Decoy (5 page)
“Buford?”
Roarke wrapped a fist around his penis.
“That's what I call this guy. He likes you a lot.”
“I've gotten quite fond of him, too,” she
said, tongue in cheek.
“Enough to give him exclusive rights?”
Roarke's tone was low and coaxing.
Melanie dragged her fascinated gaze from
the sight of him holding his own penis. She looked him in the eyes again, and
knew she was lost. She loved him too much to deny him anything. Not that she
planned to tell him that.
“I think I can live with an exclusive
agreement if you're willing to do the same.”
“I like the sound of that,” he ground out
roughly. “But I want more.”
She licked her lips. “Body, heart and
soul?”
He nodded in agreement, and then added,
“Vows, rings and you permanently sharing my bed.”
Marriage! Melanie's chest rose and fell
in agitation. He wanted marriage. It scared the hell out of her.
“No need to freak out on me,” he said,
his expression wry. “I don't mean today or tomorrow. I just wanted you to know
exactly where I stand. I'd like your promise to think about it.” With that, he
cupped her breast and began playing with her nipple, temporarily distracting
her.
Her body starting humming with renewed
desire. S
he couldn't believe how easily he
aroused her, but she couldn't afford to be sidetracked. Knowing him, there
wouldn't be many chances to discuss his deepest emotions.
“There's no doubt in your mind?” she
asked.
“I know it won't be easy. I'm a cop. You
know the risks. You experienced the worst of them yesterday. “
His
voice went low and gruff. “I'm also the jealous sort, so we'll have to deal
with that,” he warned, and then brushed a kiss over her lips, pulling her
closer so that he could rub his chest against her naked breasts. “Damn,
you make me so hot so fast that my head spins.”
Melanie caught her breath, then gasped
aloud as the broad head of his penis poked her in the belly. Passion sparked,
flooding her with heat at just the thought of having him deep inside her again.
“You're distracting me. How am I supposed
to think straight when you're touching me like that?” she challenged, grabbing
his head in both hands and pulling his mouth down to hers for a kiss.
He responded with a hard, demanding
pressure that pressed her head back to the pillow. Then he was sliding down her
body to suckle a rapidly hardening nipple.
“Don't think, just feel.”
She could feel him all right. Every hard
inch of him against every inch of her. Their
bodies
were made for each other, a perfect fit. She wondered if they'd ever get enough
of each other.
“Guess what I just realized,” she said on
a gasp as he plucked at one nipple with his teeth and tongue while he rolled
the other between his fingers.
“What's that?” he asked, sliding a hand
between her legs, his touch making her writhe and arch her back.
“We've had sex every way but the most
conventional.”
“I'm fixin' to correct that,” he
promised. Pressing his palms on her thighs, he opened them wide, and then
stared at her mound for so long that she felt herself dripping with desire.
“So pretty,” he insisted, then lifted his
gaze to hold hers.
The sincerity in his quietly spoken
words, make her heart trip. Her stomach muscles clenched and hot desire shot to
her core.
Next, he slid over her, positioning his
stiff, erect
penis into her wet heat.
Holding himself rigid, he stared into her eyes. “Tell me you love me,” he
demanded. “I want to hear it when I sink into you.”
Melanie studied the tension in his
features, the raw, primitive need in his expression. Her hands and toes curled
into the sheet and her body restlessly rocked beneath his. Her breathing was
ragged as he gently prodded her with short, teasing thrusts. She wanted him
more than her next breath. Wanted him now, tomorrow and the day after that.
Forever. So long, yet not nearly long
enough.
“I love you…”
He was thrusting into her before the last
word left her mouth, and she arched her back to take all of him as hard and
fast as he needed to take her. His mouth slammed onto hers at the same time,
his body shuddering with pent up emotion.
“I…love…you…too
,.”
“
he rasped, plunging deeper with each
forceful word.
Melanie lifted her hips; rocking against
him and feeling the tension build with each powerful penetration. She wanted to
make it last, wanted to keep him inside her forever, but too quickly he had her
rushing toward climax. She ground herself against him, clutching his tight
buttocks as the first fierce wave hit. It slammed through her body, making her
shudder and quake, then go limp.
Roarke refused to let her settle for one
orgasm. He grabbed her hips and tilted her higher and closer, pounding into her
with unrelenting strength. He pumped into her with feverish passion. Melanie
screamed as the second orgasm hit her, stealing what was left of her breath.
He wasn't finished yet.
“Mine!
You're
mine!” he shouted possessively, grinding his body against her in one final
thrust that sent them both over the edge.
Roarke wrapped his arms around Melanie as
they collapsed in sated exhaustion. Within minutes they were asleep, cocooned
in their own special world and dreaming of a future filled with love.
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