Rory (Coded for Love 1)

Rubbing her clit until she reached orgasm was too good. Dropping her head back, she closed her eyes for a moment

“Look at me,” he instructed.

Her cheeks flushed, but she did as he asked, meeting his gaze.

Her feet shifted restlessly. She was getting close. He moved his hand faster. Her mouth opened as she reached her peak. Her head dropped forward, then back.

His fingers were coated in her juices. She mumbled his name then cried out, loudly. Rory kissed her forehead, nodding at her words, grasping her damp face in his hands as he kissed her deeply. Whoa, coming made her even hotter.

For a moment she just stood there, trembling. Then she reached out and ran her hand the length of his erection through his jeans. “You’re so hard.”

“Sky, be careful.” He closed his eyes a moment.

“Oh,” Sky murmured, laughing softly, her hands shifting to his shoulders, her body moving closer against his. “Did I do something wrong?”

He shook his head quickly. “No. I just want to do this properly.” He sighed. “It was always this way with you. You’re always in a rush and you’re always trouble.”

Her eyes flashed with mischief.

“I can’t think straight because you’re in here.” He pointed at his head. “All the bloody time!”

“You’re going to have sex with me to save your sanity, is that what you’re saying?” She laughed, low.

It was such a sexy sound. It ramped up his need to be inside her.

Fired up, he pinned her to the sink, hips hard against her. “It always had to be done. We need to fuck, long and hard.”

Shifting, he let her feel the thrust of his hips.

Gasping, her expression turned serious.

Oh yes, this was going to be good. She was as edgy as he was.

His hands closed over her breasts and he trapped her nipples between his fingers and tugged on them.

A loud cry escaped her lips and she glanced away.

After a painfully long moment, in which his balls began to pound, relentlessly, she returned his gaze directly. There was a shimmering glaze to her eyes, and then she bit her lower lip, almost as if she was silencing herself, another hot flush of color rising on her cheekbones.

The way she looked up from under lashes was a bigger invite than the verbal one he’d received. “I want to be inside you.”

Her eyelids lowered. Moving, she rested her forehead against his chest, snuggling there a moment. “I want that too…but there’s something you should know.”

He stalled, his hands pausing as he stroked her body. “What?”

“I haven’t. I haven’t been with anyone, not like this.”

Confusion swamped him. “You’re kidding, right?”

She quickly shook her head. “I always wanted it to be you. That’s why I tried so hard to get you to stay tonight.”

He stared down at her, disbelieving. Then the magnitude of what she’d said hit him, and he couldn’t speak even if he wanted to. She wanted him and he was going to be her first. Cupping her around the bottom, he lifted her from her feet, kissing her beneath her jaw as he did so,

Laughter escaped her. “Rory!”

Turning with her held in his arms, he eased through to doorway and back into the main room “How in hell does this futon work?”

She wrestled in his grasp and broke free, made some swift maneuvers with the mattress and wooden plinth below.