Page 55 of Payback
“Jesus Christ, Lis,” his voice husks in his delicious South African accent as his eyes zero in on my chest. He looks around the street at a few people passing by and jerks me by the hand into the doorway. “Fuck the barbeque. I’m eating you for dinner.”
He wraps me in his arms, his lips crashing down on mine as his hands move from my waist to my ass. He double squeezes each of my butt cheeks, pulling me against his groin as his tongue plunges deep into my mouth. It’s a fast, needy kiss, full of passion and power, and I realise that this is what makes it impossible for me to stay away from Roan DeWalt. The way he justtakesat the exact moments I want to give is the epitome of sexy.
And truly, giving back is the hospitable thing to do. I wrap my hands around his neck, wrestling my tongue with his and breathing in the fresh scent of his body that I’m quickly growing attached to. I just saw him last night, but in less than twenty-four hours, I somehow managed to miss him. Is that fucked-up or what? To have this desperate, frenetic need to unite our bodies on a daily basis surely isn’t normal, is it?
As the kiss heats up, I contemplate wrapping my legs around him and begging him to take me to his bedroom for a quickie before dinner. Thankfully, reality crashes in with a loud, clearing of the throat.
Our mouths break apart and we look up the staircase to see Mac standing awkwardly at the landing. He’s scratching the back of his neck with a sheepish look on his face. “I’m really trying hard to give yous some privacy, but you’re kind of blocking the door.”
Roan’s body shakes with silent laughter as he releases my ass and pulls me into the foyer. “Get out of here, you big goon,” he states jokingly.
Mac clomps down the stairs with a grin on his face, grabbing his keys off the hook by the door. He shoots me a wink. “Nice to see you again, Allie.”
“Nice to see you, too, Mac,” I reply, wiping at my lips because I’m certain that my gloss is smeared all over my face. “Where are you heading?”
A pleased smile touches his lips. “I’m going to see a film with Freya.”
“Like a date?” I ask excitedly, thinking the two of them together is an unexpected pairing but kind of perfect in a lot of ways.
“No, we’re just mates. I think she still mostly hates me, but we have similar taste in movies and telly, so she seems to be tolerating me for whatever reason.”
I nod and smile knowingly. “Well, have fun then.”
“You, too.” He waggles his eyebrows at Roan and then leaves, closing the door behind him.
“Where were we?” Roan asks, moving in to assault my mouth again.
“Show me your place first,” I state, pressing my hands to his chest for some space. “Or were you planning to keep me in the foyer all night?”
He purses his lips to the side and looks around. “I think I could fuck you against this wall quite easily.”
I roll my eyes as he smiles and grabs my hand, leading me up the stairs. “Living room, dining room, kitchen.” He points to a door just off the kitchen. “Mac’s room.” He rounds a corner and points up another flight of stairs. “My room. Let’s have a closer look, shall we?”
I laugh and pull him back into the kitchen. “You’re supposed to be cooking for me.”
“I was until you showed up in that sexy dress with your nipples out for the world to see. Do you ever wear a bra when you go out, mooi?”
I frown and cover my breasts. “I wear bras…sometimes.”
He points accusingly at my chest. “You haven’t worn a bra on either of our two dates, leaving your breasts out for everyone to see.”
My shoulders tense from his observation. “Well, it just depends on the outfit, and this happens to be a no-bra sort of dress.”
He nods and leans himself against the counter with his arms crossed, the veins running up his skin on full display. “Believe me, I’m not complaining. Nor would your cab driver, people you pass on the sidewalk. Fucking Mac.” He gestures toward the door.
“Are youjealous?” I ask, my posture stiffening as I position myself against the opposite counter like I’m preparing to face-off.
“Jealous of people seeing your nipples?” he asks, his brows risen like what I said is humourous. “Fuck yes, I’m jealous.”
Trigger. Instant, bright red, and very angry trigger.
I cross my arms over my chest defensively and reply, “Then maybe we should stop all this now.”
He pushes himself off the counter and stands up straight, rubbing the back of his neck in shock. “What do you mean by that? Stop us?”
I prop my hands on my hips. “I’m not looking for someone to be overprotective of me. Or possessive. Or jealous. I had someone like that for five years and it made me miserable. And it was total bullshit because the same rules didn’t apply to me.”
“What rules?” he snaps, dropping his hands to his sides.
