Page 56 of Payback
I bark out a laugh as flashbacks of all the fucked-up shit in my relationship creep into my mind. “My ex went nuts whenever I so much as looked at a guy. He even quit inviting me to work parties because he didn’t want other men to notice me. But apparently he could speak to or flirt with whomever he liked, even going so far as to screwing my stepsister. So I’m sorry, but if you’re the jealous type, then you and I are a bad idea because I’m not putting myself in a one-sided situation like that again. I refuse.”
“This isn’t one-sided,” Roan retorts, shoving the sleeves of his shirt up to ready himself for a fight. “If you and I are dating, you can absolutely tell me when something I do bothers you. Hell, you can tell me what to do if you’d like!”
“What are you talking about?” I ask, my voice wavering.
He shrugs. “If you don’t want me to talk to women, I won’t.”
“That’s stupid,” I reply, rolling my eyes.
“It’s not stupid,” he says, taking a step toward me. “You’ve been burned, so I’m willing to do whatever it takes for you to feel comfortable with me, mooi.”
I open my mouth to respond, but no words come out. He’s just made me realise how awful I would feel if I saw him out with another woman after the last few days we’ve spent together.
“So if you need me to not speak to other women to help establish trust between us, I’ll do that for you. Gladly. I can’t imagine how fucked your head is after that kind of betrayal, so accept what I’m offering.” He takes another step closer. “But if you think I’m not going to get jealous of people who get to see those beautiful nipples of yours, then you’re dead wrong. I’m a man, and I have a right to be jealous of people who are undoubtedly having sexual thoughts about you.”
He looks down and eyes my breasts with a hungriness that has me taking a step away from the countertop to stand up straight and meet his power toe to toe. I jut out my chin and open my mouth to reply with some sort of counter-argument that should be alive inside of me, but our close proximity seems to have sucked out all my good sense.
With a wicked look in his eyes, he reaches out and runs the tip of his finger along my breast. His digit swirls in a circular motion around my nipple, causing it to harden even more beneath the tight fabric. I inhale a shaky breath, hating how my body is reacting to his touch when I was trying to take a stand only twenty seconds ago.
His voice is deep and husky when he continues, “However, I don’t have a right to tell you what to wear or hide you from the world, mooi. No one should. But I do have the right to calmly tell you how I feel about it. If I don’t, it defeats the whole purpose.” His finger slides over my other breast, teasing the flesh and eliciting more reaction from my traitorous hormones.
“What purpose?” I ask, my voice cracking with arousal.
“The purpose of turning you on.” He slowly splays his palm out over my breast and squeezes me in a way that has my body arching into his touch. My pelvis is practically begging for his fingers to go lower. He leans in and whispers against my lips, “Jealousy is epic foreplay if used properly. Because if I tell you I want to fucking murder any man who lays eyes on you since you’re mine, you can’t tell me it doesn’t make your broekies wet.”
He pulls the strap of my dress down and presses a kiss on my exposed shoulder. Goosebumps erupt all over my skin and my insides clench at his naughty words.
“I can smell your arousal from here, mooi,” he says, sliding his hand down my body and reaching under the hem of my dress. He slowly glides his fingers up the inside of my thigh. His bare skin on my bare skin causing my entire body to catch fire. “Jealousy can be fucking sexy when there’s trust attached to it.”
His touch reaches the apex of my thighs, and I let out a tiny moan when he presses his fingers over my panties along my centre.
He smiles down at me. “Damp, just as I suspected.”
With a deep growl of desire, he presses his other hand on my belly and backs me up until I’m against the kitchen counter.
“What are you doing?” I ask, my voice breathy and uneven.
“I’m showing you that it’s okay to like this.”
He dips his head and captures my lips with his, thrusting his tongue deep into my mouth. At the same time, he grabs the crotch of my panties and slips his fingers past the barrier to touch my bare clit. The instant his skin touches mine, I have to bite back a cry of pleasure because it’s exactly where I want him. I want him there and everywhere. I want his cock inside of me, and I want to come like I’ve been coming every day this week.
“Jesus, you’re so wet for me,” he murmurs against my lips, thrusting his fingers as deep inside of me as he can go. I gyrate against his palm with desperate need before he pulls out of me and begins to yank my panties down my hips. Then he hoists me up onto the counter and spreads my legs wide.
My eyes flicker open, remembering where I am and what we’re supposed to be doing. “I thought you were making me dinner,” I state nervously, my body feeling like a ticking time bomb, ready to explode. It’s not normal to need someone this much.
Staring straight into my eyes, he replies, “I’m going to have you for my first course, if you don’t mind.”
Lowering to his knees, he shoves my dress up with his large, masculine hands. With one sharp inhale of breath, his mouth is on me, between my legs and on my tender flesh that is practically sobbing with need.
He licks and sucks and works my clit over to within an inch of my life. His tongue swirls and flattens, and he occasionally brings his fingers into play to fuck me so perfectly, I can’t sit still. My wedge sandals prod into his shoulders, my hands are frantically grabbing at anything near me just to make sure that this entire act doesn’t disintegrate me into nothingness.
My reaction seems to please him because I feel his rumble of approval between my thighs. He grabs my hips and jerks me harder onto his face, his fingers digging into my flesh like he wants to permanently mark me as his forever.
Maybe jealousycanbe hot.
It was never hot with my ex. It was ugly, and it made him look insecure and weak. Roan is none of those things. He’s strong and confident, and he’s claiming his territory with his mouth.
When he sharply clamps down on my clit with a hard, punishing suck, my climax tears through me. My cries are so loud that I’m sure the neighbours can hear everything. But it’s not something I could stop. The reaction my body has to his touch is involuntary and completely out of my control.
