Road Tripped (Satan's Devils MC Utah #1) - Manda Mellett Page 0,132
himself up on one elbow, and adorably huffs a puff of air to blow away hair that’s fallen over his face.
It just tumbles back, so using my uninjured hand, I reach up and tuck it behind his ear. It’s as intimate gesture as anything else we’ve shared.
“I’ve dreamed of wrapping my hand in your hair while you were going down on me,” I tell him, with a smirk. I’d forgotten earlier, as he’d needed no direction, but could rectify that now.
“Be my guest,” he replies, with a shrug and a grin. “But not now.”
“No?” I frown.
“Had a text from Pip while you were still sleeping.”
I try to sit up, he pushes me back. “We’ve got plenty of time to get dressed and ready, but just not enough to go another round.”
To be honest, I’m still sated and I shouldn’t be greedy.
Road stares at me, his smile fading, and lines appearing on his brow. He sits up, his brow creasing, his playfulness gone. What he says next shocks me. “So, have we gotten it out of our systems? Is this it, Swift? We part and go our separate ways now?”
Is that what he thinks? Or wants? My breathing stops. He might have gotten it out of his, but he’s only woken a new appetite in mine.
“I’m giving you the option, Swift.” His hair flops over his face again. This time he brushes it back himself. “I know how you like to play things, and hey, so did I up to now. If you still think that way and want to call a stop to this seeing as we’ve fucked, I won’t make any waves. I’ll sleep with you while you need someone to reassure you, you’re safe, and I’ll keep my hands to myself.”
“You could do that?” I’m curious. He might be sure of himself, but I don’t think I could. As for getting him out of my system, I think it’s the opposite. I just want him more. I worry I could even become addicted. But if that’s not what he wants, I’ll step away. I’m not going to make a fool of myself.
“It would be hard.” He glances down at his cock, having slipped out of my body, it’s swelling again. “But we’ll just ignore him.”
Not responding to his playful remark, I focus on what’s important. “Is that what you want, Road?” It would be tidier. No messy relationship to deal with, no working out how we could have a sexual liaison and keep it all quiet.
“I…” He winces slightly, sliding the condom off and tying it “I want what you want, Swift.” But his eyes won’t meet mine. I wonder why not, and what they’d reveal if he looked at me. His posture is rigid, and it hits me—while the right words are coming out of his mouth, they don’t reflect how he’s really thinking.
What do I want? Suddenly it’s blindingly obvious, and to hell with any complications. We’ll just have to deal with it. Yesterday we got free, killed two men, incapacitated two more. We worked as a team and well together. We can handle whatever lies ahead. After a moment, I respond, “You can’t have what I want,” I tell him, in a serious tone.
He glances at me. It’s enough to show me his face has twisted and the corners of his mouth have turned down. He thinks I’m rejecting him. I don’t leave him hanging.
“You can’t have it because you’ve already got it. What I want is you, Road.” His brows draw down as he tries to understand my statement. So I clarify myself. “I’m not ready to give you up. I want you back in my bed, and everything that goes along with it.”
“My cock?” His eyebrows rise, his expression a little wary.
Damn men. I was also thinking about sleeping cocooned in his arms. But I give him what he’s waiting for with a roll of my eyes. “Your cock.”
The tension leaving him is obvious, he wants this too. He breathes out, then pinches the bridge of his nose. He speaks after a moment has passed. “How do you want to play this?” He jerks his head toward the world outside my room.
That’s the complicated bit. There’s no saying where this will be going, whether it would last long enough to make waves. “Let’s keep things between us for now. Out there we act as normal. There’s no reason for anyone to know what goes on in our bed.”