Kit & Rogue (The Sons of Dusty Walker) by Sable Hunter, The Sons of Dusty Walker Read Free Book Online

senses were heightened. He felt everything–the graze of her hips to his, the soft acceptance of his hardness.
    Rising up on tiptoe, she pressed herself against him. “You have the sexiest mouth, Rogue Walker.”
    Her breath was soft against his lips and he covered her mouth, capturing her words. He wanted her so much that he was tempted to just rip off her panties, free his cock and nail her to the wall. But Kit deserved more, she deserved finesse, all the care he could give her.
    Kit could tell he was holding back. She ran her hands over his face, down his neck, letting them catch on the collar of his shirt. Starting at the top, she began working on the buttons. He was such a man–his size, his muscles, that dark hair and vivid green eyes. “Why me. Rogue?” The question came unbidden from her lips. “You could have any woman in the world. Why me?”
    Framing her face, he stared into those beautiful sea blue eyes. “There is no other woman for me. We fit. You’re my other half.” Letting his hands slide down to her shoulders, he slipped her dress down her arms so she could step out of it. “My body responds to you. Only you. You are perfect.”
    “I’m glad,” Kit sighed. “Because my heart is set on you, Walker.”
    “I will not let you down,” he promised.
    A few frantic moments later, they were both unclothed and he was pressed flush to her body. Kit was between the proverbial rock and the hard place, the wall to her back and his rock solid body to her front. She felt sexy, safe and ready.
    Trailing his fingers softly down her face, Rogue closed his eyes and let his body appreciate hers. Soft skin. Full breasts. A feminine shape that could bring him to his knees. Lifting her slightly, he coaxed her legs around his waist. “Fuck, that’s right,” he bowed his head as his cock found a nestling place against her tender sex. Her fingers kneaded his chest and shoulders as he pushed toward her in slight pulses, instinctual flexes of his hips. Over and over again he kissed her–just because. Just because he wanted to, just because he needed to–because he loved her. Each contact of her flesh to his sent arcs of electricity coursing through him. As it raced down his back, the pleasure settled in his balls, pulling them up tight to his body and lengthening his cock.
    Running her hand over his shoulder, she clasped him around the neck. With deliberate intent, she rested the softness of her breasts against his chest, then proceeded to rub from side to side, letting her nipples tangle in the mat of hair on his chest. “God, I love this,” she whispered. “Being with you is all I’ve ever wanted.”
    Her admission enflamed him, his hunger rose and he kissed her hard. Easing his hands between them, he found her nipples. With thumb and first finger, he tweaked, rubbing, milking the hard nubbins until she was mewling, begging for him. Rogue smiled, he knew what to do to make his baby feel good.
    With an impassioned cry, she bent her head to his shoulder. He was her rock, her sanctuary. She lay against his massive chest, hard with powerful muscles, he cut an intimidating figure by anyone’s standards. And he was hers.
    “Kiss me, I’m still starving for you,” he commanded. Cupping her head, he tilted it back, swallowing the small gasp of surprise. He pushed his tongue past her lips, fucking the tender cavern in the same way his cock was eager to possess her pussy.
    Clenching her arms about his neck, she massaged the strong cord of his neck, letting his arousal carry her away. His excitement was evident in the way he pushed her until her shoulder blades and hips rested firmly against the wall, holding her a willing prisoner as he ravished her mouth. Kit hadn’t known passion like this existed, especially for her. Rogue acted as if she was necessary for his very survival. He ate at her mouth, his hands hungry on her body, he seemed to be gorging on her as if he was famished, needing as much from her as fast as