The Rogue
Chapter 18

Getting out of the car, walking the neatly paved path to Ryan’s building, making their way to his threshold—all of these things happened in a blur. A steady pulse of yes-yes-yes twined with Addison’s heartbeat, and by the time he got the key into the lock and the door out of the way, she was certain she would spontaneously combust.

He locked the door behind them, turning to look at her. He’d left a light on somewhere deeper in the condo, and it cast just enough glow for Addison to catch the emotion running rampant over his gorgeous face. All of those feelings, raw and real and completely unfettered, lit something up inside of her, making her want him even more. She closed the space between them in only a few strides, her mouth on his and her fingers in his hair. Ryan’s hands found her h!ps, his grasp tightening over the denim there as he clutched her hard, their bodies flush and touches desperate, and some back alley of her brain sent a thought forward that she couldn’t ignore.

“Ryan,” she whispered, less than an inch separating their mouths. Yes, she was certain she wanted this. Hell, as much as she’d tried to convince herself otherwise, she’d wanted it for weeks. But he’d been through emotional hell in the past twenty-four hours, and she had to know. “Are you sure?”

His stare went dark on hers. “I am sure that, right now, I’m so full of feelings that I could probably f*****g explode. And I’m also sure that I want to forget all of them and just feel good, even if it’s only for tonight.” He lifted a hand to cup her face. “But what I’m most sure of is you, Addison. I’m sure of this.”

Ryan k!ssed her, and oh, she was gone for him. Every sweep of his tongue, every taste and every touch all fueled the need within her, even as they made her want more. Addison arched against his torso, pinning his back to the front door with her body and returning his k!sses with all she had. A low growl vibrated through his chest, and okay, yeah, that was f*****g hot.

“Mmmm.” She reached between them, tugging her jacket from her shoulders at the same time he maneuvered out of his and threw it to the floor. “Less clothes.”

He agreed by way of whipping off his shirt, and holy guacamole, how could he be even more beautiful than she remembered?

She ran her hands over his shoulders, mapping his muscles with care before skimming her way over his chest. The fine dusting of hair there rasped beneath her fingertips, the friction sending a tremor directly to her cl!t.

“Addison.” Ryan exhaled in a burst, dropping his chin to watch her fingers move lower, over his abs. He reached for her, but she shifted back, much to the shrieking disapproval of pretty much every body part below her neck.

“You want to lose yourself in this, right? To forget everything else, just for tonight?” Addison let her touch linger on the smattering of a happy trail leading from his navel downward. His h!ps pushed up, clearly in search of contact, and the need rolling off of him sent a shiver down her spine.

“Yes,” Ryan said.

“Then do it.”

She didn’t hesitate. Dropping to her knees, she undid the button, then the zipper on his jeans before freeing the denim from his h!ps. Under other circumstances, she’d take her time, teasing and stroking her way into a slow build. But then, Ryan cut out a needful m0an, his c0ck jerking against the thin fabric of his boxers, and nothing in the universe could’ve stopped her from touching him.

“Addison. Please,” he whispered, his voice going tighter as she lowered his boxers over his thighs—God, even his thighs were se*xy as hell—and circled her fingers around his c0ck. Addison swept her tongue over him in one long line, reversing the path, then re-tracing it with her fingers, and his gr0an made her want to give him everything. She let her movements chase each other, once, then again. Ryan let go of another m0an, his muscles tight with need, and she didn’t hold back. Shifting her weight, she parted her l!ps over his c0ck to take him as fully into her mouth as she could.

“Oh…f**k,” Ryan grunted. “Baby, that’s so good.”

The raw desire turning the words to gravel sent a bolt of heat through Addison. We*tness gathered between her legs, her own want growing more demanding. But she didn’t stop. Balancing soft strokes of her l!ps and tongue with firmer glides of her hand, she worked Ryan’s c0ck, using his breath to guide her rhythm. His hands found her shoulders, his h!ps moving in time with her mouth over and over as he whispered and pleaded and cursed. She tilted her head just slightly to chance a look up at him, and oh. Oh, with his head tipped up and his eyes squeezed shut in pure pleasure, he was beautiful. His muscles flexed with every motion, his breath growing faster and more uneven until his gaze flickered down to meet hers.

“Addison.” His tone carried a warning, his control clearly slipping, but she refused to heed it.

Addison pulled back, but only far enough to say, “Be here.” Another glide of her mouth. Another pump of her hand, drawing him closer to the edge. “Be here with me, Ryan.”

She parted her l!ps back over him, svcking and stroking until his muscles went rigid beneath her touch. Her own desire burned even as his broke, his fingers tangling in her hair and his body locking into stillness as he came. Addison stayed right there with him, taking everything he had to give before slowing her ministrations, bit by bit. But before she could fully part from Ryan’s body to stand, his palms were under her arms, hauling her swiftly to her feet.

“Come with me. Right. Now,” he said, pausing just long enough to yank his boxers and jeans back into place, then grabbing her hand to head farther into the shadows.

“O-kay.” Addison’s answer was far breathier than she intended, the intensity on his face making her skin flush. Her chest filled with butterflies that grew both larger and more insistent when Ryan led her to his room. Stopping at the foot of his semi-made bed, he pressed a shockingly gentle k!ss over her mouth.

“Yes,” he whispered, his l!ps moving to the curve of her ear to linger. “I want to lose myself in this.” His breath coasted over her ear, turning her n!pples instantly hard. How could he turn her on so thoroughly without even touching her? “And yes, watching you svck my c0ck was insanely hot.”

He trailed the softest k!sses from her temple to her jawline, lighting up every nerve ending along the way. “But what I really want”—his stubble brushed her neck as his k!sses moved lower, and oh God, she was going to die on this spot and love every second of it—“is not just to lose myself.”

Ryan lifted her shirt over her head, letting it flutter to the floor. His l!ps returned to search her shoulder, her collarbone. “What I want is to lose myself in you.”

He undressed her with efficient moves, her b*ra gone with a turn of his wrist, her jeans following with one smooth pull. Addison gave him an assist with her boots and socks, kicking out of both before returning the favor to relieve him of everything but his boxers. She’d felt the anticipation of physical release that went with se*x before, of course. But the way Ryan touched her with such promise brought her arousal to a whole different place where she didn’t just want the se*x. She wanted him, with his recklessness and all of those emotions he wore like a neon sign.

He guided her over his bed, settling her in the middle and caging her shoulders with both palms flat against the mattress.

“Ryan,” she whispered, her voice velvety and loaded with need, but she didn’t care.

He responded by trailing a line of hot, open-mouthed k!sses down her neck. Each one tested Addison’s composure, and by the time his mouth hovered over her br*eastbone, her panties had gone far past damp.

“God, look at you,” Ryan murmured, his gaze traveling over her br*easts to the dip of her belly, then the slick lace between her legs. He parted his l!ps over one n!pple, and there was no holding back her m0an. Pleasure pulsed directly to her cl!t, her spine arching in search of more.

“You like that.” His breath was cool on her overheated, hyper-sensitive skin, and add one more thing to the long list of ways she’d gladly die.

“Yes.”

He did it again without warning, taking her n!pple in a hard, fast svck before k!ssing his way down her rib cage, then her stomach. “And this?”

Her h!ps moved without her consent, but the rest of her body cheered them on. “Yes.”

Ryan edged lower, tracing a line over her inner thigh with his tongue. He stopped at the edge of her panties, her lace-covered pvssy directly in his line of sight, and he dragged a finger over the we*tness there.

“That,” Addison m0aned.

His grin was pure wickedness. “Oh, sweetheart. I’ve been dying to taste you again for months. You may enjoy the hell out of it, but this?” He pressed again, deliberate and slow. “This is all for me.”

Her panties were gone in a blink, her body bare and aching. Ryan covered her pvssy with a hard, relentless push of his tongue, and she levered her h!ps off the mattress to keep him right there with her.

“Ah,” she cried, more of a sound than an actual word. She thrust her h!ps against the spot where—thank you, God and all the angels—his tongue was still buried. There was nothing sweet or gentle about the way he moved. No, this was a claiming, all brazen strokes of his tongue, circling her cl!t with flawless pressure. Ryan slid his hands under her a*ss, m0aning in pleasure at her pleasure, and her release, which hadn’t been far off to begin with, sparked from a spot deep in her belly. Addison rocked against him, her gasps spilling past her l!ps as he licked faster, right where she needed him most.

Hooking one of her thighs over his shoulder, he held her steady, slipping his thumb over her cl!t and burying his tongue deep. Her pvssy clenched for one bright beat of a second before her org*asm crashed into her, her inner muscles tightening and releasing and making her feel things she’d been certain were a myth. Still, Ryan didn’t slow, sliding in and out of her in even strokes and creating friction with his thumb over all that slickness between her legs. Her cl!t was beyond sensitive, turning his touch to a pleasured ache, and the intensity made her lose her breath.

“I can’t…I’m…” Addison trembled, as if she were feeling every single sensation that ever existed, all at once.

“You’re perfect,” he said, circling faster. Pressing harder, and oh, God. “Come for me again, sweetheart. Then, we can forget together.”

Another org*asm flew through her—or maybe it was just the first one, still going. She was too far gone to know. Ryan was right there with her, holding her close until he’d wrung every last tremor from her body, then lessening his touches by degrees until she went completely lax.

“That…you…” Okay, yeah. She still had no command of her brain.

He chuckled, brushing a feather-light k!ss on the inside of her knee before shifting to line their bodies up more fully. “Enjoyed it as much as you did.”

The feel of his c0ck, hard again and pressing against her lower belly, was a testament to that. Still… “Doubtful,” Addison managed.

“Guaranteed.” Ryan dipped down to k!ss her. “Those little noises you make?” He slid his mouth to her ear, tugging the lobe between his l!ps until she sighed. “Like that.” He laughed, k!ssing his way to her jawline, then back to her mouth. “The way you taste. The pure honesty on your face when you come. It just makes me want you that much more.”

“I see that,” she said, edging her fingers down low to stroke his c0ck. He thrust against her in response, and just like that, warmth and want rebuilt between her legs. “I want you, too,” she whispered.

Ryan took a condom from his nightstand drawer, quickly rolling it into place and returning to his spot over her. Using his palms, he spread her thighs wide, sliding the tip of his c0ck over the length of her entrance. Addison’s body tightened, so empty she nearly cried out. But then, as if he could read the desperate need pumping through her, he pushed inside her in one smooth stroke. The sudden fullness tore a gasp from her throat, the slick pressure of his c0ck inside of her threatening to short-circuit her brain. But they were here to forget, to lose themselves in exactly this, so she let her body take over. Sliding her h!ps back by a fraction, she rocked against him.

Ryan sent a breath through his teeth. “So good. You feel…” He reclaimed the space, filling her to the hilt for just a beat before repeating the slow, deep thrust.

“So do you,” she said. “Please, Ryan. Don’t stop.”

He didn’t. Shifting to his knees, Ryan started to move faster, his hands on her h!ps to hold her close. He tested different rhythms, some slow and purposeful, others faster, harder, and each one lit Addison up, turning her arousal into something she had no name for.

She watched his body move in the barely there light, his abs flexing, his hands anchoring her h!ps as he fvcked her in sure strokes. The absolute intensity on his face sent another shot of need through her, and she reached out to pull him closer, their bodies flush from their mouths all the way to the spot where he was buried inside of her. The change in angle had him hitting some elusive place deep inside her pvssy, and she rocked even harder against his c0ck.

“Oh, my God,” she gasped. Pleasure coiled up from her spine, beckoning, then growing more insistent. Ryan thrust faster, his shaft sliding over her cl!t once, twice, and f**k, she was lost. Her release made her want his all the more, her pleasure deepening as his motions grew faster. With one final thrust, his body went bowstring tight, his voice gravel and sin over the whisper of her name.

As their bodies slowed and their breathing turned back to normal, Addison realized she was in utterly uncharted territory. She should be charting an exit strategy. Some way to slip from the bed and replace her clothes and keep herself safe from all the feelings currently pumping through her veins.

But then, Ryan k!ssed her and pulled her close, and instead of running, she took a risk.

She let him.