Page 32 of Roark
She didn’t keep him waiting long—not because of his directive for her not to do so, but because she was ready.
His door was ajar, and she pushed it open further to step inside. The first thing she felt when she entered was the heat. Not the sexual heat that had engulfed them in the garden, but a real fire-blazing heat, and for just a second, she thought about the flames she’d seen stretching through the windows at the cottage last night. Giving herself a mental shake, Tamika closed and locked the door behind her.
When she didn’t immediately see him, she walked over to the sitting area, where the fire was crackling in the fireplace. Moving closer, she stood there with her arms folded across her chest, staring at the blaze. She’d always been strangely drawn to fire, not in the “I wanna burn shit up” type of way, but in an inquisitive way that had pushed her to learn more about her father’s career and eventually to carve out a notch in that world for herself. If she’d only known then what fire would really come to mean in her life.
She heard him come up behind her this time and instantly leaned back into his embrace as his hands went to her shoulders.
“If you’re having second thoughts, it’s okay. We can just sit and talk.” How was it that this guy’s voice could always wash over her and drape her in this cloak of comfort that was more than unexpected? In the life she’d sworn for herself, it was also undesired. And yet, it felt so good.
“If I had second thoughts, I wouldn’t be here,” she replied honestly, because honest was what she planned to be with any man in her life moving forward. It was something she’d told herself was a necessity and that she wasn’t going to sideline ever again. “Are you having second thoughts?”
The first part of his answer was to lean forward and kiss her neck while his hands moved down her arms to wrap her in a warm hug. “Not at all.”
Well then, she thought and turned in his embrace. When they were facing each other, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for another kiss. The desire between them burned equally as bright as that fire and took barely nothing to be ignited. That was new too. There was no build-up with this guy, no slow burning of waiting and wanting. They’d both just known and as mature adults were acting on their wants. Score one for the grown and sexy folks.
His arms had gone around her waist, where he’d immediately grabbed her ass, squeezing her plump cheeks appreciatively. She pressed her body into his, enjoying the feel of his longing against her stomach once again. The memory of his rigid length in her hands a little while ago had a moan escaping as she thought of his hard dick being deep inside her very soon.
His mind was on the same track as he pushed her dress up once more. This time he didn’t stop when it was at her waist but inched it up until they had to break the kiss and she could lift her arms so he could take it off completely. She wore only her bra and the golden glow from the fire behind her, and when Roark stepped back, dropping her dress onto the floor, his gaze plastered to her body, there was nothing but appreciation and maybe a pinch of awe in his eyes.
“You’re amazing,” he whispered.
As compliments went, that one was a winner, and Tamika pushed back every offensive and hurtful slur Colin had ever tossed at her in regard to her weight and body type. Folding her arms behind her back, she unsnapped her bra and let her heavy breasts fall free, because if he was going to admire her body, he might as well get it all in one gulp. And that was precisely what he did when she tossed the bra onto the floor to join her dress and his eyes rested on her breasts.
“Gorgeous,” he mumbled and immediately touched a hand to each globe.
He kneaded and squeezed, taking her taut nipples between his fingers before moaning his appreciation. Her eyes closed momentarily to the warmth of this touch, and the tendrils of pleasure that soared through her breasts with his ministrations. When he lowered himself so his face was buried between her tits, she gasped and clapped her hands to the back of his head as if to hold him there forevermore. The sounds he made assured her he didn’t mind being smothered by her plentiful breasts. In fact, if she wasn’t thinking that he liked them, she knew for certain when he turned his face and opened his mouth wide to take a nipple inside.
This rich, fine man could suck titties for days, and she could definitely appreciate that. His mouth moved over her like he’d been starving for this feast she was offering. While he sucked one breast, his hand worked the other, squeezing and now pinching her nipple until a tiny spike of pain exploded and rained down more pleasure that trickled straight to her crotch. He moved to the next breast with no intention of slighting her in any way, sucking and squeezing until she was biting her lower lip in an attempt to keep from yelling out his name.
When he finally tore his mouth away and stood in front of her again, Tamika went straight for his shirt, pulling it from his pants and lifting it up over his head. His chest was bare before her now, and this time she sucked in a breath to keep from saying “dayuuuum” out loud. She’d known he was a nicely built guy, but glimpsing all that golden-brown skin stretched over nothing but muscle in the glow of the firelight made her mouth water. She ran her fingers over his thick biceps, loving the feel of physical strength there that matched the strength of his character she’d witnessed shining through earlier today, when he’d tossed those detectives out of his house.
He stood still as her palms flattened over the most defined pectoral muscles she’d ever admired close up. Why he hid all this under those dress shirts and ties, and even the fitting T-shirts she’d seen him in, was a mystery. Then again, he couldn’t actually walk around with his bare chest out 24/7—women would be dropping their panties the second he walked into a room. Leaning in, she kissed one dark nipple then let her tongue run over it. His hands went to her head, holding her close in a way similar to what she’d done to him. Then his fingers were in her hair, scraping along her scalp as he’d done earlier. That, of all the things he’d done to her so far, was the most enticing. She’d never thought her scalp to be a pleasure point, but the slight tremble in her thighs with the first stroke of his fingers was a tell-tale sign. She switched to the next pectoral and he continued driving his fingers through her hair.
“Do you want the bed?” His voice was gruff with need that eased over her body like hot oil.
“Right now, I only want you.”
Roark was apparently cool with that, because he lowered her to the floor, where she noticed the thick cream-colored blanket for the first time. It was positioned right in front of the fire. Obviously, Roark had suspected this would be their spot. When she was seated on the floor where he’d also placed a bunch of pillows she recognized from the couches in the center of the room, Roark stood beside her, easing the belt from the hoops on his jeans.
Okay, now she was getting a personal strip show. She was definitely down for that. He’d already removed his shoes and socks, another thing she hadn’t noticed before, but his belt joined her pile of clothes on the floor and his fingers went to the snap of his jeans.
“Do you like what you see?” he asked as he dragged the zipper down slow enough to cause the beginnings of a cardiac event on her part.
She licked her lips. “I’m pretty sure I’m going to like it much more when you’re finished.”
He chuckled. “Damn, I enjoy your candor.”
And she enjoyed his British accent. This clearly wasn’t the first time she’d noticed it, but it was the first time she realized just how much she liked the sound of every word he said, because it sounded different than she’d ever heard those words spoken before.
The jeans came off and the gray boxers followed, and all that was left was his long, thick dick bobbing as if performing for her. She didn’t lick her lips again, but she did swallow, hard, at the sight. With a stilted curse, he moved to their pile of clothes and found his wallet, which he hunted through to pull out a condom. For a moment she felt like an idiot for not thinking about protection in the time she’d been ogling him. Telling herself she would’ve thought about it before they went too far, she lowered herself down to the pillows as he came closer.
When he dropped the packet onto the rug beside them and began to spread her legs apart, he must’ve noticed her frown. “Not yet, darlin’. I need to taste you first.” He looked like a predator, staring up at her while moving his body between her legs. As he pressed them open wider, his hands touched the skin of her ankles, up to her calves and then to the inner thighs.
“Is this, like, a taste test? Do you sample every part of me before you decide if you want to go further?”
His face had been buried in one thigh, his tongue stroking along her skin, his cheeks rubbing over her like he was feeling something special in the thickness there. “I already know how far I’m going to go with you, Tamika. The tasting is just the preamble to the main show.”
She wanted to scream for him to take all of her right this very moment, but she refrained, clenching and releasing her fingers as anticipation mixed with arousal threatened to strangle her with the potent need.
