“Why do you have to be so damn sexy?” Her whisper came out softly.
“You’re overthinking it. Why not just go with it?”
“I don’t want to make a mistake.” She brought her hand to his wrist, about to jerk herself away. “I’ve been there before.” Her eyes delved into his, trying to explain her hesitancy. “Guys wanting me to just go with it,” she mimicked him. “The thing is, I’ve lived through enough storms to see a category-five tornado coming for me. I’ve also learned the hard way that men like you don’t give a fuck about the wreckage you leave behind.”
His serious gaze didn’t shy away from hers. “Don’t classify me with other men you’ve been with.”
“Why? Because you’re different?” she scoffed. “Dude, let me give you the cold, hard truth—you’re all the same where I’m concerned. You want to use me, then go on your merry way when the fucking is over. I can deal with that. It’s the guys like you who want to pretend we could have something, then disappear when the storm is over that I stay the fuck away from.”
“Baby, I’ve never left anyone without telling them I’m leaving.”
“And in your mind, saying you’re leaving makes it okay?”
“Jewell, if you want me to say I’ll stay in Treepoint and become a Last Rider just so I can fuck you, it’s not going to happen. We’re going to have to play this out day by day and see how it goes. I want you bad, but not enough to lie to you.”
“I don’t want you bad enough to take any less.”
She was lying through clenched teeth, and from Rory’s sultry smile, he knew.
“How about we play it by ear?”
Jewell frowned at him. “How is that any different than what you’ve been saying?”
“You could kiss me before deciding not to take what I can give you.”
Jewell closed her eyes, unable to look at him any longer. She was going to fuck up yet again. She could feel it in every horny inch of her body. Even while she was telling herself she could take a small sample of him then go upstairs and fuck and take her pick of Nickel, Puck, Jesus, or even Moon, if he was back, without denying herself of finding out what he tasted like.
Leaning forward, she kissed him and, in the next heartbeat, she found herself swept closer to his chest as his mouth twisted and parted to take control over the kiss.
Maintaining the kiss, Rory turned and sat down on the bed. Jewell found herself straddling his lap with each knee on the mattress next to his hips as his tongue played with hers.
Their mouths fit together as if they were two pieces of a puzzle, giving him her weight as she scooted closer to him until his cock rode between her jean-clad thighs. Clasping her thighs around his waist, she ground herself against him.
His hand went to her braid to tilt her head backward. She released a gasp at the bite of pain. Unconsciously, her thighs squeezed him tighter.
“I don’t want to want you,” she moaned.
Breaking the kiss, Rory trailed kisses down her throat. “Then pretend I’m someone else. I can be anyone …” Skillfully, his hands went to her waist to roll her sweater up. Leaning slightly back, he pulled it over her head to leave her upper body bare. Tossing it aside, he splayed his hands over her breasts.
“Close your eyes,” he mouthed huskily against the tip of one breast. “You want Razer? I can be Razer.”
His hands became harder, firmer on her sensitive flesh as he started rocking back against her. Redirecting a hand, Rory unzipped her jeans to plunge it downward into her slick warmth.
Arching her back to allow him better access, she gave a hiss of pleasure. God, how could he copy Razer’s touch so easily? It had been so long since she had Razer that she had almost forgotten the rough surety of the strokes which never failed to make her wet.
“Or would you prefer me to be Viper?” he murmured. Twisting her sideways until she was lying on the bed with her legs hanging off, Rory pulled her jeans off, his knees now between her sprawled thighs. Pinning her wrists down to the mattress, he buried his mouth in her pussy.
Her mind went blank, just like it had when she had been with Viper all those years ago. The muscles in her thighs trembled with every lick of Rory’s tongue. Of all the men she had been with, Viper could drive a woman to ecstasy hour after hour when most men would call it quits.
A climax tearing through her had her clashing his head between her thighs. When Rory didn’t pull back and continued on, she began to moan as another orgasm started building within her again.