Breaking A Bad Boy Page 29
“Do you remember what I promised, when you teased me, little girl?”
Little girl. Oh. My. Was she mental to tease him? “But this is our wedding night?” she answered softly, her mouth having gone dry…so very, very dry.
Rory picked up the table and set it to one side, removing all barriers between them. “Gonna come easy…or do you want it hard?”
Her breath definitely hitched at the sound of his footsteps crossing the floor, and her nipples peaked. Meeting his stare, she notched up her chin, and arched a brow. “Hard. As hard as you got, cowboy.”
“My sweet firecracker,” he pronounced, and produced a low, masculine laugh as he stalked toward her. “Then hard it is.”
She took a step backward, and immediately his eyes flashed and his nostrils flared as though she’d done something to set him off, and he followed her. Slowly. Her stomach pirouetted with each of his steps toward her. Without warning, the wall halted her retreat from him, and Rory came at her, lifting his arms and planting his palms on either side of her head, caging her further between his sculpted biceps.
“Going somewhere?”
“Please,” she hissed, her body trembling—not from fear, but out of wanting to climb this sexy man and have her way.
“Please what, sugar?” His gaze lowered to her mouth for a beat, holding his body away from hers. Some excruciating form of payback.
Torture. Absolute, in keeping apart from him.
She licked her lips, feeling the heat of his stare on her mouth. She wanted more than sizzling looks, and tonight they would go the distance. All the way. No need to wait. Just tell him. The words bubbled upward and she murmured, “Let’s get naked.”
“So feisty, spitfire.” Rory brought his hand to her face, and ran the pad of his thumb over her bottom lip. “Remember all my promises?”
She lowered her lashes, commanding her hands to refrain from touching him. Instead, her rogue arms refused to listen as she reached out and traced her fingers down the rippling muscle along his bronze ribcage.
“Every, single one,” she murmured, fighting the urge to lower his zipper and sink down onto her knees.
“Question is…which one to act on first?” he mused aloud.
She brought her hands to his chest, swirling the tip of her fingernail around his nipple as the brown disc puckered under her touch. “The one that involves us fucking.”
No sooner had the words come out of her mouth, than Rory lifted her up into his arms and carried her away from the foyer. She looked up into his eyes, meeting his incinerating stare, so raw and hot, burning away the walls between. The heat from his gaze bore a pathway into her soul where he traveled. She felt their connection, an electric current running deep inside her being, tingling between her legs, and awakening her senses to the total truth: he was going to thrust into her…all the way. Finally.
Within seconds, they were inside the bedroom where her heart beat so fast she felt dizzy with the realization of what was about to happen.
Rory stood at the bedside and he lowered her to the mattress without retreating. Her shoulders hit the pillows, and his mouth crashed down on hers, demanding with a consuming kiss, and extracting all her volitions…save one.
She moaned her desire into his mouth. “Please.”
There was no mistake that his kiss was meant to still her rambling mind, in how he thrust his tongue into her mouth, opening her lips, then teasing her with a gentle nip as he cupped her chin and sucked her bottom lip between his teeth.
And that was before he turned up the heat by feathering his hands on either side of her face, as a harsh growl emanated from his chest. “I want all of you. Open to me. Sommer, you’re mine.”
His hand dove between her legs, palming her mound, and squeezing. Wriggling under him, she drank in his lust, rubbing her hands over his shoulders and wanting to feel more of him. She moaned her need into his mouth. He answered her by ramping up the heat of their scorching kiss, and channeling a devouring force into her body when he drove his tongue deeper in her mouth, his hand fisting her hair at the back of her head, and he gave her a preview of how he intended to fuck her.
Owning her mouth, he made her hungry to feel him inside her. His clothing encased cock slammed across her panties, swift and hard, filling the space between her legs with heat and erotic friction until she cried out to him. Begged him for more.
Her whole body was enflamed with emotion, lust, and need. All for him.
Their mouths came apart, but not before she was left panting and reaching for him to come back…before he rose and unbuckled his belt. “I love you,” she breathed out, arousal arcing uncontrollably inside her.
“Don’t move,” he returned. “I love you, too. Sommer McLemore, you’re mine and I’m going to undress you and claim you. Now.”
He removed his boots. Each hit the floor with a muted thud. Then he lowered his zipper and their gazes locked. As Rory disrobed, she admired him standing before her. She took advantage of this opportunity by allowing her gaze to roam down the corded muscles that formed the hollows and contours comprising his beautiful body. His lickable hard chest and washboard abs were going to be hers to enjoy—lucky her.
Sommer’s attention lowered to his narrow hips, and then her breath truly hitched as her eyes caressed his cock, fully erect—thick and long—the perfect combination of velvet and steel. Mine now. Hers to suck, stroke, and very-very soon, have thrusting into her. Oh god! She shivered from a mind-breaking physical ache, so powerful it almost hurt to keep looking at him.
He arched one of his eyebrows. “See something you like, sugar?”
“Lots,” she whispered, clutching the sheets in her impatient fingers.
He returned to her, lifting her foot and removing her shoes. This time the tiny buckles weren’t a problem. Or maybe time just moved über-fast as he removed both her shoes. He climbed onto the bed and bit down on his incredibly sexy lip, looking at her as though weighing his next move.
“Zipper in the back?” he asked.
“On the side. See? Right here,” she answered, lifting her arm. Her heart beat so fast…so hard.
“Kneel for me, baby.” He shifted onto his knees, the mattress dipping down, and he pulled her upward. His fingers were gentle on her body, unzipping and unwrapping her from her dress while simultaneously uncoiling something deep in her belly. Her nipples throbbed as his fingers brushed over her pierced tips. He captured her breasts, strumming her nipples until she groaned, swaying as if her senses were drugged with lust. She and Rory were close…so very close, and almost naked together.
“Lie down ,” he commanded. “There’s only one thing left to do, before we…”
Yes! She swallowed, watching him lower her panties from her hips, down her calves, and tossed them away. His fingers on her skin unleashed a decadently dark thrill and her sex clenched, tempting her hands between her legs to rub her slickened, swollen lips.
“Not yet. You touch your pussy when I say so. Not before.” He tugged her hands away, lifting her fingers to his mouth where he sucked on one, tonguing her arousal. He released her fingers and set her hand down on the bed.
His eyes heated as he gazed at her and opened her legs wider. Rubbing his warm palms down her thighs, she arched her hips, and he growled a warning. His touch and voice set off a chain reaction, releasing a glowing heat that seared her senses. Hotter when his thumb swiped across her clit and she jerked, growing wetter…needier. His eyes feasted on her tight nipples and he inhaled deeply, seeming to breathe parts of her inward. So powerful—her body convulsed in response to his masculine magnetism.
“I’m going to taste you,” he said in a guttural voice, drawn out and controlled.
He crawled in between her parted legs, burying his head between her thighs and swiped his fingers down her swollen and drenched lips. He drew his tongue across her in a long lick and she cried out, arching upward, moving closer to him. Rory pressed his palm to her belly, anchoring her pussy to his face, where
he sucked her clit into his mouth.
“So good,” she moaned loudly. Without stopping, he nipped her lips, tonguing her until she squirmed, twisting the sheets within her fingers. She craved the searing sensation his tongue offered, and everything else he intended. “Please,” she whispered, threading strands of his hair between her fingers and rocking her pussy against his hot, wet mouth.
“So sweet. You’re so wet.” Rory ate her like he had all night…nowhere else he wanted to be. His clean-shaven face dipped again and again between her lips, sucking without mercy on her clit until she was raking her nails across his scalp, unable to stop from yanking his hair the closer he took her to the edge.
“I’m going to come,” she warned in a husky voice.
He lifted his gorgeous face, his dimples bracketing his mouth, now wet from her juices. “That’s it, just what I want. Come for me.” He pressed her legs wider part, moving his arm over one of her thighs possessively, and effectively pinning her under him. He drove his finger into her with a low grunt of satisfaction when she cried out. Again he thrust his finger into her, his muscles bunching over his shoulder, and a low rumbling from his chest reverberated on her leg.
Oh God. He withdrew his finger and added two, thrusting into her again, hard and powerful, and all she had to do was let go. Trembling in aching need, she squeezed his fingers tightly and wriggled her hips while her rippling abdominal muscles contracted to the rhythm and force of Rory’s fingers. He commanded control over her body as heat crept up her skin, growing hotter and wilder with each thrust.
Rory. His name teased her tongue, silent at first, then growing louder with each pump of his hand. She rocked against his fingers, her orgasm pounding through her veins, her body, her brain, and she screamed his name.
Releasing another primal growl, he owned her with each pump of his fingers, moving faster and harder inside her until she gave up control and leapt wildly over the edge. She rode a thundering wave, delivering her onto the shore where pleasure washed over her in a golden haze. Drugged by his mouth and hands, she inhaled deeply, her limbs liquefied even as he lifted upward.
His hard body rippled like an untamed jungle cat as he climbed over her. Rory parted her legs and crawled between her thighs. With his cock outstretched between them, he aligned his tight crown to her swollen flesh, sensitized from just coming, and she moaned, her pussy throbbing and clenching. She tried to open her legs wider, and again she tightened at the feel of him pushing into her pussy, barring his entry.
“Whoa.” He reacted by holding onto her thighs, whispering, “Steady, sugar.”
His soothing voice held her focus and she unfurled her body, awash in erotic sensations. His words, his body, and his touch surrounded her. He hovered above her, their bodies—skin to skin, slick and slippery. Rory’s body tensed, the bands of his muscle contracting into hard contours as he held his upper torso aloft, and then in one forceful thrust of his hips, his crown slid into her.
One sharp pinch unfurled as he lowered his hips to hers, his cock driving forward and she cried out, “Rory!” His name was invisibly tattooed on her lips.
“Baby, ssshhh. Relax for me.” His mouth moved to hers, tenderly taking her pain, and kissing it away.
The stinging sensation lessened between her legs, enough for her to take a breath. She tested this heady sensuality of having him buried inside her body. Slowly, she swayed her hips, riding up and down his crown. Oh god. Yes.
“Better?” he asked, gripping her shoulders, and pumping his hips.
“So much,” she whispered, searching his face.
“Almost there.” He planted his hands on the bed and straightened his arms. His muscles were packed cords, hard and bronzed above her. She rocked her hips as he drove his cock forward, one hard thrust, and she closed her eyes, letting go a sharp exhalation. He stopped moving and dipped his head, kissing her mouth, and allowing her time to adjust to him. Discomfort gave way to erotic tingling sensations as she squeezed around him and her clit nudged up against his cock.
Meeting his gaze once more, she moved her hips languidly beneath him, moaning in pleasure. “Yes. Keep going.”
Rory pumped his hips, flexing harder, sinking into her, and growled, “This feels fucking fantastic.”
He plowed back, drawing out his length only to return again, moving deeper. He joined their bodies in a decadent dance, using his whole being to fuck her…own her. He slipped his hands under her knees, forcefully tilting her up, and hauling her to him. He arched backward, the muscles in his shoulders flexed and then clenched as he withdrew his cock, almost all the way, and commanded, “Baby, look at us.”
They were joined by his shaft. His perfect, hard shaft.
“So amazing.” She stared at his thick cock, glistening from their mutual juices, and in one forceful slam, he drove himself fully inside her.
“You’re all mine!” he roared in hoarse voice.
He paused, and then again pumped himself back into her, over and over, moving faster in a rhythm that wove ribbons of ecstasy through her. His body moved over her, slamming his cock into her, and the ribbons pulled taut.
“Please,” she whispered, the coil of pleasure and need spiraling, growing hotter and sharper in her belly. “I’m so close.”
“I’m right here with you, baby,” he rasped in his gravelly voice, leaning down to kiss her and whispered, “Get there.”
His hips rocked between her legs, slammed against her, pumping harder and faster as she clenched around him. Unable to stop, she cried out with each deep thrust he delivered, drinking up his harsh grunts.
Rory pummeled himself into her, grinding and hoisting her legs higher, his biceps flexing in the act of bringing her closer to him. His muscles rippled over his shoulders and his beautiful face tensed. Under him, she evolved into a mass of glowing, liquid embers, getting hotter and brighter until it felt like any second she would explode.
“That’s it, baby.” He thundered into her with a carnal grunt and she slid against him, their gazes locked in a mind-blowingly primal connection. A shudder raced through him, and just as uncontrollable, he called out her name in a roar, followed by a convulsion, wracking his body.
The power of watching him come undone had her following him over the precipice. He pumped his hips, spilling himself into her as they shouted each other’s names.
He lowered his body to hers, pushing his cock fully into her as she throbbed and clenched around him. She melted under him, absorbing their racing heartbeats, and relished the way his body felt, both over and inside of her. “So good,” she murmured. “That tops our list.”
“I love you, Mrs. McLemore and your list,” he whispered, caressing her face with his breath then brushed his velvet lips over hers. “Got a feeling your little list is gonna grow. Real fast.”
She chuckled, skimming her fingers over the muscles of his back, and squeezed his cock just to watch his eyes roll back in his head. “Like that.”
“Girl, just like that.” He lowered his head to her neck, kissing and sucking skin, and she clenched again, eliciting another rumbling groan from his chest.
“More,” she whispered, feeling him start to pump his hips between her legs as his fingers and warm palms spread over her breasts.
Oh. My. This wild cowboy had shown her a thing or two. Most importantly that he was worth the wait. Without a doubt, Rory was right…not that she was about to confess that anytime soon. Running her fingers along the muscle-bound valley over his spine, she suddenly faltered when he lifted his head, and she stared back into his dancing blue eyes that had the power to hypnotize her and fill her with butterflies. Too many to count.
“I love you, Sommer. Mine.”
Stop! She silently warned her fluttering heart. Silly heart.
She whispered, “I love you. All of you, cowboy.”
Her fingers resumed grazing the contours of his body. No sense in trying to stop her wayward hands on their mission. Nope. If she was going to stop anything, she’d s
top fighting her ridiculously wonderful reaction to this man who captured her heart and soul and promised to claim her. Find her. Protect her.
Well, he had, and it was time she got with the program.
If she was his, then he was hers. No more fretting over her silly heart or stomach or fingers.
Rory McLemore, beautiful bad boy extraordinaire owned her heart and everything else of hers. Always had, and now it was time to start loving him freely. Fiercely. Completely. He believed she was strong, had met her move for move, step for step, even when she’d tried to break him. Really ludicrous on her part to try.
No way to break a bad boy, and no way she’d admit to that truth in the near future.
One day, she might tell him, but for now she’d keep to her plan of loving Rory with everything thing she had to give him—her heart, her soul, and especially, her Texas sass.
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