Page 56 of Rogue Wave

“Come here,” she called like a siren.

I leaned over her and took a mauve nipple into my mouth and sucked hard as my hand massaged her other breast.

My tongue lapped at her like I were feasting on my favorite meal. And then she let out a breathy moan, and I lost my goddamn mind.

God, she had a great rack. Maybe one day she’d let me fuck those beautiful tits.

“Okay. I think I might like that,” she replied in a breathy whisper, making me realize I must have said that out loud.

“You don’t know?”

“I’ve never done that before.”

A growl erupted from my throat, my desire to fuck her boobs even greater now, knowing no one else had done that before me.

Her needy whimpers let me know she needed more.

I brought my gaze back to hers as my hand went to the juncture of her thighs. My fingers grazed across her, feeling her slick heat.

“Damn, sweetheart.”

“I need you, Hank. Please.”

My mind and body were both dizzy from the effects of this woman.

She made an enticing little noise that I would never forget for the rest of my life.

I wanted to take my time. Bring her multiple orgasms with my mouth and fingers before sliding inside her, but I knew I couldn’t. I couldn’t wait. I needed to be inside her. Needed to feel her wrapped around my cock, squeezing me to the point of no return.

“Are you sure about this, Hazel?” I asked, hoping she agreed but ready to stop if she wasn’t ready yet.

“If you stop right now, I will murder you in your sleep,” she growled, and I couldn’t help but smile.

“Probably shouldn’t threaten murder in front of the sheriff,” I teased.

“If I tell the jury it’s because you got me all worked up and then stopped, I think they’ll understand and let me go on a technicality.”

I choked out a laugh. Only Hazel could make me laugh while my dick was swollen to the point of near pain and my brain was overwhelmed with desperate need.

I was in way over my head with this woman, but I couldn’t seem to care one iota.

I swiped my fingers over her sensitive clit a few times, listening to the soft moans of pleasure she made, before leaning over to grab the box of condoms from my drawer.

We’d need to have the talk about birth control soon, because I knew once would never be enough with her. Hell, a million times likely wouldn’t be enough. One step at a time, though.

I tore the condom open and rolled it down my impossibly hard length.

I climbed up onto the bed and slid her back so her head was on the pillows. I pressed a kiss right over her heart and then wandered up her collarbone to her neck, jawline, and then finally pressed my lips to hers, causing her to shiver against me.

Easing myself to her entrance, I stared down into her eyes before slowly pushing inside her, inch by inch. If I went fast, this would be over just as fast as it started.

“Oh, God, Hazel… You’re so damn wet and tight.”

Her gasps were interlaced with my moans, and both were accompanied by rapid heartbeats. Once I was anchored to the hilt, I moved my hand to the side of her face and tilted her face closer as I kissed her.

The kiss was commanding, my way of claiming her. Her tongue met mine as we both fought to deepen that connection. Her hands roamed over my chest and shoulders and down my arms.

She lifted her hips to meet each rhythmic thrust. I felt greedy, never wanting this feeling to end.