Page 15 of I Summoned A Demon For A Date?!
But just as she was about to go over the edge, a loud knock sounded at the door of the room. We both froze, our breaths coming in ragged gasps, our hearts pounding in sync.
"Rosie?" a voice called from the other side of the door. It was her father, and the concern in his voice was like a bucket of cold water. "Are you alright in there?"
Rosie looked at me, her eyes wide with panic. I pressed a finger to her lips, signaling for her to be quiet. I could feel her heart racing, her body trembling with unspent desire, and I knew I had to do something to calm her down.
I slipped my hand out of her panties, my fingers still slick with her arousal. I brought them to my mouth, tasting her, and her eyes widened in shock. I winked at her, a slow smile spreading across my face, and I could see the blush spreading across her cheeks.
"Just a moment, Dad," she called out, her voice surprisingly steady. "I'll be right out."
I helped her down from the counter, smoothing her dress back into place. She looked up at me, her eyes still filled with desire, but also with somethingelse. Gratitude, perhaps, or maybe even a hint of affection. I pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, my hands cupping her face.
"We'll continue this later," I promised, my voice low and husky. "For now, let's go face the music."
She nodded, her hand reaching up to touch my cheek. "Thank you, Aldaine. For everything."
I captured her hand, pressing a kiss to her palm. "Always, little minx. Always."
As we stepped out of the bathroom, I could feel the weight of the world settling back onto my shoulders.
Because she was mine, I would do anything to protect her. Even if it meant playing the part of the perfect boyfriend, the charming investor, the man who had fallen head over heels for the beautiful, brave, and kind-hearted Rosie Thompson. Which wasn't far from the truth.
As Rosie opened the door, her father glanced at me before looking back at her.
"You left the lunch so fast, I was worried. Are you alright?" Her father seemed to genuinely care for her, even if he was blind to the way his wife and stepdaughter treated her.
I kept my arm wrapped securely around Rosie's waist, feeling the way she subtly leaned into my touch. Her body was still warm, still slightly shaking with the remnants of our interrupted moment, and it took considerable control not to drag her back into the bedroom and finish what we'd started.
"I'm fine, Dad," Rosie assured him, her voice steadier than I expected given the circumstances. "The drive was just longer than I remembered. I needed a moment to freshen up."
Denis nodded but I could see the concern hadn't entirely left his eyes. He was worried about her, which earned him a few points in my book. Though not enough to make up for his obvious blindness to how his wife and stepdaughter treated his daughter.
"Why don't you both join me in my study?" heoffered, gesturing down the hallway. "We could have a drink, or perhaps some coffee? It would give us a chance to talk properly, get to know each other better."
I felt Rosie tense slightly against me. The invitation seemed innocent enough, but I could sense her hesitation. Whether it was because she was still affected by our intimate moment or because she wasn't ready for an interrogation from her father, I couldn't be sure. Either way, I decided to step in.
"I apologize, sir," I brought my free hand up to massage my temple for effect. "I'm afraid I'm developing one of my migraines. Rosie just promised to help me deal with it." I glanced down at her with what I hoped was an appropriately apologetic expression. "She's discovered that her particular brand of TLC works wonders."
Rosie's cheeks flushed beautifully at my words and I had to resist the urge to kiss her again. The way she bit her lower lip wasn't helping matters.
"Oh," Denis looked concerned. "Of course, I understand completely. Migraines can be terrible things."
"We'll join you for dinner later though, Dad," Rosie jumped in. "Maybe we could catch up properly then?"
Her father's face brightened at that. "Yes, that would be wonderful. Dinner's usually served at seven in the dining room." He hesitated for a moment before adding, "Though I should warn you, Jan has invited some of the wedding party to join us."
I felt Rosie tense again, but I squeezed her waist gently in reassurance. Whatever her stepmother had planned, I would be there to handle it. No one would make my mate feel uncomfortable, not while I was around.
"We'll be there," I assured him, already planning how to make the evening work in our favor. "For now, though, I think I need to take advantage of your daughter's healing touch."
Denis nodded, though I noticed his cheeks color slightly atmy suggestive tone. Good. Let him think what he wanted. The more convinced everyone was of our relationship, the better.
"Feel better," he started to turn away. "And Rosie? I'm glad you're here, sweetheart."
I waited until Denis had disappeared down the hallway before turning to Rosie. Her green eyes were wide as they met mine, a mix of relief and lingering desire swirling in their depths.
"Migraine?" her lips twitching with amusement.
I leaned down, brushing my lips against her ear. "Would you rather I told him the truth? That I needed to get you alone so I could finish what we started in the bathroom?"
