Divided (Unguarded #2) - Ivy Stone Page 0,60

pull spikes excitement and goosebumps coat my skin as he brushes light kisses against my exposed throat.

Lust. Love. Excitement. Years of the most torturous foreplay explodes from both of us as we tear at each other’s clothes. As my fingers claw at his back. As our world’s shift from one dimension to the next because nothing, nothing has ever felt like this. It’s all consuming—electric. Seven years in the making. A night I’ll never forget.

A groan comes from Roamyn as he tears his lips from mine. “Bedroom.”

I nod and he hoists me up in his strong arms. Lifting me as if I’m weightless. My legs wrap around his waist, my pussy rubs against his cock and every step toward the bedroom is a brush closer to an orgasm. Except we don’t make it there straight away. He kisses me up against the wall, then against the door to his bedroom until we finally make it in and Roamyn sets me down, his hands never leave me. They trace the top of my shorts all the way to the front where he unbuttons them and pushes them down. The soft touch prickles a shiver over my skin, tightening my nipples. He slips off the rest of my clothes, painfully slow and as my black lace bra falls to the ground, and I become bare to Roamyn. Bare in a way I never have before. I grab my arm, covering my scars with my hand so he won’t see the ugly.

His fingers clamp down around my wrist and he pulls my hand down. “Ali. Don’t hide, baby. I want to see you… all of you.”

His fingers glide over my scars and the usual searing of pain burdening me with the bad memories of them, never surfaces. Instead, my body smolders, ready to combust if Roamyn doesn’t hurry the hell up.

“You’re so beautiful, Ali.” He kisses my neck, hands still caressing my skin. “So fucking beau—”

“Roamyn,” I breathe out and reach down for his belt buckle. “If you don’t have these clothes off in the next ten seconds, I’m going to have to take care of this on my own. I can’t wait any longer. I’ve already waited long enough.”

Roamyn groans. My body writhes with desire.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

I shake my head as he refers to the few bruises and cuts from today. “You won’t.”

He rips his shirt over his head and his pants glide over the round globes of his tight ass. They slide down the ‘V’ lines leading to the very piece of him I want to spend hours devouring. My throat thickens as his cock springs free, glistening with pre-cum. I lick my lips and Roamyn notices the action.

Every muscle in his body tenses. “You want my cock, Ali?”

“Yes,” I reply, voice raspy.

He storms forward with hungry eyes. “Good ‘cause I’ve been imagining your sweet cunt milking my cock for far too fucking long.”

Scooping me up in his strong arms, he sends us backward into his bed. He brings my hands together above my head in one swift movement. His wet lips kiss tenderly over my breasts.

“God, I could kiss you every day for the rest of my life and it still wouldn’t be enough.” He sucks my nipple into his mouth. Swirls his tongue over the bud and my back arches in response.

“Are you on birth control?” he murmurs, switching between breasts. Sucking. Nipping. Pulling.

My brows squish together at his question. “Yeah. Why?”

He moves lower down my stomach. “Because I want to feel all of you, Ali. If this is my only chance at ever having you, I’m going to savor every fucking second of it. And I want to do it with nothing between us. I’m clean. And I know you are too.”

I pull up to my elbows. My hair grazes my naked back and falls around the sheets. “How do you know that?”

Roamyn looks up, innocent as ever and shrugs. “I saw the doctor’s report after you got out of Sweet Tarts.”

I open my mouth to speak but decide against it. Another conversation for another day. Right now what I need is to drown in everything Roamyn. I inhale his woodsy scent and turn my face to the side clutching the sheets in my hands. Roam’s kisses grow lower. Softer. Tantalizing. Seductive.

“Oh God, Roam.”

He slides back up my body, hovering above. Sitting back on his heels his fingertips graze my inner thighs. He reaches my knees and spreads my legs apart. He lines his cock