Page 8 of Naughty Irish Fate
“Talk to me. What is this?” Rooker walks towards me as I pant for breath, going dizzy as waves rattle the pier.
Still shaking my head, I back further away until I can feel the stone beneath my feet again. It has been a long time since I had a panic attack. I keep my distance from the pier because they start and end there. Bending at the waist a little, I take deep breaths into my lung, coughing a little as my vision blurs.
“Go. Go away. Please.” Instead of hearing his boots hitting the pavement, I see them come closer.
“No fucking way. Talk to me Wyn. Tell me what this is so I can do something for you.” My head shakes as my arm flies out to stop him from coming closer.
“Please. Don’t. Stay away. It’s just... The pier...” Rooker takes my hand and brings it against his chest.
Both his hands come to cradle my neck, slipping into my windblown hair. He tips my head back as he talks to me softly. At first, I can’t hear his words. My ears are buzzing and I can only hear my heart thudding and panting breaths.
“Look at me baby. Look at me. Where is that coin of yours?” I start to reach for it but he beats me to it.
“What... what... Rook?” I blink at him as he presses closer, my hand at his chest fisting his shirt to hold on to him.
“Calling it, Wyn. Tails. Tails and I am kissing you. You hear me, baby?” I blink as my breath stops as I start to focus on him.
“Heads. Heads. I can’t... you can’t....” Wanted him to kiss me half a dozen times tonight. Not now. Not right now when I am losing it.
Not sure what I thought might happen. It’s been ages since I came to the pier, though. And I’ve never come here with a stranger. A stranger who has kept me buzzing on this thrilling edge all night. It’s too much and I just want to get away.
“Look at me, Wynnie. Heads or tails—tonight was not ending without me kissing you.” I almost smile at his bravado but watch as he tosses the coin.
It flips end over end a few times but he catches it before it hits the ground. I am almost panting but I focus. Holding his big palm out, he shows me the coin. I already know it will be heads though. No way is it going his way again.
Except, it is tails.Impossible!
Rooker grins and chucks me under the chin with the coin.
All at once I feel light and bubbly. I actually laugh. It changes into a totally different sound as he tucks my coin into the tiny pocket on my skirt. His hand skims over my hip slowly, stopping at my backside. I gasp but he just chuckles, the sound sexy and low as it rumbles from his chest.
“Fate called it.” Lowering slowly, he watches me with glittering eyes. Letting me see I can stop this if I truly want to.
Of course, I don’t want to.
Instead, I push away from the post into him. Tilt my head back as my eyes close and I push up on my heels. My feet leave the ground as his head bends and his mouth covers mine. Rooker’s hand tangles roughly in my short hair and I whimper into his mouth.
Groaning, he shoves me back against the post behind me, pressing hard against me. His tongue traces my mouth, his teeth nip at my bottom lip and then my tongue is tangling with his. He tastes like whisky and mint. Hooking my arm around his neck, I press closer still, shaking in the cool air.
Pressed into his warmth, his strong arms banding me to his firm chest, still I shake. I realize then it’s because I want more. I want more of him, of this, of everything. Of his hands on my skin, his tongue and teeth pressing against me, his sounds.
“Wyn,” His voice grates against my neck as he presses his face there, biting at my skin, “I will toss that fucking coin all night if it gives me more of this.” I almost laugh but moan instead when he sucks at my skin and lifts me tighter against him.
Realizing my panic attack faded the minute he flipped that coin, I can breathe right and see clearly. My feet dangle a few inches off the ground so I hike my legs up. Rooker groans and hooks his hands beneath my knees, winding my legs around his hips. And that is when I completely lose it.
My skirt rucks up at my thighs and he shoves between my thighs. His thickness presses against my panties and I moan out loud. His teeth bite at my shoulder as his hands shove beneath my sweater. When his hand palms my tits, I claw at his shoulders to rock against him. Seeking the weight of his cock, friction, something more.
“Fuck, Wyn. Need your coin toss now? Or can I touch you?” I flush as I realize what he’s asking.
“No. No coin. Please... Rook please.” I don’t recognize my throaty voice full of need.
Without another word, one of his hands skims up the back of my thigh. He fists my panties and rips them off. My head thuds back against the pier post behind me because I want to see him. Want to watch him when he finds how wet I am.
“Fuck, Wyn,” He bites at his full bottom lip once he touches me, “All this for me, baby? Tell me it is. You’re so fucking hot.” I nod as I whimper, hands clutching at his shoulders as my hips buck.
“Yes. Yes. Because of you.” Been turned on since he posted himself up against my bar earlier.
Flirting and flattering me, holding my hand, kissing me out of my stupid attack just made it worse. Gazing at me with frothy green eyes, he spreads my wetness around my clit and then tugs it with rough fingers. I buck again and moan, careless we stand in the open street.
