Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 18010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 90(@200wpm)___ 72(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 90(@200wpm)___ 72(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
“Yeah, get used to that,” he murmurs as he lays me out on his bed. He helps me out of the leather jacket, tossing it carelessly onto the floor. “You’re going to feel my beard scratching those pretty thighs in just a minute.”
Next, he reaches for my elf shoes that are soaked through. He removes them and rubs my toes, warming them. He scowls down at me. “Why weren’t you wearing socks?”
I throw him a look that I hope is sassy. “I wasn’t planning on being elf-napped and taken to the North Pole.”
“Keep sassing me, and I’ll show you my North Pole,” he threatens with mock sternness. He reaches for my striped tights next, peeling them slowly down my body. I’ve always felt weird about my lower half. I’m pear-shaped, so much bigger on the bottom. My thighs and hips are where I have the most curves.
He splays a big hand on my thigh and squeezes lightly. The motion sends sparks straight to my clit. “Fuckin’ love your body.”
His words ease a little of the anxiety I’m feeling. I know I should love my curves. But sometimes, I just don’t feel all that great about them. Sometimes, I’m aware of just how much society wants women to shrink.
“Come back to me.” Rogue’s voice is gentle as he reaches for the top of my costume. He fiddles with the big red buttons at the bottom, letting his figures ghost along my stomach.
“I’ve never done this before,” I blurt out and instantly regret it. I just made the most perfect moment ever awkward.
Rogue keeps toying with the buttons on my sweater, never letting anything flicker across his expression. I don’t know how he manages a poker face like that. Normally, I think it’s sexy. But right now, I just want him to tell me what he’s thinking or give me some clue. I finally squeak out, “Is—is that a problem?”
He brushes a soft kiss across my forehead. “Nothing you say will ever make me flinch, baby girl. Nothing is going to make me turn my back on you.”
I swallow hard, his words soothing that kid in me who never got the family she wanted. What if—what if I could have a family with Rogue? What if he and I could make something special together?
He places soft kisses across my forehead, my cheeks, and down my neck while continuing to work the buttons on my sweater. He finally opens it, revealing my white bra with the candy cane print. I’d feel embarrassed about it, but Rogue is looking at me with so much delight and appreciation in his gaze. It’s almost like I’m his Christmas present.
He gently removes the bra from my body before kissing his way down the valley of my chest. His lips move to my nipples, and he sucks the tender bud into his mouth. He moans against my skin, and the vibration has me arching my hips against him.
I can feel his hard bulge underneath his jeans as the denim lightly scrapes my skin. The friction only adds to my arousal, and I groan his name. “I need more.”
At my words, he lets go of my breasts and kisses his way down my stomach. The entire time I’m squirming and begging. I just need him touching me between my legs.
He finally gets there, burying his face in my mound. His beard is scratchy, and his breath is hot as he moans against my swollen flesh.
I think he calls me beautiful again, but I’m not sure because he’s spreading my lips with his thumbs. He licks a broad stripe across my slit. It feels so good that I swear under my breath, and a shiver runs down my spine.
He chuckles. “I got more where that came from.”
He licks me until I’m a babbling, incoherent mess who can barely speak. But then he does the most amazing thing. He sucks my clit into his mouth and swirls his tongue around it.
The electricity underneath my skin crackles into a lightning storm. There’s only flash after flash of pleasure. I come with a loud cry of ecstasy, unable to hold it in. I’ve never had an orgasm like this and definitely not with someone I care about.
As I float back down, Rogue peels off his clothes and reaches for a condom in the nightstand. He rips open the foil pack.
I know he’s being responsible and probably doing what’s best for both of us. But I don’t want to be responsible tonight. I want to be wild and fully in the moment with this incredible man, so I put a hand on his arm. “Take me bare.”
6
ROGUE
Take me bare. Just when I thought this woman couldn’t get any sexier, she’s telling me to take her bare. My cock is aching, and I grab it, squeezing tight so I don’t blow my load like a teenager.