13. Angel
ANGEL
His kiss sears me with its intensity, causing everything south to heat. One hand stays under my hair at my nape while his other slides over my ass pressing me close, letting me feel exactly what I’ve caused. It’s so hard and big but I’m not letting it scare me away.
I want this more than I’ve wanted anything in my life. Rogue wants me, doesn’t care about all my baggage, doesn’t have a clue about the innocence so many want to profit from. He just wants me.
Maybe I should play hard to get, try more to pretend that I don’t like the fact Rogue is a take charge kinda guy, but that would be a lie.
Because I love everything about his confidence and strength and the way he wants to protect me from the Scorpions and even his own crew. And the way he kisses me…
His kiss makes me wet down below as he finds the zipper to my jeans and then lowers them over my hips. Everything south clenches as I shimmy out of them and pull them from my feet, pushing them past me on the floor as he lifts me bare-assed to the bar.
Rogue cups my face in his hands, kissing me before lifting the edge of my shirt and raising it over my head.
My nipples turn rock hard, straining for his touch as he unsnaps my bra.
I swallow down my excitement and a little bit of rational fear.
“We’re doing this, here on the bar?” It’s like every dirty fantasy that I’ve ever had.
His eyes flare with desire. “I want you now.” His lips capture mine, sealing my desire with kisses as my blood heats and his hands cup my bare breasts, caressing at first, stroking my nipples. Applying just the right amount of pressure to make me squirm with need. “Rogue.”
His kiss swallows my moans as his fingers work their magic. He breaks our kiss and slides a hand to my belly, guiding me back onto the bar. “I want your pussy, Angel.”
I exhale a breath, emotions churning between fear of getting caught by one of his crew walking in on us or just the agony of waiting to feel him inside of me. He is a man of his word though and spreads my legs, holding them open with his hands as he lowers his mouth.
Even knowing what he plans, there was nothing in my experience that could have ever prepared me for the feel of his tongue on my clit.
My hips move on their own accord, but a firm hand on my hips as he licks keeps me held right where he wants me, unable to squirm away from the pleasure that he gives.
My fingers clench and unclench, trying to absorb the most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt and when waves and waves begin to build, he strokes me through them, licking and sucking until I’m almost ready to explode.
It’s as if he has a path right to my center.
“Come for me, Angel,” he growls and the dam bursts, white light hitting behind my eyes as the waves of pleasure that have been growing hit with an intensity that shakes me to my very core.
If I thought Rogue would stop, I was wrong. “This cream, it belongs to me, Angel.” His hands slide beneath my butt, caressing me as he takes what he wants, licking my cream, building me into a frenzy again.
My thighs quiver as he unzips his jeans.
This is what I want, hot and dirty with the man who doesn’t just see me as a virginal conquest, sees me as a person, someone to protect and not to hurt, and when he rubs his hard cock up and down my slit, getting it so wet, I know I’m about to lose my virginity to the very right man, in the dirtiest of ways.
His cock slides in slow, wet and hot nudging my entrance but then thrusting.
My fingers dig into his skin as he passes the barrier, causing white hot lightening and pain deep in my center.
I swallow hard trying to hold back tears, and his eyes narrow as he comes to a halt.
His voice is like gravel. “You’re a virgin, Angel? ”
I didn’t want him to know yet he’s figured it out just the same. “I want this with you, Rogue.” And it’s true because even the way he’s letting me acclimate makes me realize having him as my first was the very right choice.
He bends, kissing my lips. “Wrap your legs around my waist, Angel.” I do as he asks, and he drives in, hitting that bullseye deep inside that makes me delirious with need. “Rogue.”
Rogue lifts my ass, driving deeper and hitting that spot again and again, building the waves of pleasure, taking me over the edge as wave after wave of desire wrack my body with unprecedented desire as he pumps three more times, following me over the edge.
My legs feel like rubber and as if he knows, he holds my thighs, kissing my belly as our bodies slowly recover from the most intense experience I’ve ever had. Our eyes meet and I see the question in his eyes, hoping what I’m seeing isn’t regret.
Rogue lifts me from the bar, taking a seat on one of the bar stools and cradling me in his lap. He kisses my lips and strokes my face. “Why didn’t you tell me you were a virgin? I would have been gentler, Angel.”
Leave it to Rogue to try to protect me, even in that. “I didn’t want easy. I wanted it the exact way it was. It was perfect, in every single way.”
He pushes the hair from my face before lifting me into his arms stark-assed naked and all. “You’re exhausted, let’s get you to bed.”
I gasp. “What about our clothes? Everyone will know.”
Rogue laughs, crossing the bar with me in his arms. “It’s nothing they haven’t seen before baby, but I’ll protect your innocence, Angel. I’ll put you to bed and come back for the evidence.”
When others are trying to capitalize on my innocence, he’s trying to go slower, protect me from harm, even to the point of going back to hide our indiscretions from his crew.
My chest bubbles with an emotion I’ve never felt for a man.
I don’t know if I want to put a name to it, but still the L word keeps floating around my mind.
Is it crazy that I feel this for someone I’ve known for less such a short time who’s kept me prisoner in his sister’s bedroom while keeping me protected from the monsters who want to do me harm?
It is absolutely insane but nonetheless, I can’t help the way he makes me feel. After all the bad in my life, to have so much good in one man who’s known as one of the most notorious badasses around. But he’s not bad to me, or to his crew.
He carries me upstairs as though I’m a fragile doll, his eyes still burning with that heat from before. “Rogue?”
“Yeah baby,” he asks, pushing the bedroom door open with his foot.
“Does sex always make you so relaxed, like you’re floating on a cloud and so very sleepy?”