“Yes, I do. I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t.” She drops her gaze to my lips. “Talk to me. Why’d you run?”
“Run?” I snort. “I didn’t run. My brother’s mother-in-law is dying. He wanted to give his wife a wedding before she lost her mother.
“She’s… she’s not doing well so we had to act fast. Know this about me. When my family calls, I go running. It will always be that way.”
She looks down. “Oh.”
I place my hand beneath her chin and lift her head. “I don’t run from shit, Roni. I told you the other night. I’m not good for you.”
She lifts her head defiantly. “Why not?”
I grasp her throat and drag my tongue from her cheek up to her ear, nuzzling the soft skin behind it. Inhaling, I relish in her scent mixed with my body wash. I want nothing more than to leave my essence all over her body until she smells like nothing but me.
“I don’t make love, baby. I fuck. I fuck hard and dirty. I take your pussy; you’ll belong to me. You’ll submit to me and when you defy me, you’ll pay in ways that will bring us both pleasure.
“Oh, and I know you’ll defy me. It’s what draws me to you. I want to spank that fat ass now for coming here when you should be in New York. I’m not for you, sweetheart. Let it go,” I breathe in her ear.
Even as I say the words, they burn in my mouth like acid. When I look into her eyes, they are wide and filled with so much lust, my cock twitches. Between her wearing my scent and shirt and the wide-eyed look she’s giving me; I’m holding on by the thread.
“What if that’s what I want?”
The sound of her voice is my undoing. So swiftly, she releases a small yelp, I grasp her wrists and pin her beneath me. Her thighs cradle me as I settle in. I groan as her heat burns through my tux pants.
I roll my hips into her before I can think better of it, bringing a whimper from her mouth. I hover over her sexy mouth, feeling her breath fan my lips. I’ve never wanted to kiss anyone more in my life.
“Careful what you ask for, baby,” I say and drop a kiss against her neck. She whimpers my name. “Shit, you’re going to drive me crazy. We can’t do this.”
“Why?”
“How old are you?”
I look into her eyes and she scrunches up her face at the question. Her gaze loses focus for a moment. I can see the wheels turning. I sigh and release her.
“You’re proving my point. We can’t do this. Not until you figure some things out and I get my shit together.”
“How old are you?”
“I’m twenty-eight.”
“I don’t know the number, but I know I’m legal,” she says.
“Not good enough for me.”
She sits up and tucks her knees beneath her, wrapping her arms around her middle. “So, that’s it. I don’t remember my age so this can’t happen?”
I run a hand through my hair. I’m silent for a long moment. There’s so much I want to say, but I’ve had too much to drink. I shouldn’t have let things get this far.
I stand and pinch her chin between my fingers. She parts those sexy lips, enticing me to take them and make them mine. Instead, I kiss her forehead, allowing my lips to linger.
“Let’s talk about this in the morning. I have some things I need to handle on my end. After that, when you understand me, then you can decide if you want me. It will be your choice, always yours, but only when you understand what you’re asking for.”
She looks up at me with desire still overflowing in her eyes. I count my blessings that she didn’t follow me back to Cali. If we were in my home with all my toys, I don’t think I would be resisting her tonight. Fuck it all, I’d take her and make her mine.
“You have to stop looking at me like that, it’s not going to help this shit,” I say tightly.
“Like what?”
I shake my head. “Go to bed.”
“Don’t you want the room to shower?”
“Go to bed, Roni. Now.”
Chapter 22
Over It
Roni
I toss and turn for the millionth time. I should get up and get dressed. It’s already after ten. John’s loud snores have been ringing out through the suite since he passed out last night.
I haven’t slept all night and it’s not because of the chainsaw in the next room. My thoughts haven’t shut the fuck up. I came to Seattle for answers, not dick.
However, it seems we’ve opened a door that I don’t think is going to close so easily. I can’t unfeel him on top of me or the bulge in his pants as he ground his hips into me. I can still smell the alcohol on his breath and feel the warmth from it against my face. Not to mention how much I crave his kiss.
I fuck hard and dirty. Did he really say that last night? What does that even mean? Ugh.
I flip onto my back and kick my feet. This is total bullshit. Sucking my lip into my mouth, I think about slipping my hand down between my legs to handle my current situation myself.
It’s not like I’ve never done it before.
Oh, where’d that come from? I stare at the ceiling as memories of writhing in pleasure come forward. The shit that I can actually remember. I groan at myself as my pussy throbs and tightens with need.
“Fuck it,” I mutter.
I peek at the doorway and note that he’s still snoring out there. Quickly, I unbutton the rest of the buttons on the dress shirt he gave me. Running my hand down between my breasts, I close my eyes and sigh.
Goosebumps rise as I remember the feel of his weight over me. When my fingers meet my slit, they’re greeted with my juices. I moan quietly.
I’m better at this than I thought. I bow off the bed as I push two fingers inside. Soon my juices are dripping between my cheeks as I pump in and out of my core.
A groan that’s not mine fills the room and I snap my eyes open. John is standing in the doorway with his arms above his head, holding onto the top of the doorjamb. The way his legs are spread and planted makes me shiver. His shirt is gaping open and I can’t miss the thick, fat, long, outline of his dick.
“Don’t stop,” he commands.
I go to defy him, but the stern look on his face warns me not to. I gush against the sheets as I continue to touch myself. Pinching my left nipple with my free hand, my eyes roll back.
A voice in the back of my head asks what the hell I’m doing, but I silence it as he saunters closer. I start to pant in anticipation. However, he doesn’t climb onto the bed like I expect him to.
Instead, he folds his arms over his chest and watches my every move. The way his eyes lock onto me feels like a caress. I narrow my eyes at him.
What the heck is he waiting for?
“Make that pussy come for me,” he says, his voice thick and husky with lust.
I bite my lip and work harder to get there. I want to please him. It’s almost like it becomes my mission.
I start to moan loudly and that seems to pull a response from him. He shoves a hand through his hair. Lifting his eyes from my center to look me in mine is all I need. It’s like he’s pulled a trigger.
I cry out and soak my fingers and the sheets. His face twists with desire and he licks his lips. I lift and peel the shirt from my shoulders, but he shakes his head.