in, sending pulses of ecstatic pleasure racing from her nipple to her clit and beyond. Flames were burning across her flesh; her chest was tight, not just with the pleasure, but with something that went much deeper, that tied her emotions into knots and assured her there was no escaping this need for a man that seemed to almost regret his hunger for her.
“Hold me, Rogue.” It was an order, it wasn’t a request.
Hold him. She needed to hold him. He released her wrist as she loosened her fingers from the seat. Both arms wrapped around him as he slid one hand beneath her rear, his fingers tucking into the cleft there to find the ultrasensitive little portal they hid.
Rogue was flying on sensation. Breath suspended, every muscle tight, clenching in pleasure as he began to fuck her with deep, hard strokes.
His fingers caressed her rear entrance. He drew the moisture from her pussy back, rubbed against the sensitive opening, and sent her senses spinning.
His hips moved faster, harder. His fingers caressed, pressed, eased the nerve endings at her rear, and then pressed inside her, opening her, stretching her as she felt the world explode and dissolve around her.
The orgasm, when it hit, was like a cataclysm. It raced through her, shattered her with sensation and then with emotion as he cried her name, buried his face in her neck, and began to ejaculate, hot and fierce inside the tight grip of her body.
She felt him, the pulse and throb of his erection, the wet heat of his release, and the fierce kiss he laid at the bend of her shoulder.
She felt him holding her, felt him surrounding her, his arms tight, his muscles clenched, his erection jerking inside her.
