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he was hotter to her fingers. Thick. Throbbing.
Immediately, a flash of desire streaked through him. He had a hard time forming words.
“Please, make yourself happy.” With a flex of his arm, he pulled her tighter to him, passing his hand up and down her back, relishing the smooth, soft womanly curves of her body.
His offer made her melt. Spreading her legs wider, she steadied herself by a hand on his chest, then guided herself down on his cock. His swollen manhood filled her to perfection. He shook with the pleasure, both groaned their satisfaction,
“You belong to me, Kit. You’re mine.”
She wouldn’t argue with that.
Clinging to him, she moved up and down on his cock as his hands and mouth worshiped her body. Kit sank her nails in the strong muscle of his shoulder, then caressing the back of his neck as he bent to suckle on first one breast and then the other. “You’re making me ache, Walker.” Her womanhood swelled, quivering with anticipation.
As long as she’d known him, he had the reputation of a loner–a rogue. His name suited him. The man was an enigma, but to her–he was her personal temptation. She so wanted to please him, to hold him as tightly with her body as she did with her heart. Wrapping her legs around his hips and clasping both hands behind his neck, she rubbed herself on him, her swollen ripe nipples grazing his chest, her pussy milking his cock.
God Almighty! Rogue wanted to be gentle, but he felt a relentless need to mark her, dominate her, thrust so deep inside of her that she’d never want another man. Lifting her, he turned, placing her body gently on the edge of the hot tub and eased her back. Covering her with a hand on either side of her head, Rogue thrust in to the hilt, burying himself balls deep–pumping in and out–grinding into her so the friction on her clit was pure ecstasy.
Kit felt her control slipping, getting less and less with every beat of her heart. The heat of his big body pressing against her was pure indescribable bliss. She arched upward, meeting him, holding him, reveling in the burn of his possession.
Kit gave him everything–letting him take her as hard as he needed to. He made love to every inch of her body, staked his claim, capturing her sexy sounds of pleasure with his kiss so no one would be aware of their joining. Tomorrow the Captain would say the words to make them one, but tonight he would brand her in the most elemental way possible–with his touch, with his kiss and with his seed. And when she came, she came so hard he almost blacked out. Sweet. Hot. Kit’s soft exultant cry, her sweet surrender as her body tightened around his in climax stole his breath. She feasted at his lips while the aftershocks of her orgasm caused her pussy to ripple around his cock, milking him until he came for her, filling her with his essence.
“You’re amazing, baby,” Rogue kissed her as if she was his world–which she was.
CHAPTER THREE
Giving herself one last look, she fastened the small diamond studs in her ears. She was getting married to the only man she’d ever wanted–Rogue Walker! She smoothed the seams of her dress, making sure it was wrinkle free. Packing a wedding dress in carry-on luggage was probably never a good idea. Meeting her own gaze, she ran a finger under one eye, making sure her concealer was concealing what it was supposed to. There was a hint of a dark circle, brought on by a less than peaceful night. Had she pushed the issue? Was Rogue doing this just to make her happy? Was this what he wanted? She didn’t want to be one of those women who had to have their way all the time. Kit told herself that she’d done this for him, to take the pressure of a big wedding off the table.
A slight tap on the door drew her attention. Going to see who it was, she found a steward with a beautiful bouquet of white roses. “Oh, how gorgeous!” she exclaimed.
“From your groom.” He gave a slight bow before
Immediately, a flash of desire streaked through him. He had a hard time forming words.
“Please, make yourself happy.” With a flex of his arm, he pulled her tighter to him, passing his hand up and down her back, relishing the smooth, soft womanly curves of her body.
His offer made her melt. Spreading her legs wider, she steadied herself by a hand on his chest, then guided herself down on his cock. His swollen manhood filled her to perfection. He shook with the pleasure, both groaned their satisfaction,
“You belong to me, Kit. You’re mine.”
She wouldn’t argue with that.
Clinging to him, she moved up and down on his cock as his hands and mouth worshiped her body. Kit sank her nails in the strong muscle of his shoulder, then caressing the back of his neck as he bent to suckle on first one breast and then the other. “You’re making me ache, Walker.” Her womanhood swelled, quivering with anticipation.
As long as she’d known him, he had the reputation of a loner–a rogue. His name suited him. The man was an enigma, but to her–he was her personal temptation. She so wanted to please him, to hold him as tightly with her body as she did with her heart. Wrapping her legs around his hips and clasping both hands behind his neck, she rubbed herself on him, her swollen ripe nipples grazing his chest, her pussy milking his cock.
God Almighty! Rogue wanted to be gentle, but he felt a relentless need to mark her, dominate her, thrust so deep inside of her that she’d never want another man. Lifting her, he turned, placing her body gently on the edge of the hot tub and eased her back. Covering her with a hand on either side of her head, Rogue thrust in to the hilt, burying himself balls deep–pumping in and out–grinding into her so the friction on her clit was pure ecstasy.
Kit felt her control slipping, getting less and less with every beat of her heart. The heat of his big body pressing against her was pure indescribable bliss. She arched upward, meeting him, holding him, reveling in the burn of his possession.
Kit gave him everything–letting him take her as hard as he needed to. He made love to every inch of her body, staked his claim, capturing her sexy sounds of pleasure with his kiss so no one would be aware of their joining. Tomorrow the Captain would say the words to make them one, but tonight he would brand her in the most elemental way possible–with his touch, with his kiss and with his seed. And when she came, she came so hard he almost blacked out. Sweet. Hot. Kit’s soft exultant cry, her sweet surrender as her body tightened around his in climax stole his breath. She feasted at his lips while the aftershocks of her orgasm caused her pussy to ripple around his cock, milking him until he came for her, filling her with his essence.
“You’re amazing, baby,” Rogue kissed her as if she was his world–which she was.
CHAPTER THREE
Giving herself one last look, she fastened the small diamond studs in her ears. She was getting married to the only man she’d ever wanted–Rogue Walker! She smoothed the seams of her dress, making sure it was wrinkle free. Packing a wedding dress in carry-on luggage was probably never a good idea. Meeting her own gaze, she ran a finger under one eye, making sure her concealer was concealing what it was supposed to. There was a hint of a dark circle, brought on by a less than peaceful night. Had she pushed the issue? Was Rogue doing this just to make her happy? Was this what he wanted? She didn’t want to be one of those women who had to have their way all the time. Kit told herself that she’d done this for him, to take the pressure of a big wedding off the table.
A slight tap on the door drew her attention. Going to see who it was, she found a steward with a beautiful bouquet of white roses. “Oh, how gorgeous!” she exclaimed.
“From your groom.” He gave a slight bow before
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