Rory (Coded for Love 1)

But she didn’t scream. Instead she laughed softly, as if at some private joke. “You came back.”

“I came back, to prove your security was lacking,” he explained as he attempted to tear his gaze away. He tried to chill, lowering his hands.

“Is that why?” Curiosity flashed in her eyes.

And for you, I came back for you. He was past denying it now.

“I guess you wanted to check the locks in here too, did you?” Her eyes were incredibly bright, her strawberry lips curved.

He shook his head. “Sky, I can’t leave now, not after seeing you like this.”

“No, you can’t.”

She wanted him too, it was there in her eyes and it was such a turn on. He had to touch her, to bring her to that moment in his arms. Closing the small gap between them in a heartbeat, he shrugged off his leather jacket and threw it out the open door behind him.

Sky looked up at him, eyes wide, lips parted.

He paused a moment, lifted her damp hair free of her cheek, easing it back. Her eyelids fluttered and she inhaled sharply.

“You asked me to stay. Is this what you had in mind, or am I interrupting your private bathing time?” She could always say no.

“The shower was your fault,” she declared. “You got me so wound up.”

Grasping the towel to her chest with one hand, she put the other on his shoulder, inviting him closer.

Rory ducked his head and kissed her, cupping the back of her head in one hand, the other finding the curve of her hip to pull her against him.

She was so soft in his arms, and eager, matching and meeting him, her fingers tightening their grip on his shoulder. When her lips parted, he thrust his tongue in to her mouth, hips landing against her abdomen. The soft curves of her body lured him, and his erec

tion strained to be part of it. He kissed her deeply, his body keen and primed, his tongue thrusting into her warm, damp mouth.

She was as hungry for it as he was, leaning into him, rubbing her body against his, sending him into autopilot. He couldn’t wait to touch her all over.

She gasped when he drew back.

“You’re so beautiful.” He heard the hoarseness in his own voice. “Can I see you?”

She nodded.

He pulled the towel from her grasp, letting it drop to the floor.

Those lush curves of hers drew him like a magnet.

“Always wanted you,” she whispered, and grasped his upper arms, stroking them, measuring his muscles tentatively, and then lifted her face, lips parted.

Those words and the look in her eyes tugged something inside him. Even though they’d flirted and kissed and even talked about it, it was astonishing to hear her say it.

Moving his hands he cupped her luscious breasts with their adorable nipples, groaning when he felt how hard the peaks were. Ducking down he kissed one nipple, then the other, stroking his tongue over each one.

“Rory oh, oh,” she cried out, “that’s so good.”

He didn’t need any more encouragement. He flicked his hair back, desperate to watch her reactions while he made her come.

He ran the back of his knuckles over her tummy and lower, one finger nudging against her warm groove. “Okay?”

Moaning softly, she nodded. Bracing herself against the sink, she opened her legs and let him move his hand between her thighs, where she was damp and slick. He eased two fingers back and forth across the bump of her clit, occasionally dipping lower to where she was wet and slick. With his free hand he stroked her damp hair back from her face, suddenly high on the way she looked. She was reveling in the sensation and all he could was stroke faster, rubbing over her clit while watching her face. His erection strained inside his jeans. Tension prickled up his spine.

When he glanced down he could see his own fingers glistening. He wanted to taste her. She looked so good he wanted to lift her in his arms and shove his cock deep inside her, so she could really feel it. He wasn’t holding back now, that was long gone. He wanted her.