Getting Rowdy
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She kissed his chin, his jaw, the top of his cheekbone and finally his mouth. “The wonder of it is that Dash somehow thought the women were talking to him.” The kisses trailed over his throat to his chest. “Because you are by far the sexiest man I have ever known.”
He rumbled a groan, enjoying how she rubbed against him. “I can’t imagine a better start to my day than having you naked, your mouth on my body.”
“My hand doing...this?” She curled her fingers around his erection, squeezing gently.
“Yeah,” Rowdy managed to say. “That, too.”
“Then you’ll love this.” He heard the smile in her voice, and the growing lust.
She kissed her way down his body, her mouth so hot and sweet that he stopped thinking and could only feel. She’d wrung him out last night, not only physically but emotionally, too.
When she’d climaxed, twice, she’d told him again that she loved him.
More and more she said it, and more and more he enjoyed hearing it.
He needed to hear it now.
“Tell me again.” Tangling a hand in her hair, Rowdy held himself perfectly still as she lightly bit his abdomen and then licked the spot.
“I love you, Rowdy Yates.” She brushed her cheek over the head of his dick. “So much.”
After last night, he should have been mellow. Instead, she easily put him on the ragged edge.
Never, not once, had Avery asked him how he felt about her. She didn’t demand he reciprocate. She didn’t insist on a declaration.
She just gave to him. “Again.”
“I love you.” Her lips touched his shaft in a butterfly kiss, making his every muscle coil tight.
Like an addict needing a fix, Rowdy squeezed his eyes shut and begged, “Again.”
Her tongue licked from the base up to the head.... “I love you.” She closed her mouth over him.
He groaned loudly, lost, immersed in sensation. His hips lifted off the bed as he strained upward against her.
She took him deeper, her tongue curling around him, her mouth so hot and wet—
“Avery.” He loved saying her name. He loved feeling her mouth, having her pleasure him. He loved...her.
Oh, God, he was lost. So f**king lost.
She stayed with him, sucking, licking, and he knew he wouldn’t last a second more.
He cupped one hand around her nape, keeping her close, and cupped the other to her cheek, his thumb finding her wet bottom lip. Such a turn-on. So f**king hot.
“Avery,” he said again, this time lower, his voice like gravel as he felt his testicles tighten, the hot surge of release.
It was too much.
It would never be enough.
He held her to him and let go, pleasure ripped from him, tension drained away.
He wasn’t aware of Avery crawling back up over him, or of her snuggling in close and holding him tight.
But he heard her when she whispered, oh-so-sweetly, “I love you, Rowdy Yates, and I always will.”
Still breathing like a bellows, he struggled to get it together, to fight the dampness burning the back of his eyelids. Thank God, Avery asked nothing of him. She just stayed close, curled around him, her hand over his thumping heart.
Time passed and still he didn’t move. He wasn’t sure he could. He knew Avery hadn’t gone back to sleep because she idly stroked him and every so often, almost as if she understood his turmoil, she pressed a gentle kiss to his ribs.
He could have stayed there like that for hours, recovering, wallowing in her love, fighting demons and struggling to make decisions, but the intrusion of his cell phone forced him to move.
Avery rolled to her back and stretched. That stalled him for a minute, seeing her lithe little body drawn tight, her hair all fanned out around her, her small pink ni**les and her sex—damp with need.
She relaxed again, smiled at him and said, “The phone?” with such a knowing, seductive note that he felt himself stirring again.
“Yeah.” Rowdy twisted and grabbed up the cell phone to check the caller ID. His sister. Shit. He answered with, “What’s up, kiddo?”
“I’ll be at your door in five minutes. If you’re doing anything I don’t want to see, stop and get dressed.”
He knew Pepper well enough that he could tell nothing was wrong. “The reason for the visit?”
“Logan is off working and I’m worried and I need a distraction. Alice and Marcus are busy with house stuff today, so you’re it.”
Avery had already sat up and pulled on a T-shirt, but no way would he leave her unsatisfied. “Can you make it ten minutes?”
“Seriously, Rowdy? It’s the butt crack of dawn. I figured I’d be waking you.”
“Sorry, no. Give me ten and then we’ll greet you.”
She sighed dramatically. “I’ll stop to buy coffee and doughnuts.”
“Perfect, thanks.” He disconnected the call and caught Avery before she could leave the bed. “Not so fast.”
“That was your sister, right? She’s due here soon?”
“I have ten minutes.” He drew her down flat to the bed. “And now it’s my turn.”
Trying to fend him off, she laughed. “You just had your turn.”
“And I thank you for that. But as incredible as it was, I enjoy getting you off, too.”
She touched his face. “I can wait.”
“Maybe.” He slid a hand between her thighs, found her hot, creamy, and his heart punched into overtime. “But I can’t.”
He rumbled a groan, enjoying how she rubbed against him. “I can’t imagine a better start to my day than having you naked, your mouth on my body.”
“My hand doing...this?” She curled her fingers around his erection, squeezing gently.
“Yeah,” Rowdy managed to say. “That, too.”
“Then you’ll love this.” He heard the smile in her voice, and the growing lust.
She kissed her way down his body, her mouth so hot and sweet that he stopped thinking and could only feel. She’d wrung him out last night, not only physically but emotionally, too.
When she’d climaxed, twice, she’d told him again that she loved him.
More and more she said it, and more and more he enjoyed hearing it.
He needed to hear it now.
“Tell me again.” Tangling a hand in her hair, Rowdy held himself perfectly still as she lightly bit his abdomen and then licked the spot.
“I love you, Rowdy Yates.” She brushed her cheek over the head of his dick. “So much.”
After last night, he should have been mellow. Instead, she easily put him on the ragged edge.
Never, not once, had Avery asked him how he felt about her. She didn’t demand he reciprocate. She didn’t insist on a declaration.
She just gave to him. “Again.”
“I love you.” Her lips touched his shaft in a butterfly kiss, making his every muscle coil tight.
Like an addict needing a fix, Rowdy squeezed his eyes shut and begged, “Again.”
Her tongue licked from the base up to the head.... “I love you.” She closed her mouth over him.
He groaned loudly, lost, immersed in sensation. His hips lifted off the bed as he strained upward against her.
She took him deeper, her tongue curling around him, her mouth so hot and wet—
“Avery.” He loved saying her name. He loved feeling her mouth, having her pleasure him. He loved...her.
Oh, God, he was lost. So f**king lost.
She stayed with him, sucking, licking, and he knew he wouldn’t last a second more.
He cupped one hand around her nape, keeping her close, and cupped the other to her cheek, his thumb finding her wet bottom lip. Such a turn-on. So f**king hot.
“Avery,” he said again, this time lower, his voice like gravel as he felt his testicles tighten, the hot surge of release.
It was too much.
It would never be enough.
He held her to him and let go, pleasure ripped from him, tension drained away.
He wasn’t aware of Avery crawling back up over him, or of her snuggling in close and holding him tight.
But he heard her when she whispered, oh-so-sweetly, “I love you, Rowdy Yates, and I always will.”
Still breathing like a bellows, he struggled to get it together, to fight the dampness burning the back of his eyelids. Thank God, Avery asked nothing of him. She just stayed close, curled around him, her hand over his thumping heart.
Time passed and still he didn’t move. He wasn’t sure he could. He knew Avery hadn’t gone back to sleep because she idly stroked him and every so often, almost as if she understood his turmoil, she pressed a gentle kiss to his ribs.
He could have stayed there like that for hours, recovering, wallowing in her love, fighting demons and struggling to make decisions, but the intrusion of his cell phone forced him to move.
Avery rolled to her back and stretched. That stalled him for a minute, seeing her lithe little body drawn tight, her hair all fanned out around her, her small pink ni**les and her sex—damp with need.
She relaxed again, smiled at him and said, “The phone?” with such a knowing, seductive note that he felt himself stirring again.
“Yeah.” Rowdy twisted and grabbed up the cell phone to check the caller ID. His sister. Shit. He answered with, “What’s up, kiddo?”
“I’ll be at your door in five minutes. If you’re doing anything I don’t want to see, stop and get dressed.”
He knew Pepper well enough that he could tell nothing was wrong. “The reason for the visit?”
“Logan is off working and I’m worried and I need a distraction. Alice and Marcus are busy with house stuff today, so you’re it.”
Avery had already sat up and pulled on a T-shirt, but no way would he leave her unsatisfied. “Can you make it ten minutes?”
“Seriously, Rowdy? It’s the butt crack of dawn. I figured I’d be waking you.”
“Sorry, no. Give me ten and then we’ll greet you.”
She sighed dramatically. “I’ll stop to buy coffee and doughnuts.”
“Perfect, thanks.” He disconnected the call and caught Avery before she could leave the bed. “Not so fast.”
“That was your sister, right? She’s due here soon?”
“I have ten minutes.” He drew her down flat to the bed. “And now it’s my turn.”
Trying to fend him off, she laughed. “You just had your turn.”
“And I thank you for that. But as incredible as it was, I enjoy getting you off, too.”
She touched his face. “I can wait.”
“Maybe.” He slid a hand between her thighs, found her hot, creamy, and his heart punched into overtime. “But I can’t.”
