Diary of a Bad Boy(70)
His brow pinches together. “Quit smokin’? I didn’t know that was in the plan.”
“It is if you want in my pants.”
“Hell.” He drags his hand over his face. “You’re going to take away all my accessories, aren’t ya? Make me a preppy boy.”
I shake my head. “No, I want you just the way you are, asshole tendencies and all.”
“Then why are you taking away my cigarettes?”
“Because I want you to be able to fuck me without losing your breath.” I smile brightly at the shocked look on his face. Heck, I might be a little shocked myself.
“Worried about my stamina, lass?”
Casually, I shrug. “I don’t know, you sounded a little winded when you were dry-humping me.”
“Winded?” he asks, sitting back. “You thought I was winded?” I shrug again. “I wasn’t fucking winded, I was desperate. Do you have any idea how hard it’s been for me to hold back? To not take you against a wall every time I saw you? I’ve had to control myself for weeks now, so if I was breathing hard while rubbing my thick cock along your pussy, it’s not because I was winded,” he says, his words lighting up my entire body. “It’s because I desperately wanted you.”
Is it hot out here, or is it just me?
I bite my bottom lip, and his eyes fall to my mouth.
I wet my lips, and he does the same.
I shift in my seat, and he sits on the edge of his.
“Are you going to kiss me, Roark?”
“I don’t know,” he says, placing his hand at the back of my neck and pulling me closer before weaving his fingers through my hair. “Do you want me to?”
“You know I do. I’ve been waiting forever to know what it feels like to have your lips on mine.”
“If that’s the case . . .” He nods for me to come closer and then pats his lap. “Come here, Sutton.”
Excitement beats through my veins as I unfold from my chair and move toward him, taking the blanket with me. I drape it over my shoulders and straddle his lap, my knees falling to either side of his body. He grips the blanket and pulls it tighter around me before moving his hands to my face where he gently strokes my cheeks.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful. I don’t know why I’ve been denying myself for so long.”
“Oh, you know, because you’re older than I am, because my dad is your client, stupid crap like that.”
He chuckles. “Ah, so we’re taking the mature route, I see.”
“Just letting you know how stupid you’ve been.”
“I guess that’s something I can count on when it comes to us.”
Us. That makes me smile as I settle more onto his lap.
“I like hearing you say that. Us. It feels so right.”
“It does.” He presses his forehead against mine. “Christ, Sutton. I’m nervous.”
“Nervous?” My hands slide up his thick chest. “Why?”
“Because I really don’t want to screw this up.” Oh God, I could love this man. I finally feel as though I’m seeing all of him. He’s more . . . raw, less masked. How can he have so little faith in himself? It has to do with his horrible family. If only they knew the damage they’ve inflicted. It makes me so angry.
My hand rubs over his heart. “You won’t.” I nudge his head with mine and say, “Now kiss me under the stars. Give us a moment to remember for a long time.”
His lips part, his hand cups my jaw, tilting it back slightly right before his lips press against mine. I sigh into the connection and explore. He’s sweet at first, gliding his mouth over mine, learning his way around, and then the intensity starts to grow as he grips me tighter.
His mouth parts and so does mine, but he doesn’t explore with his tongue yet. He softly open-mouth kisses me, keeping my head steady as he tilts his head side to side, not missing an inch of my mouth.
I shift on his lap and he groans into my mouth, swiping his tongue across my lips, enticing me, looking for more, so I match his swipe with one of my own. The minute our tongues clash, they tangle together, and our grip on each other grows stronger, our need intensifying.
This is so much more than I ever expected. I knew he’d be a good kisser, simply from the way he made me come on his tongue. But the contrast between soft and hard in his kisses, the way he takes charge, the taste of him in my mouth, it’s more than I thought possible. With each kiss, he’s ruining me for every other man out there… not that I want to ever kiss another man after this.
Mouths connected, he glides his hands down my body to my hips where he holds tightly. I slowly start to rock back and forth on top of him.
He stills me and breaks our kiss. “Not here, Sutton.”
“Not here, what?”
Pushing my hair behind my ear, he looks at me sweetly. “We’re not about to dry-hump in front of a fire where your dad could easily see us. We shouldn’t be doing this . . . here.”
My brow rises in question, shocked by the goody-two-shoes vibes he’s giving me. “You’re telling me you don’t want to get caught? This coming from the guy who rarely gives two shits about anything?”
He chuckles and grips me tighter, and that devilish smile slices through me. “If it was anyone else, I would be laying them out on the dirt right now, but it’s different with you.”