“I would be more than happy to help out with your little… issue.”
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With a gasp, I jerked around and found Roark outlined by the doorframe, hands behind his back and a roguish smile curling his mouth. I’d been so in my head I hadn’t heard him open the door. The side with his scar made his grin slightly crooked, but it made him sexier. Desire pooled downward, and I swallowed thickly.
It wasn’t the need for him that made me clench my hands. It was the rush of… emotion as soon as I glanced at him. Tensing, I forced the thought away, every part of me recoiling.
No. Never. I didn’t… I’d never… It was pure lust I felt.
God, I didn’t want to get hurt again.
“You could have knocked,” I said in a much calmer tone than I felt. He needed to stop sneaking up on me.
His smile widened, and he shrugged. He took a step toward me, and I unconsciously scooted back on the bed. That smile was doing very disruptive things to my system. My breathing picked up as my gaze ran down his body without my consent. I could feel his playfulness through the bond, and I wanted to soften, but I refused to give in to the stupid desire.
Had he sensed what I’d felt for him when he’d walked in? I really hoped not.
He didn’t answer the unspoken question, just bridged the distance between us with a determined glint in his eyes that set me on edge. I expected him to say something, but he remained annoyingly silent.
When he stood before me, he grasped the back of my neck and leaned down to fuse our mouths. His tongue claimed mine, and I gasped.
“What are you d-doin?” I tried, but I couldn’t pull away.
I moaned into his mouth, and he took it as permission to slowly back me onto the bed. The part of me that took over when he’d first taken me reared her head. She was in control, and she didn’t care about what I wanted.
I stopped fighting him and grabbed his shoulders, digging in my fingers into his flesh to bring his warmth closer to me. I hooked my legs over his hips and ground myself against his hardness. A gasp exploded from him. The next thing I knew, he tore my shirt from me with a hard yank.
The crisp air shocked me, and I looked up at him, wide-eyed. That grin melted me, and I gave in to the emotions swirling through me.
“I need you,” I rasped, and his eyes turned molten. My desire had built to an almost painful level, and I wanted him inside me—now.
Reaching down, I hurriedly tugged his pants down and gripped his erection. His eyes slid closed, breathing growing heavier. His reaction made me grow wetter than I already was, until I was writhing against the bed with the need for him.
When his length slowly entered me, spearing me to the bed, I threw my head back. It was so good and yet not enough.
“Faster,” I groaned, angry that he was holding back.
He growled and picked up speed, jacking into me with harsh motions. I met him midway, and the fantastic pleasure built. He looked down at me like I was everything, and my own heart begged to respond.
The heat grew to a feverish level, and I thrashed under him, my eyes sliding closed as goosebumps rose all over my body. My release seemed never-ending as wave after wave of pleasure crashed into me. From afar, I heard him gasp out my name. An explosion sounded, but I was too busy basking in the pleasure to pay attention.
He slumped on top of me, and I grunted at the heaviness that was more comfortable than I wanted it to be. The release lulled me, and my body begged to nestle into his arms and sleep. Tensing, I pushed him off me instead.
He fell on his side as I rolled to put space between us. When he turned to look at me, he was expressionless. With mechanical movements, he pulled up his pants and sat.
I turned away from his prodding look. “Thank you,” I managed to get out.
“I felt you.”
His words straightened my spine, and I realized the truth of his words. I’d been feeling both of our pleasure at that moment. I bit my lip. Remembering only made me want more. Instead of dwelling on that, I turned my attention outward and blinked at the shattered chair to the side of the room. It looked like TNT had been attached to it and set off.
“You did that,” he said. I gaped at him, trying to process how I’d managed to blow shit up when he pulled me from my thoughts. “Sex would be more intense if we were melded.”
I was pretty sure he had just brought up marrying him, but I chose to ignore that. “That’s not going to happen.”
I snorted, and a shot of hurt ran through me. My eyes flew him as I realized that was from him, but his expression conveyed nothing.
I was glad I’d abstained because if I had found out sex was that amazing when I was with Jeff, then I would have not been concentrating on schoolwork enough to have achieved what I had in that short amount of time. Feeling validated that I’d waited, I stifled the voice that said it only felt so mind-blowing because it was Roark.
I floundered to think of what I had wanted to ask him about Sabine. The very thought of her brought jealousy forward. He winced as if he felt the smarting jab that went through me.
“Sabine mentioned that you felt her.” My words were not a question, but I hoped he took the hint and answered what I wasn’t asking.
“Yes.” His one-word answer sent another vein of pain through me, and he clutched his stomach and straightened back up
