Chapter 14

Chapter Fourteen

Roan

I shouldn’t be doing this. I should just caution Summer to be safer and more aware of her surroundings and let her go back to bed. Maybe fix her something to snack on if she still feels like she can’t sleep. Sometimes eating something helps me go back to sleep… which is something I really shouldn’t have thought about, thinking about eating while I have my hand on… what I have my hand on.

I fight back a moan that lodges deep in my throat so that it doesn’t come out and scare her.

“Roan! Wh… what are you doing?”

“Apparently teaching you a lesson in safety.” I keep my hand on her delighting in all the softness and warmth I have at the tips of my fingertips… so to speak. My other hand comes around her and tips her head up just enough so I can take her lips with my own. I don’t mean for the kiss to be so demanding. It just comes across that way because of the urgency I feel where she is concerned.

I am unprepared for her to kiss me back. At the first touch of her tongue on mine, my knees go wobbly, and I have to maneuver us over to the table so I can sit. I pull her down in my lap and am surprised when she comes willingly. Sitting on my lap has her at the perfect height for more kisses. At some point, I run my hands along her smooth legs until I can follow them all the way up and cup the sweet globes of her ass.

I pull her in closer to me noting how perfectly she fits against me. I pulled on a pair of thin pajama bottoms when I heard her open her bedroom door. I have never been so glad that door sticks and makes a whining sound anytime someone opens it. Before I heard it, I wasn’t sleeping. I was up trying to talk myself out of going to her room by taking myself in hand… so to speak. Now, I have my hands on something a hell of a lot softer than I am. There is no way she can’t feel it, standing at attention, between us, nestled between her soft open thighs.

When she starts rocking against it, I realize I am going to have to do the right thing and call a stop to this, even if it will kill me a little. It’s for the best… for her.

“Okay, sweet angel, we should probably… slow down.” She keeps kissing me and rocking those sexy hips against the bulge that keeps growing longer and thicker. “Or maybe, you know, stop altogether, and go back to bed.”

She pulls back to look down at me and I have to hold my breath, so I don’t go back to kissing her and say to hell with stopping. “You… want to stop?”

No! But it’s the right thing to do. For her. It’s on repeat in my head and I say it like a mantra. I have to do what is right FOR HER. Even as she asks and I talk myself into doing what is right, my hands go from massaging her ass to slowly sliding my fingertips back so that I can follow all that warmth and touch the gusset of her panties.

When I find her so wet, I have a knee-jerk reaction to pull the little strip of lace to the side and explore. She gasps and moves to stand up so she can crawl off my lap, but I won’t let her go. I can’t now that I know what she feels like, how much she enjoys kissing me. Almost as much as I enjoy kissing her.

“I thought you said we should… stop?”

“I did.” I squeeze the plump curve of her ass cheek; it also fits too well into the palm of my hand.

She bends over and kisses me softly. It’s not as rushed or as deep as some of our other kisses but this one… this one takes my breath away because this one is not one I took but one she gave me. Freely and willingly.

“We should probably.” She mumbles the words against my mouth but then goes right back to kissing me.

“We should.” I know she is talking about stopping but I don’t take it that way. Instead, I take the opportunity to yank the little strip of lace I’ve been playing with to the side and put my hands on skin so soft it feels like rose petals.

She cries out and sinks back down on my lap. Her eyes widen and her sweet mouth opens on a silent moan. “Roan.”

My name comes out all breathy and slow and has me strung tight. She keeps saying my name like that, and there won’t be a chance for us to stop or slow down. When her hands come to rest on my bare chest all bets are off. I run my fingers around the soft curve of her ass to reach the tender flesh of her outer lips. I hear the swift intake of air as she gasps when I touch her.

“Mmm, so damned soft, angel,” I mumble in the crook of her neck where her scent is thickest and drop kisses on her shoulder and throat. I don’t even try not to leave marks on the soft skin. I want people to be able to tell when they look at her that I was right here with her. I want them to know she belongs to me. “Angel, can I…can I…?”

I’m hesitant about asking for what I want but I definitely want her to say yes, to want me as much as I want her. I have to remember… she’s not used to all of this. She doesn’t realize what comes next, or what she might be letting me get away with. I want her to understand all of it and still want me to do it.

“Angel, I really want to…” Before I can finish, she interrupts me.

“Hmm, whatever it is, yes.”

“How do you know you’ll like it? How do you know you won't regret letting me?”

“Because I’ve never felt like this before and I’m so… hot and everything feels… I just won't. Just do it.”

I stand with her in my arms and walk us back over to the island. She doesn’t say a word until I lay her back and help her prop her heels on the edge, leaving her completely and totally open to me. When she realizes what I can see, she starts getting shy again. Her hand comes down to hide her sweetness from me and a pink blush flows over her cheeks and down the column of her throat.

“Let me look at how pretty you are, sweet angel. Let me kiss you… all over.”

Her eyes and mouth widen into ovals. The sight makes me chuckle because she is so fucking cute. Just like I expected, she had no idea what I wanted and what I had planned.

“Still want me to do whatever?”

She rolls her lips around her teeth before raising her chin and meeting my eyes, “Whatever you want.”

And then she moves her hands aside.