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“Can’t stop, and I don’t know if I want to.” That was true for his thoughts and for the deep strokes he was taking inside her, although he was positive he didn’t want to stop pumping.
She shook her head. “No answers. Don’t stop. Please, for the love of everything, don’t stop.”
And he didn’t, at least not for long. He stood them up again, this time easing his dick out of her slowly and letting her wet body slide down the length of his. Taking her face in his hands then, Roark kissed her. He dipped his tongue deep into her mouth and stroked it along hers, drenching himself in her taste. She grabbed his biceps, holding them tight as she tilted her head to accept his kiss and offer even more access.
Out of breath and aroused beyond measure, Roark finally tore his mouth away from hers, but for another few seconds he simply stared down at her. She blinked, but stared up at him too. Her eyes weren’t quite hazel, but they weren’t as dark as his either, and tonight he thought he could see something sparkle in them. Her lips were swollen now after his hungry kiss, parted slightly so he just caught a glimpse of her straight white teeth.
“I could look at you forever.” He had no idea where that admission came from. It didn’t accurately depict how much he wanted to be inside her again, and yet it seemed true from some far-away place inside him. “You make me feel…” he continued and then stopped to shake his head. “You just make me feel.”
She leaned in, resting her forehead against his chest, but didn’t speak. After a few seconds, Roark walked them back until she was against the edge of the pool. He dropped another kiss on her lips before turning her away from him and kissing down her spine. He cupped her ass, groaned at how good it felt in his hands and eased her cheeks apart so he could slide his dick into her pussy again.
Tamika gripped the lip of the tub and leaned forward until he had to take a step back. He held her hips and just stood, buried deep inside her for endless moments, loving how tightly her pussy grabbed his dick every time, as if it’d waited specifically for him. That thought spurred him on, and Roark began to move, at first pumping slowly, but then picking up the pace.
She pumped back, twirling her ass on his dick and then popping her hips so he felt like her pussy would strangle him with how good it felt. He looked down and watched her ass jiggle, and his mouth watered. In the next seconds, he did something he’d never done before, lifted a hand and smacked her ass cheek. It wasn’t a hard smack, but the sound echoed over the rumble of the bubbles, and when she moaned, he did that shit again and again. One hand to one cheek, the other hand to the other cheek. In between, her ass moved and he pumped. She arched her back, and he thought he’d explode at that very moment, but Tamika had more to give him, and Roark was there for the taking.
Until there was nothing left for either of them but bliss. She moaned his name, repeating it as his body tensed. “Roark. Roark. Roark.”
“Yes. Yes. Yes,” he replied as he stiffened behind her and closed his eyes to the intense sensations rippling through him. “Yes, my sweetness. Fuckin’ yes!”
Seconds seemed like years as they stood in that water trying to catch their breath. Roark was afraid to move, afraid something inside him might break once they were separated. That feeling bothered him enough that he pulled away and immediately stepped out of the hot tub.
He extended his hands to her, helped her out and when they stood holding hands, he leaned in to kiss her forehead and then her cheek. “I’m sorry.”
She shook her head. “For what?”
“For not protecting you.” He felt like an ass now for not stopping to think about the condom.
“I’m on birth control,” she said, and Roark’s mind immediately reverted to their discussion about children. When he didn’t speak, she sighed. “It’s my fault too. So let’s leave the apologies.” She eased out of his grasp then and went in search of her bathing suit. Roark found his clothes. He held the wet boxers in his hand after slipping on his pants, shirt and shoes. “You think anybody’s still up? I’d love a slice of that rum cake Dorianne made.”
Her tone sounded light and when Roark turned, it was to see that she’d put on a robe that came to her knees and flip-flops.
“Probably not. Suri was going over to the manor to see what type of nightly entertainment they had. One of the guards went with her, and he’ll bring her back. The others are probably in their rooms for the night.”
“I sure hope so,” she said and led the way to the door.
Roark followed her, thinking about the things he’d said when inside her and how true they all were. He hadn’t come here to get involved with a woman and yet, that was exactly what he’d done.
Now, he had to figure out what he was going to do about that.
Chapter 18
It was Sunday morning, and Tamika was dressed for church. It had been years since she’d attended a church service, and she’d never attended one in England.
Standing in front of the floor-length mirror in her room, she surveyed the outfit she’d selected again. She adjusted the waist of the chocolate-brown pleated skirt she’d decided to wear and then tugged on the navy-blue jacket she’d put on over a white top.
“Dressy, but not too dressy. Every body part covered, except my toes, which will need a pedicure pretty soon.” She turned one way and looked at her reflection and then another to see the same reflection.
“The shoes are really cute.”
Tamika spun around to see Lily walking further into her room. She hadn’t heard the woman enter, but she knew her door was open, because her mother had been in here to hurry her along about ten minutes ago. “Thank you, and yes, I agree,” Tamika said, extending one foot so she could look down at the strappy brown sandals that had come with the shipment of things from CKDavis Designs. “Oh, and thanks again for recommending the design website. There are some great things on there for plus-size women. You don’t see that often.”
Lily stood closer to her now. She’d pulled her hair up today, twisting it into a stylish knot that sat at her nape. She was a pretty woman with an American accent, and Tamika wondered if being an assistant concierge was her dream job. It seemed like such an out-of-the-ordinary thought, so she didn’t say anything. “I love the clothes there, although I can’t afford any.” Lily lifted one of Tamika’s curls and continued to smile at her.
“Is it too much?” she asked and then looked at her hair in the mirror. “I wanted to do something other than wear it straight or in a ponytail. That’s all I’ve done to it since I’ve been here. I mean, I am going to church with Roark’s family for the first time.”
“Yes, it’s fine. And I completely understand your being worried about a family outing such as this, but believe me, everything is going to be just fine.” Lily’s smile was reassuring.
“You’re always so helpful,” Tamika told her. “And I don’t think it’s all your job, either.”
