The Rogue
Chapter 23

The flurry of movement that followed passed in a blur. Ryan was vaguely aware of pulling Addison close, scooping her off the bar stool between heated k!sses.

The k!sses, he was very aware of—the advance and retreat of their tongues as they tasted and took, the needy little noise she made when he pressed harder over her mouth, the way it shot straight to his d!ck, making him as hard as if she’d touched him. He could k!ss this woman for days and never get enough of her, exploring every reaction to every touch. But right now, a sense of urgency pulsed through him, and he wasn’t about to check it.

Ryan wanted one thing, and one thing only.

He wanted her.

“Please,” Addison said, as if she’d read his mind. He started to move toward his bedroom with Addison fully in his arms, and she tilted her h!ps, the knot of her legs around his waist tightening. Ryan nearly stumbled from the shivers the friction sent up his spine, but no. He had a mission, and he wasn’t going to let anything keep him from it.

She thrust again, and okay. He was going to have to redirect, just a little. Lowering Addison to her feet, he led her to his bedroom, but didn’t take her to the bed. Instead, he shut the door to reveal the full-length mirror on the back, giving their eyes a minute to adjust to the shadows punctuated by the streetlight filtering in through his open blinds.

“Ryan.” She pressed up to k!ss him, all suggestion.

He answered by spinning her around to face the mirror. “You came here the other night to let me lose myself in something good.” Sliding her blond curls over one shoulder, he placed the softest hint of a k!ss over her exposed neck. “Now, I want to let you do the same thing. Lose yourself in this, Addison.” Ryan slid his tongue higher, teasing her earlobe until she sighed. “I want you to feel all of it. Every k!ss”—his l!ps brushed her temple—“every touch”—in one smooth pull, her shirt was on the floor, his fingers coasting over the bare, sweet skin of her shoulders—“every whisper and every scream. I want you to let go and lose yourself in me.”

A flash of vulnerability moved through her eyes, locking on his in the dark. But then, Addison nodded, and Christ, she was so beautiful that it damn near hurt.

With steadiness he didn’t feel, Ryan tugged off his own shirt, then reached around to undo the button on her jeans. They worked together to lower them from her body, and she toed her way out of her boots and socks, standing in front of the mirror in nothing but her bra and panties.

Ryan bit out a swear, but it was all appreciation. “Do you normally go to work with such sexy lingerie under your clothes?” he asked, running a finger over the slim pink ribbon masquerading as a bra strap. The whole thing was a confection, all thin lace and satin edging, with a little lace-up corset holding the cups together, bound between her br*easts by a tiny little bow that Ryan wanted to undo with his teeth.

“Not at work,” she said, arching into his touch as he traced the bra strap down to the outer curve of her br*east. “It’s not exactly”—she let go of a whimper as Ryan moved his hand higher, leaving her n!pple untouched—“practical. But other times, yes. I do.”

Christ, he was never going to be able to look at her in public without wondering what was under her clothes, now.

Focus. “It’s very sexy.” Unable to help himself, he skimmed his fingertips over her n!pple, his b***d heating at the way it stood at attention against the sheer lace. Addison m****d, and he met her eyes in the mirror.

“You want to feel more?” he asked, and she nodded.

“Please. Please.”

Funny how he had the fortitude to run into burning buildings, yet one whisper from this woman’s sweet, sinful mouth undid him. Reaching beneath her arms, Ryan pulled her back against his chest, cupping both br*easts in his palms. Addison’s breath shuddered out of her, her n!pples instantly tight and hard as he touched her over the lace. She watched his fingers trail over her, circling and sweeping, then sliding to the bow nestled between her tits. One pull had her bared to him, a shrug of each shoulder sending the fabric to the floor, and Ryan’s c0ck jerked against his fly at the sight of her.

But he refused to waver. Touching Addison without the barrier of the lace, he tested different pressures and strokes. He alternated between feather-light brushes on the sides of her br*easts, grazing his knuckles over the ridiculously soft skin there until she arched up in search of more. Ryan gave it, rolling her n!pples between his thumbs and forefingers, his movements keeping time with her breath as it moved faster and faster.

“Oh, f**k. I need you to touch me,” Addison said, her stance widening. Her panties, which were barely a scrap to begin with, were clearly we*t, and even if the building—hell, the whole goddamn world—burned down, Ryan wouldn’t hesitate.

“I see you, baby.” He lowered one hand from her br*east, coasting over her belly, the swell of her h!ps. “I’ve got you.”

His fingers dipped inside her panties, and oh, holy f**k. Her pvssy was so warm and slick, he let out a m**n that matched hers the second he made contact. He plunged two fingers deep between her legs, pumping only twice before slipping them up to circle her cl!t.

“Oh. Oh, God. More. More, more,” Addison breathed. Reaching down low, she guided his hand back to her pvssy, letting her own fingers slip between his arm and her body to circle her cl!t. Her eyes stayed fixed to their hands as they worked in tandem, with her pleasuring herself as he fvcked her in hard, fast thrusts of his hand. Watching her take exactly what she needed, from herself and from him, turned Ryan on so hard, he lost his breath, and he kept his rhythm steady until Addison’s gasps became pleading m***s.

“So good. So…” She broke off, moving her hand up to wrap her fingers around his wrist, holding his fingers inside her pvssy as she bucked her h!ps.

“That’s it. Feel it, sweetheart. Feel everything. Come for me.”

She rode his hand even harder, and he buried his fingers as deep as they would go. Her inner muscles clenched, squeezing him tight. Ryan crooked his fingers forward, searching for the spot he knew would drive her over the edge, adding pressure in tiny increments until she cried out. Her pvssy spasmed around him as the rest of her body stilled, but her eyes never left his in the mirror. He mirrored her when she slowed her own movements, then finally shifted his hands to her h!ps to turn her around to face him.

“That was hands-down the hottest f*****g thing I’ve ever seen,” Ryan said. Addison’s laugh loosened the intensity lingering in her eyes from their locked stare in the mirror, and she undid his jeans to slip her hand over his c0ck.

“Oh, good, because it was hands-down the hottest f*****g thing I’ve ever felt.”

Pleasure rocketed through him at both Addison’s words and the way she was stroking him with purpose. “Ah,” he grunted as she moved lower to caress his balls, and okay, he was so not going to make it if she kept this up. “As much as I’d love to let you touch me all night—and believe me, I really would”—he rocked into her palm as proof—“I’d way rather f**k you.”

Addison’s hand stilled, but only for a second before she took a step back and slid her panties over her thighs. Sitting back on his bed, she propped her elbows beneath her, opening her knees in invitation.

“Then come do it,” she said. “Let me lose myself in all of you.”

Ryan lost the rest of his clothes and grabbed a c0nd0m in record time. Addison watched with hungry eyes as he rolled it onto his throbbing c0ck, her thighs falling wider as he situated himself between her legs.

“So pretty,” he murmured, sliding the tip of his c0ck over her entrance. He was tempted to tease and tantalize, to build her org*asm slowly from scratch only to draw it out, uncovering everything that made her feel good. But the look on Addison’s face was all need, and more than anything, Ryan wanted to fill it. He pushed inside of her in one thrust, his breath leaving his lungs in a hard burst. Her pvssy clenched his c0ck in a squeeze of pleasure-pain, and he waited for just a second before pulling back an inch, then returning home.

Home. Right here, with their bodies joined together and the trust in Addison’s eyes as she looked up at him through the shadows, she felt like home.

She moved beneath him, sending his primal brain back to the fact that he was balls deep inside of her. Rocking against the cradle of her h!ps, Ryan began to thrust. Addison met every movement, the glide between them as flawless and natural as breathing. All too soon, the slick pressure tempted him to lose control. But he was supposed to be here for her, giving her all the pleasure so she could lose herself in him.

“Ryan,” she whispered. “I don’t want to lose myself in you. I want us both to be lost together. Come with me.”

The words sent an org*asm up from the base of his spine, pleasure crashing into him from all sides. Addison arched up, her own body trembling beneath his as he came with a shout. His breath heaved past his l!ps, his heart beating so hard that it thundered in his ears. Addison held him steady, though, her hands on his h!ps, in his hair, cradling his face.

He lowered himself over her, taking care to put most of his weight on one forearm before pressing k!sses to her forehead, her mouth, her chin. Finally, they disentangled their bodies, settling in beside each other as their breathing slowed further. Ryan’s muscles relaxed, sleep beckoning sweetly from the edges of his subconscious. Addison snuggled closer, and yes. Yes. With her here, in his bed and his arms and his life, he was home in a way he’d never been before.

It was the last thought he had before drifting off to sleep.