his touch on my skin.
“I’m fine,” I mumble, before nuzzling into his neck. I glide my hands down his stomach as my fingers itch for more. The thin material of his tee sets my imagination on fire as I run my fingertips over the outline of his abs. Bump after bump. Hardness upon hardness. God, he’s gorgeous. I nip at his neck and kiss across his shoulders as he walks us backward inside. He groans and it inspires my confidence. I nip his chest, up his throat and nibble at his ear while my hands explore the rigid muscles in his back. Heat warms my cheeks as Roamyn caresses my face, bringing it back in line with his. He dips his head and kisses me hard sucking on my tongue. Pleasure rocks me. My eyelids shut involuntarily and I become lost in the kiss. In this moment with a man I thought I’d never see again.
The first time I saw him in the club, my heart leaped out of my chest and I squinted through the drug induced blur before my eyes and in my head. The hit I’d had not long before walking onto the stage had to have caused hallucinations. Because he couldn’t have been there as large as life sitting at a table in front of the stage, with his hungry eyes wandering over my body as if I were just another woman and not the girl he saved four years ago. His gaze roamed over my body dozens of times. Night after night, I waited for it to happen. For realization to hit every time I saw a gleam in his eye and an unreadable expression cross his face, but nothing.
His hands tighten around my ass and my back falls into the softness of pillows as he lowers us to a bed, our lips never breaking contact. All breath leaves me. This. Now. His calloused fingers trailing down my thighs, leaving goosebumps in their wake. The gravelly undertone of lust breaking through every moan. I’m indebted to his bad memory because this, is something else entirely. An intensity for, more. A pleasure I never believed possible. It nearly feels as good as a high. Nearly, but not quite. Nothing feels like that.
His scent suffocates me. A tingle runs down my spine. I arch my back, my body happy to drown in an ocean of Roamyn. Shifting back to just off the bed Roamyn’s arm flexes back as he rips his shirt over his head. He flings it across the room and shoves his pants down to his feet. My eyes travel down with his pants until his cock springs free and steals my attention. An ache builds between my legs and I squeeze my thighs together without taking my eyes off of him. Glistening with pre-cum, angry and hard, long and thick, Roamyn fists his cock and pumps it torturously slow.
“Babe. My eyes are up here.” He chuckles and I look away. My cheeks warm with embarrassment at being caught. This is the first time I’ve looked at a man naked and felt a tingle in my core and wetness in my panties. It’s foreign. Confusing. I smile up at him. For the first time in a year, I don’t hate a man’s touch. I crave it. I crave it because with him, it feels so good. I know I should hate it after everything I’ve been through. I don’t really know him. It’s dangerous, I’m reckless. But these moments of feeling, they’re so preciously rare.
The muscles in his arms and stomach tense with each movement of his hand. He moves over me, letting go of his cock and trails light kisses from my wrist up my arms. My stomach clenches and my eyes roll back in my head. He lingers above me, now unmoving, the only feeling being the warmth of his body close to mine. I lift my head and look down to him. His gaze shifts from the crease in my arm where he was branding me with his lips, to my eyes and back again. Every muscle in my body stiffens. My scars. My heart rate speeds up.
Shock resonates as he flicks between my scars and my face. Roamyn’s eyes bulge and he jumps backward off the bed as if it’s on fire.
“It’s you.”
I sit up, crawling on my knees. “I can explain.”
He shakes his head and bends to the floor and when he stands back up straight, his pants are hanging