8. Rogan
CHAPTER EIGHT
ROGAN
The sight of her nearly brings me to my knees. Every time I think I’m ready for her, Sierra finds a new way to knock me on my ass. I fell head over heels for her the first moment I laid eyes on her, but I know it’s too early to tell her how I feel. So, I’ll show her.
She’s lying on her back in my bed, wild curls fanned out over my pillow, cheeks a deep, gorgeous red, eyes so trusting that it makes my pulse go haywire.
Her bra is gone, her shirt a memory, her bare chest rising and falling with each frantic breath.
The curve of her tits draws my eyes, and everything in my head just goes blank.
She’s waiting for me to do something. To move, to speak, to make the next call.
Instead, I kneel on the mattress and just stare, my body so tense I feel like I might snap in half.
My hands hover, not sure where to touch first. Part of me wants to devour her, to claim her so thoroughly she forgets her own damn name, but the rest of me wants to memorize every inch, like maybe if I do, I can keep this moment from ever ending.
I want to say something to her. Something smart or funny or reassuring. But all I manage is her name, a hoarse whisper that cracks in the middle. “Sierra.” It’s half a prayer, half a warning. “I want you so bad it’s making me stupid.”
Her smile goes crooked, like she’s surprised and pleased all at once. “Good.” She reaches up, curls a finger around the waistband of my jeans. “I want you, too.”
Those words drop straight to the center of my chest and explode. For a split-second, I fight the urge to drag her beneath me and fuck her until we both lose our minds. I want her more than air. But I can’t rush this. Not with her looking at me like I’m the only man in the world.
I lean in to brush my mouth over the top of her breast. Her skin is warm, alive, and the sound she makes when my stubble grazes her nipple is enough to make my cock throb so hard I see stars.
I lick a slow, lazy circle around the tip, then take it into my mouth, gentle at first, but as she arches into me, I bite down just hard enough to make her gasp.
The noise goes straight to my head. She buries her hands in my hair, holding me there, and I’m not about to fight her.
I kiss lower, tracing the slope of her ribs, dipping my tongue into the little hollow at the base of her sternum. Her body trembles under my mouth, and I pause.
“I swear to God, if you stop now, I’m going to scream,” she says, voice shaky but strong.
I grin and hook my thumbs under the waistband of her yoga pants, slow as hell. “I’m just trying to decide what I’m going to devour first.”
Her answer is to drag her hands through my hair, inviting me to keep going.
I peel the pants down, inch by inch, revealing tan lines, the soft curve of her thighs, the perfect dip of her hips.
Her underwear is nude cotton, nothing fancy, but the way it clings to her makes my brain short-circuit.
I take my time, dragging the pants off and tossing them to the floor, then just kneel back on my heels and look at her.
She’s spread out before me, naked and beautiful and vulnerable, every inch of her glowing in the lamplight.
My hands shake as I reach for her, sliding up her legs, over her knees, tracing the inside of her thighs.
Her skin is smooth, softer than I imagined, and I want to spend hours just touching her.
She watches me, eyes dark and hungry. “You’re going so freaking slow,” she says, and for a second, she almost sounds embarrassed.
“Can you blame me?” My voice is rough, but I don’t bother hiding it.
“I’ve never seen anything like you. I want to take my time and savor you.
You’re incredible,” I tell her, letting my gaze wander from her eyes to her lips to the perfect curve of her stomach and back again.
“I could spend the rest of my life looking at you, and it wouldn’t be enough. ”
She snorts, but it turns into a gasp when I lean down and press my lips to her belly, kissing lower and lower until I reach the edge of her underwear. I pause, looking up for permission.
She’s trembling. “Don’t stop,” she whispers. “Please.”
I slide the last barrier down, as slow as I can manage, and my hands shake harder than before. I’m pretty sure I’ve never wanted anything this much in my entire existence. When I finally have her bare, I just stare for a second, overwhelmed.
She’s perfect. Every inch of her.
I pull her to the edge of the bed, kneel between her legs, and kiss my way up the inside of one of her thighs, then I slowly give the other one the same attention.
Her whole body is quivering. When I run my tongue up her slit, her breath hitches so hard she nearly comes off the bed.
I do it again, slower this time, savoring the taste of her.
She’s slick and sweet and so goddamn responsive.
Her hands fist in my hair, and she lets out a sound that’s half-moan, half-curse. “Holy shit, Rogan.”
I grin against her skin and go to work, licking her until she’s gasping and writhing beneath me.
I take my time, savoring every sound she makes, every tremor, every gasp.
I want to memorize the way she tastes, the way she feels, the way her body tightens as I bring her closer and closer to the edge.
Her thighs clamp around my head, and I swear to God, I could die happy right here. She tastes unreal. Like pure fucking heaven. My hands grip her hips like I’m never letting go. I spread her wider, greedy as hell, and take another hungry lick straight up her slit.
She keens, high and sharp, and her hips buck so hard I have to pin her to the bed, holding her open for my mouth.
I nuzzle in, dragging my tongue in slow, lazy circles, then focus on her clit and flick it, light at first. Her whole body quivers.
A wild, desperate sound rips out of her. Music to my ears.
I want more. I want her ruined for anyone but me.
I suck her clit, hard, and the minute I do, her back arches off the sheets. She fists both hands in my hair and drags me closer. I groan against her, because fuck, this is everything.
I slide a finger inside her hot and tight pussy, and swear under my breath because holy hell, she’s perfect. My lips worship her clit while my finger works in deep, then deeper, her muscles squeezing me. I curl my finger, and she shatters, moaning my name, loud and reckless.
God. Yes. I could stay right here forever.
When she finally comes, it’s with a scream that echoes off the walls. Her thighs clamp around my head, fingers digging into my scalp. I keep going, drawing out every last shudder, until she’s boneless and spent.
I stand up and drag her up to lie on the pillows at the top of the bed, crawling over her to cover her soft lips with mine. She wraps her hand around the back of my neck and holds me there, like she’s trying to stake a claim. I let her, happy to be claimed.
“You good?” I whisper when she finally lets me up for air.
She nods, eyes glazed, lips swollen. “So good. I can’t feel my toes.”
I laugh and nuzzle her neck, letting the moment linger. I don’t want to rush. I want to take my time, to make this last as long as humanly possible.
But when she hooks her legs around my waist and grinds up against me, all my good intentions go out the window.
I can’t wait another goddamn second. I have to be inside her, have to feel her skin against mine with nothing in the goddamn world between us.
I push up off the bed, my muscles burning, and stand at the edge of the mattress.
She watches me, hair wild across my pillow, eyes blown wide with heat and something like wonder.
I keep my gaze locked on hers as I undo the button on my jeans with hands that shake hard.
There’s none of the patience I used on her.
I shove the denim down my thighs, boxers with them, and step out in one motion, leaving myself bare.
The look in her eyes when she sees my cock is almost enough to undo me right there. I’m hard as stone, desperate for her, but her hungry and awed expression makes my pulse slam in my ears. I want her to see all of me, to know I belong to her now. We belong to each other.
I climb onto the mattress, and she’s already reaching for me. Her hands find my hips, trailing up my thighs, fingertips digging in just enough to tell me she wants this as much as I do. She licks her lips, eyes darting down, and my cock jumps under her stare.
My brain short-circuits. For a second, I just kneel there, hovering over her, and try to burn the sight of her into my memory.
Her bare skin glows in the lamplight, curves and angles and soft places I want to kiss forever.
But it’s the look on her face that guts me.
Wide open, vulnerable, like she’s trusting me with something precious.
I’m struck by the weight of this. The way she looks at me makes me want to protect her, make her happy, and spend every day of my life giving her what she needs. I know right now, with absolute, bone-deep certainty, that I’ll never let her go. I couldn’t if I tried.
She pulls me closer, nails digging into my sides, and I lower myself to her, bracing on my elbows to keep from crushing her.
Her body is soft, hot, alive against mine.
My cock drags over the slick heat between her legs, and it takes every ounce of control I have not to just shove inside her and fuck her senseless.
She reaches between us and wraps her soft hand around my cock.
I groan, a sound ripped straight from my chest. “You’re killing me, sweetheart.”
“Good,” she says as her hand slowly slides up and down my erection. My mind blanks out. The only thing I can process is the tight, perfect grip of her hand, and the way her breath ghosts hot across my jaw.
She doesn’t stop. She squeezes, strokes again, and my hips snap forward, chasing her fist. The urge to pound into her hand is so strong my muscles lock up. Fuck, I want to last. I really do. But with Sierra? I’m losing my goddamn mind.
Her eyes lock on mine, and the way she looks at me undoes me. She’s not shy. She’s not scared. She’s hungry. And that makes me desperate to give her everything. Everything.
My hand wraps gently around her wrist, guiding her, showing her how I like it.
All too soon, I realize I’m not going to last much longer.
I pull out of her grasp and line my cock up at her entrance.
I don’t rush. Not yet. Even though my dick is about to explode, I want her to know I’ll always take my time with her.
I push the thick head against her, and she’s hot and slick and so goddamn ready.
“You ready, sweetheart?” My voice barely scrapes out of my throat.
She nods, lips parted, trembling under me. “Need you, Rogan. Please. I need you inside.”
That shreds the last of my self-control.
I press in, just the tip, and holy shit, she squeezes me so tight I’m pretty sure I’ll have a bruise on my cock.
She wraps her legs around my waist, heels digging into my back.
I can feel her trembling, and it does something wild to my head.
All my intentions to take it slow dissolve as her hands fist in my hair, yanking me down into a kiss that’s all teeth and tongue and pure need.
She’s tight, hotter than sin, and it takes every ounce of my self-control not to lose it and slam into her. Her nails rake down my back, her hips lifting to meet me, greedy for more. She moans into my mouth, and the sound damn near breaks me.
I brace one hand behind her head, the other wrapped around her hip, and start to move. The rhythm is instinctive, primal, but there’s nothing mindless about it. Every thrust is deliberate. I want her to feel how much she matters, how much I want her.
Her hands roam down my arms, across my back, and down to my ass like she’s trying to memorize every part of me. She gasps my name, voice high and shaky, and I grit my teeth, fighting the urge to come too soon.
But then she looks up at me, eyes wet and shining, and it’s like nothing else in the world exists. Just her and me, locked together. My body, my heart, my soul, all hers.
I fuck her slow and deep, savoring the way she clings to me, the way her breath hitches every time I bottom out inside her. Her body is perfect, built to fit mine, and I know in this moment that I’ll never want anyone else. Ever.
The world narrows to her, to the way she feels, the way she tastes, the way her body starts to shudder. I can feel her getting close, so I reach down, press my thumb to her clit, and rub gentle circles as I fuck her.
She cries out, head thrown back, mouth open and wild. “Oh my God, Rogan, I’m—”
She comes hard, pussy clamping around my cock so tight I nearly black out. The sight of her losing control is too much. I let go, driving into her one last time as I come, every muscle in my body going taut as I empty inside her.
After, I collapse on top of her, careful not to crush her, and bury my face in her neck. My whole body shakes like I just ran a marathon.
“Are you okay?” I mumble against her soft skin.
She squeezes me tight, like she’s never letting go. “Better than okay.”
I roll us so she’s sprawled out on my chest, her cheek pressed over my heart. She sighs, content, and I can’t help but run my hands up and down her back, just feeling the softness of her skin.
“You’re mine now, Sierra,” I whisper.
She hums, lazy and happy. “I like the sound of that.”
I stare up at the ceiling, stunned by how fast my world has changed. But I know, without a doubt, that this is it. She’s my everything now.
I pull the covers over us and close my eyes, still holding her tight. This is just the beginning. I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure she never regrets it.