Page 243 of Rogue Riders Duet

“Then why don’t you?”

His lips curve into a smirk, and then he closes the distance. The kiss starts slow, but it doesn’t stay that way. Luc tilts his head, deepening it, and my heart skips a beat when his hand finds the small of my back and pulls me into him.

I clutch at his shoulders, my fingers sliding up into his hair, gasping softly as he bites my bottom lip, then soothes it with his tongue. He growls low in his throat, and I swear it vibrates straight through me.

His hands roam down my sides, over my waist, and mine do the same to him, until one settles at the hem of his shirt.

I tug it up slightly, breaking the kiss just long enough to murmur, “Too many clothes.”

He yanks my shirt over my head and tosses it aside, making me gasp as moonlight spills across my now-bare chest. His gaze drops to my revealed skin, and his lips part.

“That’s not what I meant, you sly dog!” I try to sound indignant, but the way my nipples tighten under his stare betrays me.

“Woof,” he growls with a wicked grin, then leans in to claim my mouth again.

This time, he kisses me like he’s starved, and it’s hungrier and hotter than before. Like he’s been waiting forever, and now he’s finally allowed to have a taste.

His rough palms skim over my waist to cup my breasts, and he circles my nipples with his thumbs until I moan into his mouth.

“Luc.” I arch into his touch. “Lose your shirt.”

“Of course, mademoiselle.” He leans back just enough to tug his shirt over his head, revealing smooth, golden skin and the chiseled lines of muscle that always make me want to bite him.

When his eyes meet mine again, there’s no teasing left, only something molten and soft.

“You’re perfect,” I murmur, breathless.

His smile is crooked and vulnerable all at once, and then he kisses me again, slower this time, reverent, like he’s thanking me for every inch of bare skin between us.

Finally.

That’s the only word that makes sense in my head. Finally. But he’s stealing thought, air, and every ounce of restraint I thought I had. We kiss, and kiss, and kiss, like we’ve been holding our breath for years and are finally coming up for air, only to give it to each other.

I kiss him harder, and he groans as he shifts his hips, letting me feel the press of his hard cock against my thigh. He presses into me and starts murmuring things in French, too fast and low for me even to pick up, but it doesn’t matter. It’s him. It’s his voice, soaked in need and heat.

Fuck, he’s so damn sexy.

He kisses down my throat, his teeth grazing the skin at my neck, nipping just enough to make me squirm. Then he moves lower, lingering at the hollow of my collarbone, before trailing down slowly, until his mouth wraps around my nipple. I grab onto his hair and gasp, holding tight and anchoring him to me as he sucks. A shudder wracks through my body as his suck turns into a nibble, sending a ripple of pleasure all the way to my toes. I moan, hips tilting, my whole body instinctively reaching for more.

His hands slip beneath the waistband of my sweatpants, sliding them down, and leaving me in just my boxers. He grips my pussy over the fabric, making my clit throb as he strokes me teasingly with his broad, warm palm.

“Huh,” he murmurs with a wicked little smirk. “That’s odd. I could’ve sworn there was a little something here last time I got a feel.”

My face burns, the flush already there from desire merging with embarrassment. “Yeah, well, it was a pair of socks.”

Luc throws his head back with a laugh, still palming me. His whole body shakes with it, and I can’t help it. I start giggling, too, my breasts bouncing with the rhythm. His laugh cuts off abruptly as he zeroes in on the movement, and mine chokes to a stop when he strokes up and down my slit, lighting my body on fire as he feels how damp the fabric has already gotten.

“No wonder you didn’t get hard for me. But you get wet for me pretty easily, it seems.”

I huff. “Full of yourself, Delacroix? You think you could have me?”

I’m not sure why I’m smack-talking the man rubbing my pussy like the champion he is, but I can’t seem to stop myself.

He smirks. “I already do, Petite.” Then he kisses me again, groaning into my mouth, like the sound is being pulled straight from his chest. “Fuck, I love you.”

My whole body stills.

Did he just?