Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
We hung out at Noble’s until we were done eating. During that time, Roe had tried to talk me into staying at his place instead. When I agreed, he followed me back to my hotel room to collect my things.
As soon as we got there, I went right to work repacking my suitcase.
Roe took a seat on the foot of one of the beds.
His eyes followed me as I walked by him multiple times collecting things.
I was headed to the bathroom when his arm snapped out and grabbed me around my waist. I surprised us both by smiling down at him as he pulled me to stand between his legs.
“That’s the first time you’ve smiled at me,” he said as he stared up at me in awe. “You have a beautiful smile, you know that?”
I shook my head.
His hands went to the backs of my bare thighs. “You do.” He rubbed small circles on my skin with his thumbs just before he gently pulled on my right thigh. “Lift this leg.”
I did as he said, and he brought my knee up by his hip on the bed. Then his hand on the back of my left thigh moved up to my butt under my skirt and he lifted me until I was straddling his lap. The position made me aware of my sore knees, but just like earlier, I didn’t care.
One of his hands stayed on my butt under my skirt while his other went to the back of my neck just before his lips found mine.
I held onto his shoulders as I tried to process everything he was doing to me.
His tongue stroking mine, the feel of his warm hands on me, the way his fingers pressed into my skin—it was all too much and not enough.
He rolled us and laid me on my back like I was made of glass. Kneeling between my legs, he took off my shoes. He came back up, propping himself on his hands and knees over me, and kissed me. He pulled away a hair’s breadth and whispered against my lips, “I’ll have my interview now.”
It took a second for my lust-fogged brain to understand, but when it did, my heart sped up in a good way.
I ran fingers down the side of his face, feeling his cheekbones, his jawline.
This was Roe and I was safe. Ever since I’d vulnerably shared my fears of the future with him, I hadn’t been able to imagine it without Roe being my assistant.
It gave a little bit of light to what was still a nightmare I couldn’t escape from. “Okay.”
At my consent, his mouth recaptured mine as he moved a hand between my legs.
His fingers touched me through my underwear, undoubtedly feeling how soaked the silk fabric was.
He began rubbing me along my seam until he brushed over my clit, making my hips jump a little.
He smiled against my mouth as if proud that he could pull such a response from me.
He moved his hand up toward my hip. His tongue devouring mine wasn’t enough to distract me from the feeling of his fingers grasping the side of my panties.
My mind left the moment and went somewhere dark and unwanted.
Before he could move them, I pushed on his chest, breaking our kiss. “Don’t rip them!”
The panic in my voice made him go still.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” I repeated rapidly as if that could take back ruining the moment, but it just seemed to make things more awkward.
His hand left my underwear and he cupped the side of my face. “There’s nothing wrong. Why are you apologizing?”
“I don’t want you to be upset.”
His brow furrowed. “I’m not upset. I’m a little confused why you would think I am.”
I tried to look away, but his fingers went under my chin and made me look at him.
“It wouldn’t matter if I was upset.” His eyes held mine, showing me that he was serious. “If you’re ever uncomfortable, you need to tell me. I don’t ever want you to feel that way with me.”
I nodded.
“Do you want to keep going?” he asked.
I nodded again.
“I’m gonna need you to say it, Lottie.”
I touched the tiny hole near the corner of his bottom lip with the tip of my finger.
Then trailed it along his cheek to his ear.
I fiddled with his black stud piercing there.
He waited patiently as I touched him. There was comfort in knowing he’d continue to wait until I was ready.
He wanted what I wanted. Finally I said, “Keep going.”
His hand dropped from my face as he moved down to kneel between my legs again. “How do you want me to take off your panties, Lottie?”
I exhaled slowly after taking in a calming breath.
Fuck you, Clay.
He’d taken yesterday. He and Mother may try to take tomorrow or many days after. But I wouldn’t let them have right now. No one could have it but me.
“Slowly,” I said.
He reached under my skirt and hooked his tattooed fingers into the sides of my underwear. “Lift your hips.”
With my feet flat on the bed, I pushed up and he tugged them down, exposing my wet center to the cool air.
Roe did exactly as I asked and slowly slid my pink silk panties down my thighs, over my sock-covered knees.
He had to scoot back to slowly bring them down the rest of the way.
Once he reached my ankles, I propped myself up on my elbows, even the hurt one, to watch as he pulled each of my feet free.
He dangled my pink panties from his fingers. “I’m very tempted to keep these.”
I glanced at the small, soaked scrap of silk, feeling a little bit embarrassed. “Why would you want to do that?”
“Because they’ve been between your legs.”
“Would they be your trophy?” I asked.
He shook his head. “I haven’t gotten to the prize yet.” His stormy blue eyes traveled between my legs. “But I can see it.”
With the way he stared at me, I didn’t care about my panties anymore.
I just wanted him to touch me. Being exposed to him and aching was almost too much.
I had the urge to squeeze my legs shut to help ease the needy throbbing.
Instead, I tilted my knees outward a little wider.
“You’re late for your interview, Mr. Walker. ”
The corner of his mouth lifted as he tucked my panties into his pants pocket. “I’m sorry to make you wait, Ms. Kendry.”
Unable to put weight on my elbow any longer, I lay back down. “I’ll have to mark it against you.”
His hands went to my knees. “My skill set will make you overlook that.”
“Are you sure?” I couldn’t stop the smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. “To be my assistant, there’s a specific…requirement.”
He chuckled just before kissing my inner thigh. “I’ll make you come, Lottie. Don’t you worry.”
His hands spread me open even wider just before I felt his lips place a kiss right on top of my clit. Then I felt his tongue. He found where I was dripping from anticipation and licked from there up.
My breath hitched at the intense sensation. I had never done this before. The one time I’d had sex, there had been very little foreplay involved.
Roe lapped at me again and again, spreading my wetness, exploring me.
Then his sole focus was my clit. My hips bucked of their own accord and little noises of pleasure kept slipping past my lips.
I tried fisting the blankets to regain some sort of control, but it wasn’t any use.
Roe’s tongue started flicking the little button between my legs and pressure began to build.
I moaned and tried to squeeze my thighs together, only to be stopped by his head and the firm grip of his hands.
I’d only ever made myself come, but having someone else build me up to that peak was so much better.
Unfortunately, it was quickly becoming apparent that I was stuck at the edge of coming.
I needed something more to give me that last oomph to get there.
It was so maddening. “Roe,” I begged as I reached for his head.
My fingers fisted around his soft hair as I rocked myself against his tongue.
I felt him smile just before he sucked my clit into his mouth.
That was it. That was what I needed. I cried out as I felt like I was falling and exploding at the same time. My body shook as it went tight and loose.
When the last wave of release pulsed through me, Roe gave me one more long lick from core to clit, as if savoring one last taste. I fisted the shoulders of his shirt and pulled him up to my mouth. I kissed him, tasting myself on his wet lips and tongue. “I don’t want to stop.”
He let out a groan and pulled away with his eyes squeezed shut. “I told you I’m not a saint, Lottie. Don’t test me.”
I framed his face with my hands. “And I told you I wasn’t one, either.”
He opened his eyes, meeting mine. “I want what we have to be more than just sex.” His hand slid down my inner thigh until his fingers slipped between my soaked folds to find my entrance. “I know the moment I slide my cock here...” He pushed his middle finger inside me.
I gasped at the intrusion, the stretch I felt at just one of his long fingers. One with half a butterfly tattooed on it.
He pulled that finger back out and pushed it back in slowly. “Fuck, Lottie, once I’m here, one time won’t be enough.” As he withdrew his finger again, his ring finger joined his middle, completing the butterfly, and he pushed them both inside me.
My head rolled back as he pumped those two fingers inside me. In and out, fucking me. Then his thumb found my clit and began rubbing circles over it. It was too much. I was still sensitive from coming before. I began begging, “Please. Please,” while squeezing his shoulders.
He brought his mouth to my ear and whispered, “Are you begging me to make you come, Lottie?”
He built the pressure of pleasure so quick, I was already back to the point of just before coming. “Yes,” I whined, which was strange to hear from myself. “Make me come, Roe.”
His fingers inside me curled up and his thumb was a little firmer with its strokes. It didn’t take long before I detonated and there was just release. My thighs clamped closed around his hand and my nails dug into his shoulders as I cried out.
His mouth covered mine, muffling the loud sound, and he kissed me as I shuddered and shook. He didn’t stop kissing me until long after my body had calmed and I felt beyond sated. Then he pulled me onto his chest to cuddle, and we just lay there for a while in silence.
That was, until Roe finally broke it. “Does this mean I get the job?”
I snorted, trying to stop myself from laughing. Then I remembered I didn’t have to do that. I shook against him as I let go and laughed. It was real, genuine, and joyous.