When he looked at her like that, when she could see those beautiful blue eyes and then he... Oh lord, he was going to be the death of her. The most enjoyable death known to any woman.

Rogue could feel that pressure building up in her, each delicious touch adding to the fire that had her squirming in his grasp, both trying to get closer to him and move away. Because everything he was making her feel was too much and nowhere near enough, and the sounds falling from her lips were enough to tell him so. Whimpers and moans accompanied each breath, and she was losing the ability to tell what exactly he was doing down there other than making her feel amazing.

"Steve..." His name was like a prayer, offered up as a plea and a promise. "Don't stop, please."