Charity Case - The Complete Series - Piper Rayne Page 0,252

murmurs.

He uses his tongue to help a new ice cube run down my back. Shivers erupt over my body, but by the time he’s working his way back up my back, it’s only his wet and hot tongue doing the teasing.

“You’re going to be a disaster tomorrow morning,” I say into the pillow.

“You mean this morning, and I’ll be on a high from having you last night.” His lips cast short kisses across my shoulders, tucking my hair to the side.

I swivel my head, craving the lips that have satisfied me so much through the night.

“Mmm,” I moan into his mouth, his tongue perfecting the rhythm I’ve come to expect.

His lips draw to a close and he draws back, his fingers still gliding up and down my spine.

“I need to ask you something?” I can tell that whatever it is, we’re not joking around anymore.

I turn on my side to face him. “What?” I ask.

“Us? Are you actually going to give this a go?”

I slide closer to him, my hand reaching around his body, wanting the heat he offers. His expression holds a fair amount of doubt. As though he’s stayed up all night wondering if when I opened my eyes, I’d say it was a mistake. It will be hard with my words to convince him. He lives in a world where promises are broken and decisions are regretted every day.

I touch my lips to his jaw. His chiseled jaw that pulls that movie star look of his off so well.

“I forgive you, Roarke.” I scoot up on the bed so we’re face to face. “Not that you needed my forgiving, because you owed me nothing when you represented Todd. I guess what I’m saying is that I’m putting that in the past and I want to give this a try. The only thing I ask is that you always be truthful with me. I know you think I’m tough, but this is a huge step for me.”

He smiles and rolls me over on my back, his eyes locked with mine. “You can trust me.” He seals that promise with a kiss and for the next hour, I get lost in Roarke and his wonder cock once again.

The wedding went off without a fight between Allie or Wyatt. Roarke handed his sister off to what appears to be, a great man. No one stood to object as they said their vows, no one was late, and so far, we’re midway through the reception with no hiccups.

My eyes scan the barnyard grass area lit with candles inside mason glass jars and strings of small lights. Huge bouquets of magnolias have been set on every available surface. I spot Roarke in his tuxedo, two glasses of champagne rest in his hands as he talks with Sean from the high school.

I stand to the side admiring the man who’s quickly consuming everything I think about.

I don’t have to wait long before he strolls across the grass and hands me a champagne glass.

“Thank you,” I say, accepting his offer.

“Heartbeat” by Carrie Underwood comes on and he grabs my glass placing it down on the table before I even get a sip.

“Hey, you just gave that to me,” I whine, but allow him to lead me to the dance floor.

The makeshift dance floor is beneath the star-filled sky with extra strands of twinkle lights set in the giant surrounding trees, making it feel straight out of a movie set.

Pulling me close to him, he tucks our hands between our bodies and wraps his other hand around my waist. Only a few other couples are on the dance floor and I’m positive everyone’s eyes are pinned to us. But you’d never guess that from the way Roarke holds me close, softly singing in my ear. For a man who keeps his cards so close to his chest in Chicago, I’m surprised he’s allowing these people to see him falling for the woman in his arms.

Is he falling for me? I think so. I’m trying like hell not to let the doubt of not being enough, make the ground under our new relationship unstable.

In the past twenty-four hours, I’ve had thoughts like ‘we’re rushing’ and ‘why am I picking him when I could easily find someone else?’ As much as I denied my attraction to Roarke, it’s always present when he enters a room I’m in. He got me faster than I would’ve predicted, but I honestly want to give us a try. After all, what