Will he even like what he sees once he gets me naked on that bed?Willwe even do it on the bed?
Or will my first time actually happen on the mahogany desk?
The wheels of my anxious mind spin out of control, and it isn’t too long before Rory invades my personal space again, his hot palms wrapping around my biceps.
He presses me to this spot, holding me with his intense, sensual stare.
“I can hear you overthinking, you know.” His thumb rubs the skin of my inner arm, soft and weirdly affirming.“Listen to me. Whatever happens tonight, it’s going to be your rodeo. What you want goes, and what you don’t want? Hands off. Agreed?”
And with just those words, Rory dials down the volume on my fears. My courage and anticipation return.
“Agreed.” A deep breath puffs up my chest. “If I’m calling the shots, then I say we go over to that bed?—”
I yelp when Rory picks me up and tosses me on the mattress.
His rough voice is only one notch above a growl as he crawls over my body. “What next?”
“I want you to kiss me.”
“And?”
My cheeks ache with self-consciousness. “Touch me all over and…”
His eyes burn darkly. “Touch you where?”
I cling to my courage. “My breasts,” I whisper.
Rory descends on me with a vengeance, kissing me until my lips are half raw. He teases me, gliding his thumbs in a slow circle toward the center of my breasts. When he finally brushes my nipples, he strokes them into hard points, a caress I feel between my legs. I don’t think anything could feel better until he rolls one between his thumb and forefinger. He keeps up themerciless torment, and I can’t stop from gasping and moaning against his open mouth.
He rears back far enough to look me in the eye. “What next?”
As he digs into my neck again, I lock my ankles around his waist.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, you know that?”
My face sizzles like a pan.
Rory notices my squirming and tucks his mouth to mine again, forcing me to focus on him. Only him.
When he pulls back, my breathing is ragged.
“I mean it, love.” His burning eyes pour into mine. “You’re perfect. Every exquisite inch of you.”
“You…” My voice catches. “You don’t have to flatter me like this.”
“Is that what you think I’m doing?” He studies me with narrow eyes, causing my heart to gallop even faster. Rory grinds against me, the steely bulge in his pants rubbing against my clit. “Does this feel like flattery to you?”
I whimper when he grinds again for good measure.
“New rule. No compliments.”
I drop my gaze from his eyes down to his collarbone. Now’s hardly the moment to bring up the fact that every compliment I’ve ever gotten from men were translations forwe’ll enjoy using you very much.
“And what am I allowed to give you instead?” Rory’s words leave me reeling as he slams a rough kiss on my mouth.
“What do you want to give me?” I mumble near his ear while he trails more kisses down my neck.
“This.” He grabs my hand and places it on the bulge.
