Kit & Rogue (The Sons of Dusty Walker) by Sable Hunter Page B

him inside.
    “True, but remember, I belong to you now. I always have. From the moment I saw you in that snazzy red dress, the night you left me on the side of the road - naked.” He chuckled.
    She was glad they could laugh about it now. At the time, she’d been hurt and she’d lashed out in her own way. “You deserved it,” Kit said with a hint of teasing in her voice. They’d shared the world’s worst blind date ever. Elijah had paired up the two roping circuit competitors with drastic results. Rogue had tossed out careless words, not knowing she was in hearing distance. She’d repaid him by the teasing offer of sex, which she snatched away once he was naked and vulnerable at an isolated roadside park. She’d left him high and dry. He’d had to walk out to the highway for help. Fortunately, Kit had felt remorse and called his friend Elijah to pick him up. That was the last time they’d laid eyes on one another until he’d walked into the guest room at White Wing and found her sleeping in his bed.
    Despite their less than friendly date, the kisses they’d shared, even the bantering had left an impression. Neither had ever forgotten the other and both regretted how the evening had ended. Fate had been kind, and now here they were. Together.
    “Yes, I did.” Rogue admitted. “And for the record, I repeat, I never meant those things I said. You were the most talented, amazing woman I’d ever seen. I was a foolish kid who let his insecurity control his tongue. I’m not that man anymore.”
    “You’re the best man I know. You saved me from my stepfather and you helped me regain what my father always intended for me to have.” Wrapping her arms around his neck, she whispered in his ear. “Kiss me, my Rogue-Angel.”
    Kiss her. Oh, yea, that was the least he wanted to do to her. But kissing was a good place to start. He joined his mouth to hers, his tongue soothing over her lips, leaving an erotic trail of moisture behind.
    Not enough.
    He bent, claiming her mouth, kissing her once–twice. She opened her lips, accepted him, then nipped his lower lip. Her little act of aggression only excited him more. The burning fire of desire ran from his mouth to his cock. At this point, he was fully engaged. Cupping her hips, he massaged the twin globes, his fingers gliding over silky skin, coming to the front to tease the tender spot between her legs. She gasped, moving her mouth along his collarbone and letting her teeth rake the skin in playful challenge.
    Snaking his arm around her, he unfasted the bikini top, freeing those magnificent breasts. “Heaven knows, I love to look at you.” Cupping her tits in his palms, he lifted them, rubbing circles around her puffy areolas. Kit shivered and her nipples beaded into plump pink pearls. “And I sure love to touch.” Playing with the sensitive nubs, he pinched them, milked them–then moved his head down to place soft bites all around the tempting morsels until he gave in to her pleas and took one in his mouth.
    “Oh, Rogue.” She shuddered in his arms. “That feels so good.” 
    “Lift up, love.” She stood and he rid her of the matching bottoms, letting the scraps of black material float in the water. As soon as she was naked and slippery in his arms, he set about to enjoy what belonged to him. Fastening his lips over a turgid nipple, he sucked–long, slow, deep draws, pulling her tender flesh into his mouth. The pleasure of her on his tongue was so exquisite that his cock rose between them in the water. Moving his hand between her legs, he massaged the pad of her pussy with his whole hand, slipping fingers up through the wet folds and into the tender opening. “You’re so wet.”
    “How can you tell?” she asked in a joking tone. “That part of me is under water.”
    “It feels different–slippery, silky. Makes me want to slide inside.”
    “May I?” Her fingers curled around his cock, giving the steel shaft a little squeeze. Even under the warm water,