Chapter 21

21

ALAINA

T here was a voice in the back of my head screaming at me to walk away. Get out of the man's house. Nothing good could come of this.

But dammit, I didn't want to leave. I wanted to be right here with him. I liked kissing him. Something about him was far too tempting to just walk away from. I was not the kind of person that looked at the last slice of cake on the plate and ignored it. I went for it. Why in the world would I walk away from what this man was offering?

His hands gripped my waist and I let out a shaky breath. This was dangerous, reckless even, but in that moment, I didn't care. I wanted to lose myself in him, forget about the world outside and the consequences of our actions.

I looked at him and saw the desire in his eyes. A part of me needed him just as badly, and I gave in to the temptation. Our lips met again, igniting a fire that I couldn't contain. His touch was electric, sending shivers down my spine as he pulled me closer. The scotch on his breath mingled with mine, creating a heady mix that only fueled our passion.

I felt dizzy with the intensity of the moment. I wanted him. I needed him. It was as if we were drawn to each other, like magnets attracted by the laws of nature.

He backed me up. I didn't know where we were going, but I was happy to go with him. He pulled his mouth away from mine and grabbed my hand, leading me down the hall. We walked into the dark living room.

He led me to the couch, gently pushing me down. My heart pounded so hard in my chest I thought I might pass out. This was it. He and I together and doing the thing I had been wanting to do for so long.

He shed his jacket, tossing it to the chair before he sat beside me. He pulled me into him, his arms wrapping around me.

My eyes searched his for any hint of hesitation. But all I found was a fierce desire that mirrored my own. His mouth came down on mine once again full of heat. His tongue was wild, pushing into my mouth, setting my senses on fire. I responded eagerly, matching his intensity with my own. The air crackled with electricity as our bodies pressed together, each movement fueling the growing hunger between us.

He leaned against me until I was lying on the couch with him tucked in close beside me. His hands roamed over my body, igniting a trail of heat wherever they touched. I arched into his touch, aching for more. He slipped his hand under my shirt and cupped my breast through my bra.

The urgency in his kisses stirred something primal within me. Every touch, every caress sent shockwaves of pleasure through me, building the tension to an unbearable peak. He trailed kisses down my neck, sucking my flesh between his teeth and gently pulling. The scruff of his five o'clock shadow scraped over my skin, heightening my pleasure.

A soft moan escaped my lips as his fingers fumbled with the buttons of my blouse, eager to feel more of me. I reached for him, pulling him closer. Our bodies melded together in a dance as old as time. He pushed open my blouse and took a moment to admire my exposed skin.

"Beautiful," he murmured.

A moment later, he slipped his hand under my back and unhooked my bra. The fabric fell away, revealing my breasts to him. In that moment, I felt both vulnerable and powerful. He looked at me with a hunger in his eyes. He cupped my breasts, his fingers skimming over my skin. His touch sent a shiver down my spine. I gripped his arms, pulling him closer.

His mouth went to my breasts, sucking my nipple into his mouth. The sensation was intense. Electric sparks of pleasure raced through my body. I pressed myself against him, arching into his touch. He rolled his lips back and forth, creating a suction that made me whimper. His hands roamed my body, exploring every curve and dip, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. I could feel his heart pounding against my chest, matching my own frantic rhythm.

My fingers tangled in his hair, urging him on, needing the relief his touch provided. He switched to my other nipple, giving it the same fierce attention as the other. My breaths came faster, shallower, as I felt myself teetering on the edge of control.

His lips trailed down my stomach, his breathing ragged and unsteady. He looked at me, his eyes filled with hunger and desire. I knew I was lost. I wanted him just as badly as he wanted me. I needed him.

He kissed over my belly and back up to my breasts and then to my mouth. His tongue pushed inside my mouth once again. His hard, heavy body covered one side of my own body. The weight was just as exciting as his mouth on mine.

I wanted to give in to the passion bubbling between us, but there was a knot in my chest, a sense of unease that I couldn't shake. When his mouth slid back to my neck, finding a sensitive spot just below my ear, my unease was forgotten.

I closed my eyes, surrendering to the sensations coursing through me. His hand slipped lower, tracing the waistband of my pants. I gasped as his fingers dipped inside, making contact with the heated skin beneath. He broke away from the kiss and looked at me, his eyes burning with a heat that sent shivers down my spine.

His breath hitched as he skimmed over my body one more time before he meticulously started to undo my pants. I watched him through hooded eyes, loving how much he seemed to treasure this moment. His hand slipped down, cupping me. He kissed my belly once again before moving back to my mouth. He kissed me while his fingers slid under my panties and touched me.

His touch was electrifying, an exquisite shock against my sensitive skin. I bucked up and caught my breath, gasping at the sudden pleasure that seemed to radiate from my core. My fingers threaded into his hair as his movements drew sounds from me I didn't know I could make.

This was dangerous and reckless, but so undeniably right. He made me feel alive in a way I hadn't felt in years. He pulled back and looked into my eyes as he pushed a finger inside me. A slow smile crept along his lips when I let out a slow groan. With a gentle pressure, he pushed in deeper. I cried out at the sensation, arching my back and pressing myself closer to him.

A low growl rumbled in his chest, the sound vibrating through me, amplifying my pleasure. He leaned in, planting soft kisses along my jawline as he continued to tease me. His thumb found my clit, stroking it in a gentle rhythm that matched his movements inside me. My eyes fluttered closed, the sensation too much to bear.

My breath hitched in my throat as his pace quickened, his fingers driving me wild. I clung to him, my nails digging into his back as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. He whispered soothing words into my ear, urging me to let go. I did, surrendering to the overwhelming sensation that coursed through my body. His name slipped from my lips as I came undone, clinging to him like a lifeline.

Panting heavily, I could feel his heart pounding against mine. He still had an arm wrapped securely around me, holding me close as if he was afraid I'd slip away. He kissed over my jaw and back to my mouth once again. My body vibrated with the aftershocks. My mind was spinning. I was ready for more.

I turned my head and kissed his neck, doing to him what he had done to me. His breath hitched in his throat as I worked my way along the column of his throat, my teeth grazing the strong lines of his jaw. His pulse throbbed beneath my lips, matching the rhythm that still echoed through my own body. His hands rested on my waist, a silent plea for patience that I was more than happy to oblige.

I took my time, slowly unbuttoning his shirt and pushing it from his shoulders. He had a swimmer's physique, lean and toned with muscles that rippled beneath tanned skin. My fingers traced over the hard planes of his chest, enjoying every intake of breath and soft moan that escaped from him. His hand covered mine, guiding me lower.

I obliged, kissing down his chest, my nails scraping lightly against his skin leaving faint red marks behind. He bucked up into me at the contact, a low groan rumbling in his chest. The sound sent a fresh wave of desire surging through me.

My fingers fumbled with his belt, quickly undoing it before I went after the button on his slacks. My heart started to beat faster with anticipation. I'd felt his erection pressed against my thigh. It excited me. Now, I wanted to feel him in my hand. I wanted to stroke him until he was begging for me.

I managed to get his pants undone, carefully sliding the zipper down. My hand stretched out, covering his erection through the cotton briefs. A groan escaped my lips as I got my first real idea of how large he was. It was like touching a powerful steel rod.

Suddenly, Roan rolled away and jumped up from the couch.

"Shit. Shit. Shit."

"What's wrong?" I asked, suddenly feeling very exposed.

I closed my blouse, hiding my breasts.

"We can't do this," he said.

I swallowed, feeling ridiculous. I quickly sat up and put my bra back on. I buttoned my blouse with my back to him. I didn't know what to say. I felt so stupid. What was I thinking? He wouldn't want me.

"I should go," I said.

"I'll take you home."

"No. Rafe is asleep. He doesn't need to get out of bed and you're not going to leave him."

"Alaina, I'm sorry," he said.

I turned to look at him, wondering what it was he was sorry for. "It's fine," I said.

He gently grabbed my arms, forcing me to look at him. "No, it's not," he said. "I'm sorry. I got carried away."

"Please, stop apologizing. You're making this so much worse. I'm embarrassed. I want to go home. I'll call an Uber."

"Alaina, wait."

I walked out of the living room, vaguely remembering where I left my purse. I quickly found it and rushed out of the house.

"Alaina!" I heard him whisper-shout my name.

I just kept walking, fishing my phone out of my purse and pulling up the Uber app. I quickly made my way to the street, praying that a car would be nearby and I wouldn't have to wait. Luck was on my side. One was only five minutes away.

As I stood on the sidewalk, shivering in the cool night air, I knew I'd never forget this night. The intense pleasure. The disappointment. The embarrassment. It all swirled within me, a potent cocktail of emotion that left me feeling dizzy.

The sound of a door closing behind me made me jump. I didn't need to turn around to know it was him. I could feel his presence.

"Alaina, please don't go like this."

I ignored him, focused on the glowing screen of my phone. The Uber was only three minutes away now.

"Talk to me," he insisted, reaching out to gently touch my arm.

The contact sent electric shocks through my body, but I shrugged it off. "I need to go. Goodnight, Roan."