Diary of a Bad Boy(89)
I scoop up a bite of brownie with the fork Roark brought over and start to chew as I stare at the dessert. “I think we still have some time before we tell him.”
“Is that so?” Roark asks, leaning back in his chair, his large arm draping over the chair next to him. Shirtless, his chest muscles contract as he shifts, his eyes trained on me as his unruly hair falls over his forehead. “You think we have some time still? What exactly does that mean?”
He’s not angry, not even a little upset, just inquisitive. It almost makes me more nervous. “I think we should spend more time getting to know each other before we tell my dad.”
“Thinking about changing your mind, lass?”
“What? No. Of course not.” I take a deep breath. “I like where we are right now, and I don’t want to lose that.” I bite my bottom lip and say my biggest fear out loud. “What if he doesn’t approve, Roark? What then? I’m not ready to lose you.”
“If he doesn’t approve are you going to break up with me?” he asks, shifting forward now and clasping his hands together under the table.
“No,” I shake my head. “It would make things exponentially harder if he doesn’t approve, and I don’t want to deal with hard right now. I like how things are between us. Can’t we keep it that way for a little while longer?”
Understanding washes over him as he visibly relents. “Yeah, we can.”
“Thank you.” I stand from my seat and round the table where I straddle his lap and loop my arms around his neck. Wearing nothing but his T-shirt and a pair of underwear, I settle easily on his thighs and press a warm kiss across his lips that he easily reciprocates.
Hands on my thighs, he takes a deep breath and leans back to look at me. A serious expression passes over his eyes before he says, “You’re not ashamed of me, are you, Sutton?”
He can’t be serious.
“Oh my gosh, no.” How could he think that? I cup his cheeks. “Roark, if you think that, I clearly haven’t been doing my job to reassure you how much you mean to me.”
He rubs my thighs up and down, the warmth of his hands spreading all over my skin. “I’m sorry I asked; it was stupid.”
“It wasn’t, and if you asked, it’s because I put something in your head to doubt me, to doubt us.” I force him to look at me, those seldom serious eyes penetrating straight through my heart. “Please don’t doubt us, Roark. When I say I’m the happiest I’ve ever been because I’m with you, I mean it. I know you want to tell my dad, get it over with, but give me a little more time, okay?”
He nods. “I’ll give you all the time you want, as long as you’re mine.”
“I’m all yours.” I shift on his lap, hooking my feet around his legs.
“You better be.” He brings my mouth to his and leisurely explores my lips with his, occasionally swiping his tongue across them, sending a bolt of arousal straight through my center. When he pulls away, he drags out my lip for a second with his teeth, teasing me. “If we’re not telling your dad right away, I think it’s time you meet the boys . . . properly.”
“The boys?”
He nods. “Bram and Rath.”
Oh . . . THE boys. This should be very interesting.
Very interesting and fun.
“What happens if I find Rath more attractive than you? Aren’t you nervous about that?”
“No.”
Roark flanks my side, his hand securely fastened around mine as we walk to the restaurant Rath and Bram chose to meet me. Only a few more blocks at Roark’s powerwalking speed.
“How can you be so sure? Isn’t he incredibly intelligent, ruthless, and rich?”
“Taking notes when I talk to ya, lass?”
“Maybe.” I chuckle. “But seriously, you’re not worried at all?”
“No.” He stops in front of the restaurant, grabs the door, and turns toward me, his eyes intent on connecting with mine. “I’m not worried, because after what I did to you this morning and the way you cried out my name in worship, trust me, I’m feeling pretty damn secure right now. Plus, I’m sexier than Rath.” He winks and then guides me into the restaurant as my face heats from the memory of this morning.
Not that I would ever be interested in anyone but Roark—it’s fun to tease him, though—but clearly that’s not something to tease him about, because he’ll never fall for it. There’s no way he ever will, especially after what he said. This morning, oh God, I’ve never come so hard. He handcuffed my hands with sheets to his headboard then spent what felt like half an hour running his lips up and down my body until I was so turned on I couldn’t think of anything else. And when he gave me release, I moaned his name loud enough for the entire building to hear.
It was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, and I don’t think it’s simply Roark’s outstanding bedroom skills at play here. I trust him. Completely. And it allows me to surrender control to him, and holy shit, is it worth it. Only Roark could generate such rapture within me.
“You know, if you keep blushing like that, I’m going to skip dinner and take you back to my place to do something about those red cheeks of yours,” he whispers in my ear.
I turn into him and smile, embarrassed he can see the effect he has on me.