Page 31 of Roark
His lips were on hers in seconds, this kiss hungrier, deeper than the other two had been. Frankly, she didn’t give a damn how the kisses were described. All she knew was that she wanted every second of it to continue.
“Just need to…touch…you.”
Well, shit, he’d been touching her. The scorch marks from his hands were all up and down her back and on her ass. What else could he possibly be thinking of touch…
The word died in her thoughts as his hand moved around to slip between her thighs. She adjusted, spreading them a little wider, but he knew where to go. He cupped her pussy first, his full hand grabbing her and holding until she thought she might come simply from the heat his touch was infusing.
“Damn!” He seemed to choke the word out before his fingers eased to the side, finding the band of her panties. Pushing the cloth aside, he pressed his fingers between her already wet folds.
Roark obviously knew what he wanted and how fast he wanted to get there, because there was no preamble to his fondling. He pushed past her pussy lips, grazed over her puckered clit and thrust his finger inside her within a three-second time span.
“I knew you’d be wet,” he said and then made a low growling sound that had Tamika pumping into his hand. “Fuck! So wet!”
And she was. The way his finger moved so fast in and out of her sent pleasure rippling through her body, while the sound that action caused echoed around them. Was she really standing in the middle of a garden getting a magnificent hand job from this guy? Hell yes, and she was thoroughly enjoying every second of it. So much so, she lifted one leg and wrapped it around his waist. He groaned and dropped his head so he could kiss along her neck while his finger continued to move in and out of her.
“Had to touch you, feel you, right now.” He was saying the words and moving his finger and tracing his tongue along her skin, all the things that were succeeding in driving her out of her mind with need.
Her hips moved to the rhythm of his finger. She wanted him to go deeper, harder. She wanted him to make her come, right here in the middle of this garden. “Never would’ve thought,” she mumbled. “Feels so damn good.”
“Yeah, it does,” he said. “Yeah, it definitely does feel good.”
Truth be told, it felt magnificent to her. Nine months, in comparison to Roark’s six-month hiatus, had been way too long without sex, and even though this wasn’t the thick-dick penetration she’d been thinking of earlier with him, it was still pretty close. Speaking of which, she pushed her hand between their bodies, easing down until she felt the print of his massive erection straining against his pants. If she pulled him out right now, she had no doubt he’d slip inside her and they’d be full-on fucking in the garden. Instead, she rubbed her hand over his length, gripping him through the pants and loving the sound of his breath quickening as she did.
“You want this dick, don’t you?”
Man, if he wasn’t asking the dumbest of questions.
“But not here,” he followed up quickly. “Not. Yet.”
Because he was too busy making her come with just his fingers. Yes, he continued to plunge deep inside her, pausing only to drag a finger back to her clit, where his quick circular motions had her breath catching between moans. Roark knew exactly what he was doing. She was pressing into his hand so hard, her thighs were already trembling, her orgasm just seconds away.
No, not seconds—it was there in full force when her body bowed in his grasp, her toes curled in her sandals, eyes closed tightly as bursts of color behind her lids signified the swirl of pleasure rippling through her body at this very moment.
She hadn’t realized she’d gripped his dick until he moaned, “Fuck! You’re trying to make me come too.”
She wasn’t, not at that moment, but damn, his dick felt good in her hand, almost as good as his fingers felt when he began massaging her pussy.
In the next moments after they’d both caught their breath, Roark eased his hand from between her legs. He lowered her leg to the ground and then stepped back to fix her dress. Tamika ran her fingers through her hair and cleared her throat, like that was going to shake the remnants of that terrific orgasm from her mind and body.
“I can meet you in your bedroom, or you can come to mine.” His voice sounded deeper, but more controlled than ever.
“I’ll come to you,” she said, feeling a little shaky at how quickly she’d acquiesced.
None of this was like her, not the Tamika of the past. Colin would say it first, that her attitude toward sex had always seemed reserved or, worse, scripted. That could be because she’d always had to psyche herself up to have sex with him. This, with Roark, wasn’t planned, it hadn’t even been expected, and yet, here they were.
“I’ll leave first. Don’t be long.”
In seconds she was standing there alone, still trying to wrap her mind around what had just happened and what was undoubtedly about to happen. To hell with that—she could think about all that other stuff later. Right now, she was going to get what she wanted, something she hadn’t done in her past few years. Something she’d regretted allowing Colin to take from her.
Tamika wasn’t going to be nervous. She was thirty-six years old and no stranger to sex. In some cases, she was no stranger to kinky and rough sex, but that was another subject. She stepped into her room and walked immediately to the bathroom. Once inside, she closed and locked that door and went to the sink, turning on the hot and then cold water. Then she just stood there, staring at her reflection in the mirror.
“Fine as wine.” She whispered the words she’d been telling herself since she was sixteen. Why? Because if nobody else told her how good she looked, she’d always be there to tell herself. It had never been her inclination to depend on anybody for anything to be the woman she wanted to be, and yet, she’d once fallen into a trap that had threatened to steal her very soul.
But that wasn’t what she was supposed to be thinking right now. With a shake of her head, she lowered her hands to the water, bent over and splashed water on her face. She repeated the action one more time for good measure before reaching for a hand towel. There was a pile of them folded neatly between both sinks now, as well as a smaller pile of washcloths. Once her face was dry, she grabbed a cloth and dropped it into the sink. Lifting her dress, she removed her panties, the ones that were now drenched in her very natural and extremely enjoyable reaction to Roark’s touch.
After a quick wash-up, she turned off the water and stared at her reflection a few seconds more. She was going to have sex with Roark Donovan, a sexy millionaire who was accused of killing his mother. Well, that was something new to add to the list of the unexpected things that had happened in her life. And just as with the other things, she decided to stop questioning it now.“Life happens fast. What’s most important is that you stay in the driver’s seat and keep moving.”That was what her father used to tell her.
Tonight, she was going to sit tight in the driver’s seat and see exactly where this trip to Roark’s bedroom would take her.
