Redemption (Cavan Gang #2) (8 page)

Her words were tough, but he could see a glimpse of vulnerability in her gaze, in the way she’d hunched her shoulders as though expecting him to reject her.

He could never reject her.

“I want you,” he told her.

Her eyes flared and she took a step towards him. Rogan held a hand up to still her. “But I won’t do anything to scare you. It’s only been a week. You need to recover.”

“What I need is for you to take me to bed and fuck me. I’ve talked it all through with my therapist and yeah, I’ve had a few bad moments since I was attacked. But the bastard is dead. He can’t hurt me. So kiss me.”

He stared at her lips, wanting her desperately.

“It’s not easy for me to ask and if you turn me down, then I’ll have to find some hole to crawl into and die of embarrassment. I want you. I need you. You won’t hurt me or scare me. I need to be touched. Please don’t make me beg.”

Unable to resist her—he was no saint—he leaned in and kissed her.

“You’re sure?” he asked.

“Yes.”

Lifting her up into his arms, he moved out of the room to the stairs.

“Wow, you can move fast when you’re motivated,” she said with a grin.

Entering her bedroom, he placed her gently on the bed. Taking a step back, he undid the buttons on his shirt. “This is a bad idea. You’re my ward.”

“This isn’t the eighteen hundreds and I’m a grown woman. I know what I want and it’s you.”

“I should turn you away, but I’m not strong enough.” He stripped off his pants and boxers.

Miller’s eyes widened, the admiration on her face enough to make any man feel ten feet tall.

“You’re beautiful,” she whispered.

He raised his eyebrows. “I believe that should be my line.”

“No, I’m nowhere near as beautiful as you. You’re magnificent.” Her gaze dropped to his cock. “And huge.”

“Touch me,” he whispered.

Reaching out, she touched him tentatively.

“Harder, he won’t bite.”

“Does he have a name?”

Now that was the most bizarre question he’d ever been asked in the bedroom, and he’d been asked a few.

“No.”

“I’m going to call him Quincy.”

“You are not going to call my dick Quincy.” His breath caught as she grew bolder, running her hand up and down his length.

“Richard?”

“No.”

“Hunter?”

He snorted out a laugh. “No, and stop making me laugh.”

“I like making you laugh. You don’t do it often enough.”

He had little to joke about.

“Enough. You’ll make me come.” He gently drew her hand away.

“Isn’t that the idea? Or is there no coming during sex either?”

Rogan shook his head then lay next to her, slowly drawing her T-shirt up her body. He ran his fingers over her silken legs.

“There’s no coming before you do.”

“How generous of you.” Her breath quickened as he pushed her shirt up to her belly.

“No panties?” he asked in a strangled voice. Her pussy was waxed. Completely bare. He brushed a finger over the top of her mound. “When did you do this?”

“Natalya talked me into it. I was beginning to look like Sasquatch down there.”

He snorted. Had he ever laughed this much during sex? No, because sex wasn’t fun. It was all about fulfilling a need. He got laid, thanked the woman then said a quick good-bye. No attachments, no feelings, no ties.

Just the way he liked it.

Until now.

He ran his finger between her slick lips. “You’re wet.”

“Duh. You’re the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen. Of course I’m turned on. Isn’t that the point?”

“How many naked men have you seen?” He worked hard to control his jealousy.

“Eric Northman sunbathing naked is going to be forever etched in my mind.”

“Miller,” he growled.

“I’m not a virgin, Rogan. I’ve slept with a few men. None of them could hold a candle to you.”

He was acting like an insecure idiot. No one else mattered. Not when she was in his bed.

Rogan drove a finger inside her pussy, making her gasp. “Oh hell.”

“Mine,” he muttered, knowing he sounded like a caveman but unable to help himself. He wanted to possess her. He wanted to mark her. He wanted everyone to know whose she was.

And that they touched her at their own peril.

Christ, he was losing his fucking mind.

Calm down before you scare her.

He strummed her swollen clit with his thumb. “Pull your shirt up; show me your breasts.”

Her cheeks were flushed. With shaking hands, she revealed small, pert breasts. “They’re not very big.”

“Hush, they’re perfect.” He continued to play with her clit as he leaned in and sucked one red berry into his mouth.

Miller moaned and he lifted his head to check on her. There was no hint of panic, just need filling her eyes as her breath came in sharp pants.

“I want you to tell me if you feel at all scared. Let me do all the work, all right?”

“I think I can deal with that.”

“Any pain and we stop.” Her body was still bruised from the attack.

“No pain here,” she told him. “Nuh-uh. In fact, I think you might have found the perfect painkiller.”

He grinned. “Sex?”

“Yep.”

“You’re going to want sex every time you stub your toe?”

“And I’m awfully clumsy.” She batted her eyelashes at him and he let out a low chuckle.

“You’re trouble.”

Rolling her to her side, he kissed her deeply. The taste of her filled him. His balls grew tighter, and the need to take her grew until there was nothing else. Just her. Just his desire for her. He slid his finger from her pussy, ignoring her whimper of protest. He’d soon make it up to her. Kissing his way down her body, he paid a lot of attention to her breasts and nipples. When he reached her pussy, he paused.

“Still good?”

“Better than good,” she replied. “Stupendous. Magnificent.”

With a grin, he helped her strip. “Lie back and spread your legs.”

He moved between her open thighs, staring at the glistening lips of her pussy. “Beautiful.”

“Are you going to stare at it all night?”

“Hush.”

“Oh, you did not just hush me, Mr-oh crap!” She broke off mid-sentence as he licked over her clit.

He took one long lick of her pussy. Christ, she tasted good. He slid two fingers deep inside her, pumping them in and out of her slick warmth as he continued to play with her clit. Flicking it, circling it.

“Rogan!”

“Give in, baby. Come for me.”

He could feel the tension in her body. Knew she was close.

“Come, Miller!”

She let out a loud yell as she came, her pussy tightening around his fingers.

“Oh, oh.” Shudders rocked her body and he watched her closely. When she opened her eyes, a smile of satisfaction curved her lips.

“That was amazing.”

Rogan moved to lie on his side beside her. He ran his finger over her breast.

“Amazing, huh?”

“Tremendous. Stupendous. But I know something else that would feel even better.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to rush you.”

She slowly rolled onto her side then reached down and clasped his cock. “Oh, I think I’ll survive. If you’re very, very gentle.”

He sucked in his breath, barely managing to refrain from. “You’re an evil woman.”

“I need you, Rogan.”

He couldn’t refuse her. Plus, his balls were so tight he was worried he might actually have done some damage down there. “I haven’t got anything.”

“I’m on the pill and I’m clean.”

“I’m clean as well. I’ve never had sex without a condom.” He’d never known anyone other than Victoria well enough to sleep with them bareback. And he hadn’t trusted her enough not to fuck her without protection.

But he trusted Miller. “You sure? I can go get something.”

“Right, and risk meeting someone in the passage with a box of condoms in your hand?” she asked.

“A box? Baby, I’m flattered but I haven’t gone through a box in one night since I was eighteen.”

“Well, I thought this wouldn’t happen just once.”

He rolled onto his back, drawing her on top of him. As he slid inside her, he kissed her thoroughly. Fuck. His vision blurred, the pleasure of her pussy clenching around him, welcoming him inside her was almost enough to blow his mind.

Rogan had to pause for a moment to regain his senses. He would not come in the first thirty seconds.

He would not.

“Rogan.”

“Yes?”

“Move.”

Yeah, that sounded like a plan. Moving as slowly as he could, he guided her with his hands around her hips.

“Faster. Harder.”

“Don’t. Want. To. Hurt. You.” His teeth clenched against the need to let go and plunge inside her.

“You won’t hurt me, you overprotective male.”

“You need protecting. You attract trouble.”

“It’s a talent. Please, Rogan. You’re killing me.”

Rogan moved faster. His pleasure grew. The sounds of arousal drifting from her lips only pushed him on. Need drummed through him, the beat growing louder, faster until the crescendo hit and he came with a roar. Soft pulses milked him as Miller moaned, coming as well.

Miller collapsed against him. He held her gently, running his hand over his hair. “Are you well?”

“Hush.”

Hush? Was she kidding?

“I’m savoring the moment. I didn’t know it could be like this.”

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“I didn’t know I could soar. I never realized it could be like that.”

He kissed her. “Me neither.”

She rolled off him. He placed his arms under his head. As the arousal cleared from his head, he started to think more clearly.

“I don’t do relationships,” he warned her.

She grew silent. “Wasn’t aware I was asking you for one. I just wanted to fuck.”

Those words didn’t feel right coming from her lips. Miller wasn’t the casual type.

“I’ve only ever had one relationship. It was a disaster.”

“What happened?” she asked.

“Victoria thought she was in a real life episode of
The Sopranos
. She didn’t realize I worked long hours, I don’t talk about my job, and I wasn’t going to deck her out in diamonds and furs.”

“She sounds like fun.”

“Our relationship lasted about three months before she found someone more attentive and morally corrupt.”

“Morally corrupt?”

“He’s a politician. They’re married. I have no idea how to be in a relationship. I know I’d be overprotective. I’d probably smother you. You would always be at risk. It’s a bad idea.”

“Again, I don’t remember asking you to be in a relationship with me. And you’re protective of everyone close to you, even if you like to deny it. You won’t smother me because I won’t allow it. I’m no pushover.”

“I know that. You’re strong. Stronger than you think you are. But being close to me is dangerous.”

She snorted. “Give it up, Rogan. That’s just an excuse.”

“What do you mean?”

“Nowhere is completely safe. But you make me feel protected, secure. I’ve never had that before.”

“I have enemies.”

“So do I.”

Really? What sort of enemies could she possibly have? Some sort of sworn nemesis who’d stolen her lunch money as a child?

“You think my father hasn’t pissed people off over the years? Any of them could decide to use me for revenge. And what about the Vipers? What if they hold some sort of grudge against me over Iker’s death?”

“If anyone holds a grudge over his death, they’ll come to me. I have an agreement with the Vipers. They’ll leave you alone.” If they knew what was good for them.

They wouldn’t be bothering her again.

“My point is the world isn’t safe. You can’t protect me from everything. The other night proved that.”

He could have protected her if she’d stayed here where she was safe. “You’re safe here.”

She gave him a suspicious look. “I’m not hiding here from the world. I called Sofia today. I have a shift at Solnyshko on Monday. They’re really short staffed.”

He stiffened. He’d need to handle this carefully. He didn’t want to step on her sense of independence.

“You’re not going back there.”

Or he could try to bulldoze right over her. Idiot.

“Yes, I am.”

“I forbid it.”

She snorted and patted his cheek. “Have those delusions returned? You really need to bash them into submission.”