Page 36 of Payback
“Only the ones that I let get away, which adds up to…” He pauses and raises his hand to count on his fingers, dropping all his digits down one by one except his pointer finger. “One.”
I roll my eyes. “You’re laying it on thick, DeWalt.”
His chest vibrates with silent laughter. “Why don’t you shut up and kiss me already, Lis? You’ve been staring at my lips all night, and it’s getting kind of pathetic.”
“I have not—” I exclaim, but my voice is cut off by those wonderful lips of his.Okay, maybe I was staring at them all night.
A flood of images from our first kiss hit me out of nowhere as he combs his fingers through my hair and cups the back of my head to fuse our mouths together. Our first kiss was aggressive and punishing in some ways. It was done in the heat of the moment as an answer to an obvious plea.
This kiss, however, is different. It’s still firm and commanding like before but with a sweeter, more appreciative cadence to it that my body is reacting to very strongly.
I grip his bicep, holding on for dear life as he parts my lips and sweeps his tongue gently into my mouth. When he hears the sound of my soft moan, his grip on my hair tightens and the kiss turns more fervent.
The black leather makes a loud noise as I mindlessly move over the console. I don’t sit on his lap by any means, but I offer up more access to whatever he wants to take from me.
Because kisses like this from Roan are clearly meant to be taken freely and without hesitation.
A stirring begins in my lower belly as we make out for several glorious minutes. This is a sensation in my body that I haven’t felt in ages, so I’m letting myself enjoy it. I tried to have more rebound sex after Roan. For two years, I went out with my coworkers and attempted to flirt with men at bars, only to go home and watch that stupid video on my phone. I realised quickly that I would never have sex that awesome ever again.
Maybe that’s why I never deleted the video. Heck, maybe he’s why I returned to London. Maybe there was a part of my brain that thought if I came back here, I could get back what I walked away from.
Roan’s large, warm hand releases my hair and slides down my neck and over my collarbone, his lips continuing to devour me. In one forceful grip, he grabs my breast over top of my blouse and squeezes it so hard, I rip my mouth from his and cry out in pleasure-filled pain.
“Oh my God,” I croak, my voice hoarse and filling the car with desire.
My gaze lands on Roan’s lap, and I see the very large outline of the erection he has inside his jeans. It’s bigger than it was at the boutique, and I bite my lip as I reach out to touch it. The ridiculous firmness of it causes a stirring between my legs that I want to be stoked.
“Look what you fucking do to me, mooi,” he murmurs, running his tongue along my pulse in the most delicious way possible. “Are you wet for me?” he asks as he bites down softly on my flesh. “Show me.”
I release a pained moan because, Jesus fucking Christ, I want to show him. I’m already mentally chastising myself for wearing leggings instead of a skirt because it makes this moment a bit more tricky.
Suddenly, an urgent rapping on the car window tears my focus away from the dampness of my panties. I whip my head around to see Indie’s curly red hair blowing in the wind.
She makes a hurried motion for me to roll down the window. As soon as I do, she rushes out, “You might want to stop whatever it is you’re doing because Camden is coming out any second. I’m not sure he’s going to appreciate the image of his cousin shagging his brothers’ teammate.”
“We’re not shagging!” I exclaim defensively, pushing my hair away from my face and darting my gaze up toward the front door of the house. “We’re not shagging.”
Indie gets an awkward look on her face. “Right. I’m just warning you. As you were.” She chirps the last bit and turns on her heel to walk back over to the steps leading up to their front door.
I run my hands down my thighs as I try to clear the lust-filled fog out of my brain. I know we weren’t shagging but, holy shit, were we just on our way to it? What the heck am I thinking?
I look sheepishly at Roan and exhale regrettably. “You’d better go.”
He caresses my face before asking, “Do you want to come home with me?”
I swallow. I swallow a lot. My feelings, my nerves, my hormones. I have to swallow them all down to the deep, dark vortex of my body because I know what it’s like to be with Roan. I’ve been there before, and it sort of makes going there again seem like an easy choice. But with what I’ve done, getting close to Roan is areallybad idea. “I think I’d better head inside.”
His eyes narrow. “Because of Camden? I’m not afraid of your cousin, Lis. I’ll talk to him and tell him we’re spending time together.”
He makes a move to get out of the car, but I place a hand on his arm to stop him. “Please don’t.”
He frowns at me, clearly confused by my sudden change in direction. Of course he’s confused. I was just stroking his penis and practically crawling onto his lap. Now I’m acting like a complete nut-job.
“I’ll call you later?” I ask as a means of a peace offering.
He nods his reluctant acceptance. “All right.”
He leans over and kisses me softly on the cheek before I slide out of the car and watch him drive away.
Indie winces at me from her seat on the front steps. “Sorry about that.”
I exhale heavily. “I’m the one who should be sorry.”
She straightens her glasses, perplexed by my reply, but Camden chooses that moment to stride out of the house.
“Snowflake is fed. He is alive. All is right in the world. Let’s get you and our baby some ice cream, Specs.” His gaze shifts from Indie as he notices me standing by the curb. “Allie! You look flushed. Want to come for some ice cream, too?”
“Sure,” I reply with a polite smile. “I could use some cooling off.”
