“Good.” His eyes darken and he rests his forehead on my sternum as he takes a deep breath. His expression tells me this is the best thing that’s ever happened to him.
Me, too, I think.
I want him. I don’t care about the consequences, and I don’t care if I get hurt.
His hand slides between my legs and he presses a firm circle against the front of my panties. My back arches as pleasure loops through me.
“Oh my god,” I murmur, looking up at Rory’s dark, lazy grin.
“You get so wet for me.” A flush spreads over his cheekbones. “I fucking love that, Hazel.”
I jerk a nod, running my hands over his chest while his hand works between my legs, winding me higher, but when I reach for his stiff cock pressing against my stomach, he shakes his head.
“Not yet.”
“Please.”
He lets out a low laugh and lifts his eyebrows, still rubbing intoxicating, pleasurable strokes against that bud of nerves. “I’m not going to last if I give you what you want.”
His gaze drops to my breasts and his expression turns tight. A moment later, he’s on his knees, reaching around to unhook my bra and yank my panties down.
“That’s better,” he says before his hand returns to my pussy and I arch into him.
His lips find my nipple, and the feel of his tongue on the pinched peak sends electricity rippling through me.
I reach for his cock again, but he grasps my wrist and pins it to the bed above my head.
“Give me your other hand,” he says, still massaging my clit, and I desperately want him to keep going, so I do what he says.
He binds my wrists together with his big hand, and a slow smile spreads over his mouth.
“I don’t know why I like this with you,” he says, gaze flicking up to where his hand holds my wrists down, “but I do.” His throat works and he’s breathing hard, studying my face between glances at where his hand moves between my thighs. “I just want you all to myself.”
Pressure builds low in my belly, around the base of my spine, and behind my clit. “I want that, too,” I admit. “I like when you do this.”
He smiles that dark, pleased smile again like it was the perfect thing to say, and I get another hit of pleasure from giving him what he needs. Whatever Rory wants, I want to give it to him.
His jaw tightens as his fingers slide through my wetness. “You know you’re mine, right?”
I nod again, eyelids drooping at the increasing ache behind my clit.
“Mine and only mine.”
My toes curl. I never thought I’d love hearing those possessive words out of Rory’s mouth, but here I am, soaking them up with delight.
“Say it.” His amused voice is cut with possession, and his gaze pins me.
“Yours and only yours,” I breathe. “I need to come.”
He sucks in a sharp breath and releases my wrists. “Get on your stomach.”
“What?” I lift my head as he kneels, waiting. His cock juts out, begging for my attention, moisture beading on the tip. I lean forward and lick it off, and his hand sinks into my hair, gripping tight. “Hazel.” His tone is dark and teasing as he pulls me back from his cock by the hair. “What did I just say?”
Even though I’m wound tight, swirling with heat and pressure and the desperate need to come, I’m laughing silently.
“I can’t remember,” I lie, grinning at him, and he shakes his head, eyes bright and mouth curling into something wicked.
Wicked and fucking hot.
“I was going to fuck you,” he says in that playfully threatening voice, still holding the back of my hair in his fist. “But now I’ve changed my mind because you’re a fucking brat.”
CHAPTER 67
HAZEL
Excitement swoops in my stomach. This is it, isn’t it? This is exactly what I’ve always needed in a guy. What Rory and I have trickles into everything. He is what I’ve always needed in a guy. My pulse picks up in anticipation.
“Get on all fours.”
I’ve barely turned over when his hands come to my hips and he hauls me to my knees, wet and bared for him. Hesitation streaks through me—I haven’t been in this position for years. It’s submissive and vulnerable, and I usually don’t like it.
Like he senses my skittish thoughts, his big hand smooths over my lower back. “You okay, baby?”
I focus on the warmth of his hand on my skin and nod, dragging in a deep breath. “Uh-huh.”
He’d never push me too far. He’s always watching me, gauging my reaction.