“She’s nice–and pretty. Really pretty.” Elijah sighed. When neither of the other men said a word, he jerked his head up. “Don’t tell me you two didn’t notice it. Rogue, I’ve seen the women you’ve chosen over the years.” His voice became emphatic. “Lucia Cordova is your ideal–I mean she’s perfect for you. Delicate, feminine–big brown eyes and that body…”
“Did you forget I’m already married?” Rogue asked. Zane mutely nodded as if echoing his sentiment.
A movement behind them drew their attention. Elijah jumped, thinking it would be Lucia. They all turned, but it wasn’t Lucia or Marliss. It was Kit and Rogue knew by the look on her face she’d heard every word they said–and she hadn’t understood.
“Kit, wait!”
Kit ran, coming to find Rogue had been a bad idea. She’d only learned the truth that she always suspected. If Lucia was his ideal woman, that meant she wasn’t–she couldn’t be.
His wife might be swift on her feet, but he had longer legs. Rogue caught her just before she reached the front door. “Let me go,” she pleaded. “I shouldn’t have come.”
“Of course you should have come. You belong here. You belong to me.” Rogue spoke with all the sincerity in the world.
Kit looked into his eyes–not really knowing what she expected to see. What she saw was love. The old saying–‘I can’t believe my eyes’ held true. Really, she didn’t know what to believe. “Please Rogue, let me go. I didn’t mean to intrude. We can talk later.”
“We’ll talk now.” Without asking permission, he picked her up, calling out to Zane as he walked back to the suite he had claimed for his own. “Zane, I’m going to be busy for the next few hours.”
A mumble/grumble from the back let Rogue know his lawyer had heard him. The turmoil from the identity theft and the misunderstanding with Lucia was one thing–important, but not necessary for his existence like Kit was.
“Put me down, Rogue.” She struggled in his arms a bit but he only held her tighter.
“Never.” They continued up the stairs and down the hall.
“Where are we going?”
“This is my house too, I have a room. I’ve never made love to you here, I think it’s time.”
At his blunt announcement, she struggled. “We’re not making love until we talk.”
The way she said it made him realize that sex, in her mind, was not a foregone conclusion. Opening the door to the suite he’d previously occupied, he sat her down. “Deal.” She looked around and found the chair farthest from the bed as possible. Rogue gave a wry exasperated laugh. “I see I have my work cut out for me.”
Kit’s bottom lip trembled. “Rogue, honestly, I don’t know what to think. So much has happened. I was about to just leave, travel around to some auction barns and see if I might find my horse. But I kept remembering everything we’ve been through and I just had to see you.”
Rogue sat down across from her. “I’m so glad you did. I knew I needed to talk to you and I was on my way home as soon as I could break away.”
“I almost left. I didn’t really know what to do.”
He leaned forward, arms on his knees, hands folded, face sincere. “Baby, don’t leave. I haven’t looked at another woman since I found you again. Lucia Cordova is a victim of this identity thief as much as I am. Someone has stolen my information, hacked my accounts and pretended to be me, even to the extent of bringing this innocent woman to the United States in a fake marriage.”
“But why?” She asked, a bit of anguish in her tone. “The motive of an identity thief is usually just to steal or profit.”
Rogue ran his hand through his hair, making it stand up on end. “This person seems more intent on trying to tear up my life, robbing me of my peace of mind. He not only maxed out one credit card, but all three that I have. He, I’m presuming it’s a he, decimated my personal accounts and took out several huge loans in my name. Lone Wolf’s assets were next on his list. Thank God our personal banker started asking questions. He went to Elijah who alerted Zane.”
Kit felt small for asking, but her heart couldn’t help it. “What Elijah said about Lucia being your ideal? I don’t look anything like her.” All of her former insecurities had come rushing back. Next to the Latin beauty, she felt like a plain Midwestern corn-fed nobody.
Rogue shook his head, then went on his knees before her. “Kit, you’re the woman I love. There is nothing about you that is less than perfect in my eyes.” Laying his head in her lap, he bared his soul. “You are my everything. I want no one else. I crave only your touch, your voice. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
A crack formed in the dam of uncertainty in Kit’s heart. She might still have reservations, but she couldn’t deny the fact that she loved this man with all her heart. “I feel the same way, you’re the only one for me.” She touched his hair, laying both hands on his head, cradling him. “I guess it was everything happening at once, so soon after our wedding.” Please don’t hurt me. Please don’t hurt me, she prayed.
“Yes, and everyone in town is warning you about me. Everyone expects me to be like my father.”
The sorrow in his voice hurt Kit. What he said was truer than she liked to admit. “You are you, Rogue. You’re not your father.” She pushed back her fears and vowed to give her husband the benefit of the doubt.
He rubbed his face against her thigh. “I can promise you, I have not looked at, touched or wanted a woman other than you.” He lifted his head for her kiss and she gave it to him. “Forgive me, please.”
“If you’ve done nothing wrong, Rogue. There’s nothing to forgive.”
Rogue wished she sounded more sure. Suddenly, he didn’t want to discuss it anymore. “Let me love you, let me show you what you mean to me in the best way I know how.” If he couldn’t convince her with words, he’d use another method… Standing, he pulled her up and into his embrace.
“But the others…”
“Can wait.” He held her close, rocking her against him.
“I need to freshen up, I’ve been with the horses.”
“You smell like sunshine, but I’ve got an amazing tub in the next room.” With a glint in his eye, he came up with a plan of seduction. “How about I draw you a bath.” He’d never bathed a woman before, but he found the idea exciting. Hell, this woman excited him in every way possible. “Come with me.”
Slowly he led her from the elegant comfortable bedroom adorned in jewel tones to a posh spa-like bathroom. Turning on the tap, he added bath salts and let the water run. It was a deep tub, big enough for two, it would take a while. As they waited in front of a floor to ceiling mirror, he turned her to face him. For long moments, he just stared into her beautiful face, intensely interested in every nuance of her expression–from the vulnerable quiver of her kissable lips to the flutter of the thick dark lashes against her cheek as she cast her eyes down. “Do you want me?”
Her question punched him in the gut, “More than life. Do you want me?”
“All the time,” she whispered.
Her sweet admission lightened the burden he was carrying and dove straight to his cock, the shaft swollen and pounding hard with every beat of his heart. “You are the sexiest woman in the world to me.” With a light touch, he traced his fingers along her smooth cheek, studying her face, trying to put into words how amazing he thought she was. “I love your blue eyes, there are flecks of gold in them that make me feel richer than any amount of money.” He slid his thumb over her lips, letting the pad of his thumb tug her lower lip down so he could see a hint of her small white teeth. “Your kisses are the sweetest I’ve ever tasted.” Dropping his gaze from her face to her body. “You have all the right stuff in all the right places. I look at you and I want to spend every night of the rest of my life with you.” He groaned at the thought. “Wild nights and sultry mornings.” With shaking hands, he began undoing her clothes. His Kit worked hard and her wardrobe was functional. But no matter what she wore–she was the sexiest thing h
e’d ever seen.
Once she was naked, he spent several moments just appreciating what he saw. With a sensual touch, he skimmed a hand up her silky thigh, then around and over a full ripe breast, loving the way she shuddered at his touch. Kit wanted him, her body confirmed her words. Stepping closer, he collared her neck with one hand and rubbed the thumb of his other hand in small circles at her temple. When she turned her cheek into his touch, he felt like he could accomplish anything. And when she kissed his palm, he shivered. “You are so sexy,” he murmured.
“I’m not, not like…”
“Hush.” He covered her mouth with his, kissing any thought of inadequacy right out of her head. “You are everything I want, and I’m not just talking about those lush lips of yours wrapped around my dick.” He kissed her again, tangling his fingers in her hair, wrapping it around his palm. “And I’m certainly not just talking about feeling this beautiful silky sweep of hair tickling my thighs when you ride me or how your pussy tastes on my tongue.” He bent to nuzzle her neck. “Or how those sweet sexy sounds you moan in my ear excite me.” Rogue stole another kiss. “I’m talking about your sweet smile, your quirky sense of humor, your sharp mind and…how happy you make me.”
The thick curtain of her lashes lifted from the shelf of her high cheekbones. Her cheeks bloomed pink and those blue eyes sparkled with tears. “You’re going to make me cry.”
Rogue chuckled. “No, baby, I’m gonna make you scream with pleasure.” Rogue couldn’t keep his hands to himself. “Just look at you.” Like a moth to a flame, his hands were drawn to her small waist. “Oh, what I’m going to do to you, Kit.” His cock throbbed and his pulse pounded as his imagination ran away with him.
Kit began to shake. She knew what Rogue was capable of–the ecstasy he could give her. She felt her nipples swell, reaching out to him. He didn’t ignore them.
“Lord Almighty.” She was gorgeous–bountiful. With great care he covered both generous mounds. He had big hands and her tits were more than a handful. “You are perfect.” This woman was created expressly for him, he had no reservations in that belief. Pressing her breasts together, he lifted them, grazing his thumb along the underside. “One of these days, I’m going to take you here. Straddle you, oil up your tits and slip my cock right here.” He bent and licked a path up her cleavage, all the while rubbing her nipples.
Kit was in heat. She pressed her thighs together, crossing her ankles, aching for relief. Her clit was throbbing and she was so wet. “You make me ache, Rogue.”
She licked her lips, a sight in itself, a sexy slide of pink over pink. “Let me set your mind at rest, Katherine Walker. I will never want another woman. You’re everything I need–my companion, my partner…” He chuckled. “And you’re a little wildcat in bed.” He kissed her hard, his hands still shaping and kneading her breasts. “A man could want nothing more.”
Moving behind her, he began in earnest to play with her breasts. Rogue knew she loved it, and God–so did he. Every sweet sound of appreciation she made caused his cock to twitch until he was just one big throb, so turned on he could hardly see straight.
“Take your clothes off.”
Ah–permission. “Yes, ma’am.” He removed them in short order, his eyes never leaving her. A flush was rising on her creamy skin. Rogue didn’t know if it was because he stared at her so openly or if it was because she was aroused. Maybe both. “I love looking at you. You’re all curves and creamy skin–my woman.” Rogue watched her eyes heat with hunger. Once he was naked, she caught his hand and placed it back on her breast.
“Give me what I need.”
“And what might that be?” he growled the words out.
“Make me feel good. Show me I belong to you. Show me I’m your woman.”
“With pleasure.” The tub was full. He turned off the water, grabbed two towels, then held out his hand so she could step in. With gratitude that she was here with him, he followed her in, sitting behind her, providing her a place to rest her head. “Comfortable?”
“Oh, yes.” She let out a long breath, relaxing. Rogue took a soft cloth, wet it and squirted some fragrant gel in the center. With great attention to detail, he rubbed it against her neck. The warm water felt wonderful against her skin. With gentle strokes, he washed her body. She was not immune, her nipples puckered with need. “I never imagined a man giving me a bath, I never imagined one wanting to.”
“Any man who wouldn’t want to would be seriously missing out.” His soothed the cloth over the tops of her breasts and she bowed her back, giving him more room to work. Rogue inhaled sharply, his cock hard between them. “But I would kill any other man who tried.” He circled her breast with the cloth, then enveloped a nipple in its softness. Giving it a little squeeze, he relished her reaction. She pressed back against him and opened her legs in invitation. Rogue noticed, letting the cloth drift lower.
Looking over her shoulder, she informed him. “Your hand is moving awfully slow, Cowboy.” Desire thrummed in her bloodstream. Her womb contracted with need.
He chuckled, his mouth capturing hers in a passionate kiss. “Nothing gets me hotter than you showing me how much you want me.”
Kit ran her hands over his thighs, loving the hard muscles and the light dusting of hair. “Not even when I touch you?” She could feel him shudder beneath her fingertips. Her reaction mirrored his own as his lips grazed her cheek, then nipped at her bottom lip.
“I burn for you anytime, anyway you love me,” he whispered as he ran his hands over her body, rubbing the soapy bubbles into her skin, then rinsing them with soothing water. Every move was orchestrated, an erotic dance, each stroke overlapping the one before it.
“Like this?” Lithely, she rolled in his embrace until she was lying chest to chest, her feminine parts lined up with his very male counterparts. Placing her arms around his neck, she writhed on top of him, scrubbing her nipples across his chest and her pussy over his engorged cock.
Rogue almost lost control–right then and there–almost shot his wad in the sudsy water of the tub. “Damn, baby. Scoot up.” He cupped her ass and slid her up his body.
Kit knew it was coming but the feel of his hot mouth on her breast, the lash of his tongue across her nipple was an electric shock, like burning hot lightning flashing across her skin. She’d never tire of this feeling as long as she lived. As he suckled, she felt so alive, sparkles of ecstasy shot through her body. She held onto the tub next to his head, bracing herself with one hand–with the other she grabbed his and moved it between her legs. A wild storm of passion was overtaking her, she needed his touch and his love to anchor her to earth. And when he used his teeth to rake and tease her nipple, it was almost more than she could handle. “Rogue! I need…”
“I know what you need,” he growled.
When Rogue decided to move, all Kit could do was hang on. He stood, rising out of the water with her in his arms. Stepping over the tub, he grabbed a towel, dried them off, then carried her to the bed. Never breaking eye contact, he placed her on the bed. She held her arms, beckoning him to join her. “You. You are what I need.”
Giving her another hard kiss, Rogue knelt at her side. He feasted at her lips until she was gasping for air. Sitting back on his heels, he just surveyed her–his eyes sweeping from top to bottom. What he would do next Kit did not know. Her muscles became taut, anticipation building to an almost unbearable level. Breathing became secondary. “Change your mind?” she asked.
“Hell, no. Never.” Dropping his head the small distance necessary, he crashed his lips to her. Symbolically to him, when he caught her gasp, taking it within his body, he was claiming her–body and soul. If she had doubts, he would move heaven and earth to erase them. Leaving him was not an option. “What we have doesn’t come along every day, Kit,” he said when his mouth slid from hers to take a breath. Taking her hands, he raised them above her head, holding them there. Moving his body fully over hers, chest to chest, thigh to thigh. Rogue wanted nothing between them, esp
ecially not mistrust. Arching up, Kit chased his kiss, gripping his shoulders hard. “I’m here, baby, I’m here.”
His lips peppered a trail of butterfly kisses along her neck and jawline. Kit whimpered, blindly seeking his kiss. Her hips lifted beneath his, bucking up, setting a rhythm that made it impossible to miss what she longed for. Rogue marveled at how right they were together, she responded to him like a dream.
“I’m burning, Rogue.”
Easing to one side, he tested the silken pink folds of her pussy. Creamy wet. “Pure ambrosia.” Sliding off the bed to one knee, he touched her leg. “Come here, open for me.” When she did, he lowered his head. Ah, there it was–his first taste. Wild and sweet. His tongue worked her slit from top to bottom, delving in–lapping, licking, sucking–her keens of pleasure their own reward. She reveled in his attention and her satisfaction only made him want her more. His cock swelled and bobbed, aching to be let in on the fun.
But Rogue was not to be rushed. This was more than sex. This was more than making love. This was him proving to her than she was it–she was all he ever wanted. With fingers and tongue he penetrated her, pushing deep inside, fluttering and thrusting until he could feel her thighs begin to tremble. Knowing how to make her scream, he moved up to clit, taking it between his lips and sucking.
He held her still–kissing, lashing, laving, a kiss, a nip, he pleasured her with relentless intent until she almost levitated from the bed, quaking and crying out his name. “Rogue!” Even then he didn’t stop, nuzzling her until the contractions subsided, until her breathing quietened.
“I love you, Katherine Walker.” There was nothing more he wanted in the world than to make her happy.
She placed her hand on his head, his shoulder, urging him to come back up even with her. With wonder in her voice, she entreated. “I need you to love me, Rogue. I don’t think I’d survive losing you.”
“You won’t lose me. I’m not going anywhere–but here.”
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