Chapter 47

47

ALAINA

M y heart raced as we looked into each other's eyes. I had come to terms with my feelings for him, never daring to hope that he might feel the same way. Whoever had messed this man up should be in prison. He was so afraid of being abandoned he wanted to push everyone away first.

It had been difficult to see at first. Roan always seemed like he was ten feet tall and that nothing could hurt him, but someone had, and the scar she'd left made it nearly impossible for him to open himself up.

And yet, here we were, being vulnerable together. We were on the precipice of something new and potentially beautiful.

"No more hiding our feelings," I said softly, my voice filled with conviction. "I want this, Roan. I want us."

Roan brushed a strand of hair away from my face, his touch gentle yet charged. "I want us too," he replied. "I'm sorry I'm so bad at this. Thank you for being patient."

I smiled. "It doesn't matter now. We're here, in this moment."

Roan nodded, his eyes never leaving mine. "I don't want to waste any more time," he whispered, his tone filled with determination.

"Then let's not waste another second," I said with a smile.

Roan kissed me like he fucking meant it. There was nothing hesitant about him anymore. With our feelings bared, he was charging full steam ahead.

I reached up and pulled him closer. Our kiss deepened, a reflection of the emotions swirling inside us. It was as if a dam had burst, releasing a flood of feelings that had been building up for far too long.

His hands slid up and down my sides as he backed me up. "I've got a really big bed in here," he said against my lips. "And Rafe is spending the night with his friends."

"So, we're all alone."

Roan's eyes sparked with desire as he gazed down at me. "Completely alone," he murmured.

He took my hand and led me toward the bedroom. With each kiss, each caress, we shed the layers of doubt and fear that had held us back for so long.

His hands worked at my buttons. His movements were slow and infused with a certain reverence, as if he was finally allowing himself to have something he'd longed for but never dared to touch.

My blouse opened and he smiled. His hands moved to my hair, fingers threading into the soft strands. I pressed into him and we continued to kiss, losing ourselves in the newfound intimacy. I could sense the overwhelming emotion in his actions.

He gently pulled me down on the bed with him. His hand caressed the side of my face, his thumb tracing over my cheekbone lightly, a soft sigh escaping from his lips.

"Alaina," he breathed out as he let his eyes meet mine again. "I've been wanting this for so long."

"Me too," I whispered.

Roan pressed a tender kiss against my forehead. "We have all night, Alaina," he murmured softly into my hair. "We can take our time. I want to taste every inch of you."

Heat rose to my cheeks and I nodded, letting myself melt into his embrace. Our kisses grew more passionate, our touches more intimate as fears and reservations fell away bit by bit. It was so much better without the walls between us.

I pulled his shirt up, needing the skin contact. We slowly undressed each other until we were both shaking with desire.

I stretched out on my back with him beside me, his head propped up on his hand as he looked down at me. His fingertips trailed over my skin, tracing the contours of my body with a reverence that took my breath away. His touch was electric, sending shivers through me as he explored.

"You are so beautiful," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper as he traced a finger down my cheekbone, across my collarbone, and over the curve of my shoulder.

I reached up to pull him closer, needing the connection of his lips against mine. Our bodies tangled together on the soft sheets. I was overwhelmed by the depth of our connection. It was more than just physical desire. It was a bond of mutual respect and an unspoken understanding that had grown over time.

His lips moved to my neck, pressing soft kisses along my sensitive skin and stirring a wildfire within me. As he continued his exploration, I arched against him, surrendering to the waves of pleasure that washed over me. His name slipped from my lips in a breathless whisper, spurring him on even more.

"You feel so good," Roan murmured against my skin before capturing my lips in another searing kiss. His hands roamed over my body as if trying to memorize every curve. He left no part of me untouched as he poured his love into each kiss, each caress. It was intoxicating.

His hand slipped down my waist, sending a shiver of anticipation down my spine. I tightened my grip on his shoulders, my nails digging into his flesh.

"Roan," I gasped, pulling back slightly to catch my breath. His lips moved to my neck, then lower, as if following an invisible trail left by the beating of my heart.

His touch left a trail of fire in its wake that had me writhing beneath him. Every kiss, every stroke was filled with passion and love. He needed me as much as I needed him.

"Alaina," he whispered in between kisses. "You are everything to me." The sincerity in his voice had tears prickling at the corners of my eyes.

Words failed me.

His hand moved between my legs with his mouth on my breast. He was slow and gentle, his movements measured with an intensity that left me panting. A soft moan escaped my lips as his fingers worked their magic, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. His mouth followed the path his fingers had traced earlier, continuing their journey southward.

I tangled my hand in his hair, pulling him closer as his exploration sent sparks flying through every nerve ending. He glanced up at me, his eyes filled with a raw intensity that took my breath away. A moment later, his tongue lapped over my clit, nearly sending me flying off the bed.

"Roan," I pleaded, my voice a breathless whisper as I gripped the sheets beneath me. His name was a prayer on my lips, a mantra that I found myself repeating over and over again as he continued his intimate exploration. He was relentless, his tongue moving in ways that had my body arching off the bed.

Every few seconds he would look up, catching me watching what he was doing. I could see the pleasure in his eyes, the satisfaction he got from giving me such intense pleasure. His hands were firm yet gentle as they held my hips in place, his mouth never leaving me.

"Alaina," he murmured between kisses. His voice was husky with need, his breath warm against my skin. "You taste so good." The compliment sent another rush of heat to my cheeks and between my legs. I bucked against him, desperate for more.

He complied willingly, increasing the pressure of his tongue against me. My vision blurred at the edges as an orgasm roared through me. Pleasure consumed me, pulling a gasp from deep within me as Roan continued to draw it out.

Once the waves of ecstasy had receded, Roan crawled back up my body to plant warm kisses on my heated skin. He hovered over me, watching me. "Just a second. I need to get a condom from my bag."

"I'm on the pill," I told him. "You're the only man I've been with in a long time."

"Are you saying?—"

I smiled. "If you want."

"Oh fuck yeah, I want. I haven't been with a woman without a condom since, well, since right after Rafe was born."

I pulled his face to mine. "Make love to me, Roan."

His mouth returned to mine in an unyielding kiss. His body pressed against mine, a hot, solid presence that made every inch of my skin tingle with desire. It only took him a second to find my slick opening. He pushed the tip in just a little. Both of us groaned with pure pleasure.

He paused, a teasing smirk on his lips as he looked into my eyes. "Are you ready?" he asked softly, love and lust mingling in his gaze.

I nodded. My breath hitched as he slowly filled me completely. I gasped at the sensation, gripping his shoulders tightly. Roan's movements were slow, deliberate, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through me. I could feel him shuddering with the same pleasure that consumed me. His lips met mine again and again in a heated frenzy, leaving me breathless and wanting more.

With every stroke, I felt an overwhelming torrent of emotions. My heart was pounding in my chest as our bodies moved in sync with each other, our moans and breathless whispers filling the room. It was raw and passionate, a perfect testament to our feelings for each other.

His thrusts were becoming relentless now. The sound of our bodies colliding echoed around us. Roan's face was contorted with pleasure but he never once broke away from my eyes. The intensity of his gaze brought unshed tears to my eyes. His kisses were feverish, their intensity matching the pace of his movements.

Every touch, every whisper made their way into every exposed corner of my heart and soul. "Alaina," he whispered.

I could feel another orgasm building. I clung onto him, my nails digging into his back as he continued to move inside me. Pleasure was building up inside me, coiling tightly like a spring ready to explode at any moment.

"Roan," I whispered again, this time louder and more urgent.

"I'm here, Alaina," he murmured against my ear. "Just let go."

And with that, I did. Pleasure washed over me like a tidal wave, crashing into me with an intensity that left me breathless and panting. My fingers clutched onto Roan tighter, my body arching as the force of my orgasm swept through me.

His grip on me tightened, his movements becoming more erratic as he rode out the waves of my pleasure. And then, with a guttural groan, he stilled above me. His face was etched with an expression of pure ecstasy I will never forget. He collapsed beside me, both of us panting heavily from the intense climax.

I nestled up against him, resting my head on his sweaty chest as he wrapped an arm around me. We were quiet for a while, just lying there, our bodies tangled together in blissful contentment. The only sound in the room was our heavy breathing and the occasional murmur of affectionate words.

"I love you, Alaina," he whispered to me after what felt like an eternity. I lifted up my head to look at him and saw him gazing down at me with love and affection clear in his eyes.

A rush of emotions welled up inside me. I kissed him deeply, infusing my kiss with the love I felt for him.