Chapter Nine
Continued…
Rowan
The words have barely left my mouth before Alicia is pressing her lips to mine.
The kiss starts slow and sweet, but the moment she glides her tongue along the seam of my lips, the trepidation I’ve been feeling disappears.
I lay claim to her mouth. I don’t remember moving them, but my hands are no longer on her waist. One is grabbing her arse, yanking her against me until I can feel the heat of her against my cock—even through these fucking trousers—while the other is tangled in her onyx tresses at the base of her skull.
I keep her pressed against me, reveling in the feel of her bare skin against mine as I walk her backward.
I don’t stop until she’s wedged between me and the mirror.
She gasps as the cool glass touches her skin, and I swallow the sound.
Her fingernails scrape down my stomach until she reaches the waistband of my trousers.
The nearly non-existent space between us causes her hands to fumble as she tries to loosen my belt.
I shift my body enough to give her the smallest amount of room.
Alicia takes full advantage of the slight space, making the slacks fall from my hips.
Reluctantly, I leave her mouth to trace the tattoo on her shoulder with my tongue.
My hand fists in her hair, and I pull her head to the side so I can lick a path back to her ear.
Alicia palms my cock over my briefs, and the memory of her hand on me in the jacks that one night makes me groan.
“Fuck,” I hiss.
That’s it. My control has snapped completely, and if I’m not inside this woman in the next five seconds, I think I might actually die.
Forcing my hands to release her body goes against every fiber of my being, but I have to get these damned clothes off.
Wrenching myself back, I drop my hands to the waist of my briefs, tugging them down quickly.
My cock springs free, slapping my stomach as I step out of the shorts and trousers.
“Holy shit…” Alicia exhales.
My eyes snap to her face but she’s not looking at me. Not my face anyway. Oh no, her gaze is zeroed in on the erection she caused. Those perfect tits with the roses tattooed above them heave with each panting breath. Her cheeks are flushed, and her lips are swollen. She’s so gorgeous.
“Do you like what you see, love?” I ask, fisting my cock and pumping it slowly, loving the way she’s watching me.
Her tongue traces her bottom lip. “Fuck, yes.”
The desire I have to tell her to get on her knees and show me how much is almost overpowering, but that will come later.
“Get on the bed, Li.” I order. “I need to get a condom.”
“Don’t,” she blurts out, freezing me in place. “I get the shot, and I’ve already passed the ovulation part of my cycle.”
My head tilts questioningly. “You want me bare, Alicia?”
The breath catches in my lungs as she nods. I’ve only fucked one girl bare, and that’s because I was a sixteen year old eejit that didn’t know any better. We got lucky.
“Bed. Now.”
In the span of a heartbeat, she’s gone from the mirror to reclining on her elbows in the center of the comforter.
She’s still wearing those fuck-me heels—watching me intently as I stalk toward her, hand gliding over my cock.
I fucking love how her eyes roam over my body.
I can practically feel her trailing every line of ink.
Her eyes dip past the Celtic Hare on my chest and slowly travel south, until she’s watching me fuck my own hand for her.
She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip and lets her legs fall open, exposing the very place I need to be.
“Jaysus, Mary, and Joseph.” I’m not a praying man, but even I can hear the desperate supplication in my voice.
I set a knee on the bed, then the other, before wrapping my hand around the back of her calf muscle and pulling her foot to my chest. Thank fuck these are the heels with laces rather than those tiny buckles.
Keeping my eyes locked on hers, I loosen the bow around her ankle and slip the shoe from her delicate foot, letting it fall to the floor with a low thump.
Before moving to the other side, I kiss the arch of her foot.
Once both shoes are discarded, I’m crawling over her.
I want to kiss every tattoo on her body, but we’ve waited long enough.
Still propped on her elbows, I capture Alicia’s mouth, gently pushing her back onto the mattress. Her arms wrap around my neck, legs bending to bracket my hips as our tongues battle for dominance. Little does she know that I’m so gone for her, I’ll submit to anything she wants.
“Ro, I need you,” she mumbles against my mouth. “I can’t wait anymore.”
My response comes easy as I meet her gaze. “No, love. We’re done waiting.”
Fisting my cock, I position it at her entrance and slowly slide into her, inch by inch until I’m fully seated before stopping. She feels so right that if I don’t take a deep breath, I’ll blow.
“What are you—” Alicia protests.
I rest my forehead against hers. “Give me a minute, or this will be over before it starts.”
Her warm breath coasts over my face when she sighs dramatically. “Can we compromise and do five seconds? Because if you don’t keep going, I’ll have to finish myself off.”
Chuckling, I pull out to the tip. “If that’s what you want…”
“No!” Alicia clamps her legs around my waist, locking her feet over my arse.
“There’s a good lass,” I growl, then punch my hips forward before she can utter any more empty threats.
We both moan at the sensation before falling into a steady rhythm of deep thrusts and slow rolls of our hips.
I can’t take my eyes off of her face. Every quiet gasp and whispered plea for more has me in a choke hold.
When those gasps become moans, and the grip she has in my hair tightens, I know she’s close.
Moving my hand down her body, I find her clit and apply pressure with the pad of my thumb, then circle it.
I keep each thrust deep, but increase the pace.
Alicia’s moans become hoarse cries as she gets closer to detonating.
Then she slams her eyes shut, and I can’t have that.
“Eyes on me, a chéadsearc,” I command her.
I’ve called her this twice tonight. First love. Not that I’ve ever had a shining example of love, or even really know what it is, but I can say with every confidence that I’ve never felt for anyone the way I feel for Alicia.
Those sapphire eyes pop open just as she crests, and I’ve never witnessed anything more exquisite and intense in my entire life.
The way her lips part around my name as she shatters sends me into overdrive.
I pound into her harder, growling a string of Gaelic nonsense until I come so hard, it makes me dizzy.
The world spins around me for a moment before focusing on Alicia’s flushed face.
She’s looking at me wide-eyed, her mouth parted as she pants.
“Beautiful,” I whisper, brushing strands of hair from her face.
A slow smile creeps across her face. “Why did we wait so long?”
It’s a valid question. One that’s been playing in the back of my mind for days. Why did we wait? Why did I wait so long to grow a pair and tell her what I wanted?
“Because I’m a feckin’ eejit, is why,” I tell her.
“Hmm.” Alicia purses her lips and narrows her eyes. “That’s a good point.”
“Hey!” I snap playfully, then roll us so we’re on our sides, facing each other.
She breathes a husky laugh before pushing on my shoulder, forcing me onto my back. Leaning over me, her hair falling in a dark curtain around us, and she kisses me softly.
“You’re not the only one, Ro. I haven’t made things easy on either of us.”
I cup her face in both hands, forcing her to pay attention as I repeat her words from earlier. “Let’s try again.”
She doesn’t answer, just kisses me once more before swinging a leg over my hips to straddle me. No more words are spoken after that. It would be several hours, and many more orgasms, before we exhaust ourselves enough to fall asleep.
When I wake up, it’s to a cold, empty bed. If not for the lingering scent of Alicia all over the sheets, I’d think I’d dreamed it all.