Book Boyfriend of the week:
(In Death Series)
"All right." She let her eyes close again. "All right. I'm not going to think about it anymore right now. Maybe by tomorrow I'll have a better shot at sorting it out. You're pretty good, Roarke," she said with a ghost of a smile.
"Thousands concur," he murmured and caught her nipple lightly between his thumb and forefinger.
The ripple effect made it all the way down to her toes. "That's not what I meant."
"It's what I meant." He tugged gently, listened to her breath catch.
"Maybe if I can manage to crawl out of here, I can take you up on your interesting offer."
"Just relax." Watching her face, he slid his hand between her legs, cupped her. "Let me." He managed to catch her glass as it slipped from her hand, and he set it aside. "Let me have you, Eve."
Before she could answer, he shot her to a fast, wracking orgasm. Her hips arched up, pumped against his busy hand, then went lax.
She wouldn't think now, he knew. She would be wrapped up in layered sensations. She never seemed to expect it. And her surprise, her sweet and naive response was, as always, murderously arousing. He could have pleasured her endlessly, for the simple delight of watching her absorb every touch, every jolt.
So he indulged himself, exploring that long, lean body, suckling the small, hot breasts, wet with perfumed water, gulping in the rapid breath that gasped from her lips.
She felt drugged, helpless, her mind and body burdened with pleasure. Part of her was shocked, or tried to be. Not so much at what she let him do, but at the fact that she allowed him complete and total control of her. She couldn't have stopped him, wouldn't have, even when he held her near to screaming on the edge before shoving her over into another shuddering climax.
"Again." Greedy, he dragged her head back by the hair and stabbed his fingers inside her, worked her ruthlessly until her hands splashed bonelessly in the water. "I'm all there is tonight. We're all there is." He savaged her throat on the way to her mouth, and his eyes like fierce blue suns. "Tell me you love me. Say it."
"I do. I do love you." A moan ripped from her throat when he plunged himself into her, jerked her hips high, and plunged deeper.
"Tell me again." He felt her muscles squeeze him like a fist and gritted his teeth to keep from exploding. "Tell me again."
"I love you." Trembling from it, she wrapped her legs around him and let him batter her past delirium.
Oh gosh! Roarke! YES! This man is something else. I enjoy every scene that he is in and when I'm not reading about him, I can't wait for him to show up on the page! I need to thank a few peeps! It's time for my: