Commando (Rogue Rebels MC 1)

I pulled my eyes away from his.

“Hurry,” I told him. “Someone could knock at any second. You know they might want to actually study in here.”

He put his finger on my lip. Even that simple caress seemed so sensual when he did it.

With a gentle touch, he made he look back at him and whispered, “Shhh, don’t worry so much. Just enjoy the moment. I’ll take care of you.”

He finished undressing me with the same unhurried precision, as if we had all the time in the world. This was so different from the rushed race to the finish of last night.

Then he undressed before my eager gaze and I got my first clear view of his body in almost five years.

r /> He was ripped with muscle. Strength was in every line of his body. I could see the evidence of his service to his country though. There were scars on his arms and chest. They were faint yet some looked deep. Also, there was a new tattoo on his pec bearing the symbol for medicine. I was drawn to those marks and my fingers touched him without my conscious permission. I traced them, trying to sooth away any lingering hurt.

He took my fingers away and kissed each one.

He then took my lips briefly before nuzzling where my neck met my shoulder. His tongue tasted my skin and he groaned low as if sampling a rare, delicious delicacy.

“Mmm, so fucking sweet.”

I shivered, hearing that sound and his following words. My eyes closed and air rushed out of my parted lips when his teeth closed on that same spot, reminding me of a wild animal claiming its mate.

He licked the mark before moving lower and capturing my nipple between his lips.

He loved my chest with his mouth, his hand moved over me in the process and brought me to a fevered pitch quickly. He moved lower still and knelt at my feet. He positioned one of my thighs over his shoulder and I watched with wide eyes as his face moved closer to my mound.

He opened my soaked lips with his thumbs, exposing me to his gaze. He licked me there and I had to bite my lips to contain the sounds that threatened to emerge from me. He serviced me with teasing soft touches that made my hips jerk closer to his talented tongue.

It felt so good but I was greedy. My fingers fisted his hair and I pulled him closer to me yet. I rested my upper body against the wall and tilted my lower half more toward him.

“More,” I whispered and he gave me just what I wanted. What I needed.

He opened his mouth on me and kissed my pussy like he did my mouth. My juices poured from me and he lapped it up. He probed my entrance with his tongue and sucked on my lower lips.

Then he added his fingers into the array and I had to make more drastic measures to contain my cries. I bit the inside of my wrist when he found the secret place inside me that took me straight to the edge once he touched it.

“Come for me,” he said and I did.

He licked me to completion twice then stood. He kissed me and I moaned into his mouth, aftershocks still rocking my frame.

Cupping my behind, he lifted me easily and pressed my back against the wall. My thighs immediately hugged his hips and my ankles crossed low on his back.

We were kissing. I was surrounded by him. His scent clouded my mind. The taste of his mouth on mine was an aphrodisiac. The feel of his body blocked out everything else. My fingers were in his hair, tangling in the strands and keeping his head close to me. I felt his cock press against me and then with a thrust he was inside me. Filling me.

Our lips remained locked the entire time and I was glad because the moment he rocked into me, I screamed from the mixture of pleasure and pain.

His mouth captured the sound.

He stopped, allowing me time to adjust to the hard intrusion. He whispered sweet nothings to me, telling me how beautiful I was and how good I felt.

“Fuck me harder,” I pleaded.

He started with small jabs of his hips that grew harder quickly to meet our carnal needs. He thrust a few more time before he easily moved and placed me on the only horizontal surface in the room – the table.

Wyatt was looking at me with blatant hunger. When he looked at me like this, I almost believed we could have more than just a shallow physical connection. I had to forcibly remind myself that I was only giving him my body for this last time and no more.

Then he began to move.

Again, the rightness of us like this had me reeling. When I was joined with him like this, I felt whole. Complete.