His hands and lips leave my body and he guides me into a standing position with his hands. As it has been, he controls the situation as his thumbs dig into the space between my flesh and my dress. With a little persistence, the fabric falls to the floor and I step out.
Roarke wastes no time before he yanks me forward and his lips press against my now exposed stomach. “You’re way too perfect for me.” His fingers slip under my panties, grab my ass and leaving no distance between us.
I twirl my fingers through his silver and brown hair, loving the way it falls in soft waves without the usual gel.
He rests his chin on my stomach staring up at me and I draw back to look into his eyes. Something is going on behind those gorgeous hazels. Something I don’t quite recognize, because I don’t think I’ve seen it before. A small piece of me hopes I get to see it again, though. That if Roarke and I somehow make it, he’ll never stop looking at me like he’s the luckiest guy in the world. A reminder of Todd’s dull eyes focused on me, prick my heart with doubt, but I push any more thoughts of my ex away from this moment.
This is my moment with a man who has pursued me without apology. Shamelessly used leverage to adhere us together so he could win me over.
I run my hand running along his stubble. “You’re overdressed.”
Our gazes stay locked as our hands glide along each other’s bodies, none of our movements rushed. A small part of me wants to commit this to memory—worried that it’s because we’re lost in this small town far from the day-to-day realities in Chicago.
A shiver crests over my heated flesh as his fingers run up and down my naked body. He slides my panties down my legs and I step out of them, then fall to my knees in front of him. His hand cradles my cheek and my eyes close briefly before I strip him of his dress shirt. Pushing the fabric off his shoulders, his thumb runs along my lips and I snake my tongue out to suck on it. He inhales with a sharp hiss.
Satisfied, I take off his socks, then unbutton and unzip his slacks. He stands, and they join my dress on the floor, leaving him in only black boxer briefs.
I bite back a smile because if I were a betting woman, I would have beat the house. This man screams conservative right down to his underwear choices.
“Let me grab a condom.” He leaves me for the first time in the past twenty minutes and my body chills.
I climb up the bed, laying on my back watching him dig through his bag, retrieving the foil packet. A giddiness whizzes through me over the fact that he’s mine, if only for tonight.
“You make me wish I had a photographic memory.” His voice is rough and strained as he stands at the end of the bed, his gaze searing my skin.
He wraps his fingers around my ankles and tugs me down the bed. “Did you think this would go along the lines of an old married couple with the missionary position?”
I laugh and tilt my head. “You have other plans?”
“I always have plans when it comes to you.” He drops to his knees and positions my legs over his shoulders. “I need to know what you taste like.”
His thumb runs along my folds, my hips rising off the bed. Dipping his thumb into my opening, he watches for my reaction. “I love that you’re this wet for me.”
Without another word, the scruff of his beard tickles the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs as he leans in. He licks, sucks, and twirls until I’m writhing under him begging for release. My fingers clutch the comforter, my thighs tightening around his head. He never stops. Not until I scream his name and my body lays limp on the bed.
The sound of the foil packet ripping open draws me from my post-orgasmic haze. I’m ready for more with this man and when the tip of his dick pushes into my wet core, I exhale on a sigh. Roarke slows his movements, his hands caging my head when his lips meet mine and he eases all the way inside me.
He’s large and in charge and as he pulls me closer to the edge of the bed, I’m happy to let him do his thing.
He circles his hips and I lose any meaningful thinking as his hands wrap around my waist so I don’t inch up the mattress. My fingers grip the comforter underneath me until my knuckles are white. I arch my back as he drives up and into me, hitting a spot inside of me that makes it feel like too much and yet not enough.
This man has a wonder cock. Everything about him leaves me craving more.
At first, I bite down the urge to scream until he winds the string tighter and tighter. He unhooks my legs from around his waist and pulls my legs straight up so my feet are on either side of his head.
“Fuck,” he says. Ohmygod he’s right.
I’m right there with him. Fuck, it’s so good. Fuck, I don’t want it to end. Fuck, I’m going to combust. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!
My entire body tenses and holds until the string snaps and I scream out his name as wave after wave of ecstasy drowns me.
Roarke pumps into me a few more times until he stills inside me.
“Fuck,” he groans, and he lets my legs fall to the sides, his head falling to my neck before he casts light kisses across the top of my shoulder. “That was beyond anything I had imagined and I’d imagined a lot, and often.”
I chuckle, still trying to catch my breath with the weight of a man I hated only forty-eight hours ago pressed against me.
A small part of me had wondered if after we’d had sex I’d have worked him out of my mind. That I’d be done with him. As he draws out of me, the emptiness inside me says I’m not even close to being done with Roarke Baldwin.
The good thing is that I think he’s just getting started with me.
Chapter Twenty-Two
A cool sensation runs down my spine, stirring me awake. Roarke’s warm naked body shelters me under the covers of the hotel bed. I moan from the mixture of hot and cold washing over my body.
The bed shifts and his strong hands and corded forearms lock on either side of my head.
“I really wanted to let you sleep,” he murmurs.
He uses his tongue to help a new ice cube run down my back. Shivers erupt over my body, but by the time he’s working his way back up my back, it’s only his wet and hot tongue doing the teasing.
“You’re going to be a disaster tomorrow morning,” I say into the pillow.
“You mean this morning, and I’ll be on a high from having you last night.” His lips cast short kisses across my shoulders, tucking my hair to the side.
I swivel my head, craving the lips that have satisfied me so much through the night.
“Mmm,” I moan into his mouth, his tongue perfecting the rhythm I’ve come to expect.
His lips draw to a close and he draws back, his fingers still gliding up and down my spine.
“I need to ask you something?” I can tell that whatever it is, we’re not joking around anymore.
I turn on my side to face him. “What?” I ask.
“Us? Are you actually going to give this a go?”
I slide closer to him, my hand reaching around his body, wanting the heat he offers. His expression holds a fair amount of doubt. As though he’s stayed up all night wondering if when I opened my eyes, I’d say it was a mistake. It will be hard with my words to convince him. He lives in a world where promises are broken and decisions are regretted every day.
I touch my lips to his jaw. His chiseled jaw that pulls that movie star look of his off so well.