Chapter 10
Chelsea
Talk about a kiss.
Oh. My. Gosh.
Lights were flickering over my head, bright and colorful and my pulse was off the charts. He was that good. A man named Roy was the best kisser I’d ever experienced.
I could say all the reasons about why indulging in even a single night with the man was the wrong decision. I could try to fight the desires burning deep within, pretending as if it would be better for both of us in the end, but right now, nothing else mattered but the feel of him touching me.
Kissing me.
The heat of his body transferred to mine, pushing our boundaries while there was no anticipation of anything but tonight.
And it felt damn good to let go.
The kiss was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before, so hot and heavy that I was trembling all the way to my core and beyond. So on fire, my skin would likely melt. I slipped my arm over his shoulder and under his thick hair, squeezing his neck as he pressed me against the door.
His body molded perfectly with mine even if he was several inches taller. As if we were made to be together, fornicating in filth. The thought was deliriously tempting, keeping the rush of need building to a precipice with a steep drop-off.
But neither one of us seemed to care.
He cupped my face, rubbing his thumb in soft and slow circles against my cheek. How could any man be so rough on the outside, so damn dangerous he took my breath away, and yet so soft to the point I was lightheaded.
However, I sensed for all his tenderness, Roy wasn’t a patient man. He swept his tongue inside, dominating mine. Not in a forceful way, but a commanding one. He was demanding my body surrender to his. At this point, he didn’t know me well enough to realize I didn’t give in that easily.
I tangled my fingers in his hair, keeping his head in the same position as I devoured his mouth.
Or perhaps that’s what he was doing with mine.
Either way, all I knew was that the kiss was explosive, the taste of him as stunningly powerful as his scent.
The expression he rocked my world was nothing in comparison to this moment.
He was rocking the planet, the frigging galaxy. Every sound he made was guttural. Every growl erupting past our locked lips was savage. Damn it, he was creating a pool of wetness between my legs.
Never breaking the kiss, he struggled to grab the keys I’d forgotten were in my hand.
Another command I obeyed. As he fumbled to unlock the door, I wrapped one leg around his massive thigh, squeezing until his hips were driven into mine.
My goodness, the man was rock hard, throbbing more intensely than my pulse.
I was close to foaming at the mouth from excitement of seeing him naked. I’d never been the kind of girl to admire a guy’s dick, but I had a strong feeling I’d swoon when confronted with the bad boy.
He grunted in success and as soon as the door was swung open, we tumbled inside.
The kiss was broken, our laughter filtering around us.
I hung onto his neck for dear life, witnessing his marvelous agility.
His arm was around my waist, keeping me in a deep arc, his bend slightly at the waist. Somehow, he managed to kick the door shut, tossing the keys onto the floor as soon as he did.
I threw the bag, wincing when I heard something crack. Probably my phone. Oops.
The only light I’d left on was in the kitchen over the stove. Between that and the shimmer of moonlight cascading in through the open blinds, his silhouette was as tempting as everything else about him.
Roy consumed my mouth once again even when I pushed off him. Our tongues continued colliding as we both struggled in removing our jackets. His arm was caught and he was forced to break the kiss, groaning like a big kid because the thick material had gotten wound around his huge bicep.
“Hold on. I got this,” I told him. His chest heaved and the sight of his jaw clenched so tightly had me laughing as I tried to free him from the tight confines. “The jacket is too small for you.”
He took several gasping breaths, staring down at me as I tugged on the material. If the man became any hotter, he would catch fire. “You mean I’m too big for the damn jacket.”
“Something like that.” The jerk almost pitched me onto the floor. How he managed to get his arm under my butt, lifting and yanking me against him I’d never know. Now I was the one completely out of breath.
“I got you, Clementine. I’ll never let you fall.” Somehow, I knew he wasn’t lying. His voice had dipped low, his silly but rough actions from before taking a momentary break. This man was a gentle giant.
However, as soon as I laughed nervously, he yanked me to a standing position. Why was it the moonlight was able to reflect off his gorgeous eyes? They were mesmerizing, the irises almost as if glittering with gold.
The moment of longing when neither one of us moved lasted for about fifteen seconds before we were actively trying to tear each other’s clothes off once again.
Suddenly, we were nothing but animals in heat, spinning around in circles. The kisses became rougher, the sounds coming from both our throats nothing but pure savagery. We bumped into the door. Then the wall.
Breaking apart briefly, we both took gasping breaths while I grabbed two handfuls of his shirt.
In response he cupped both sides of my face, dragging me onto my toes before engulfing my mouth all over again.
A single sweep of his tongue and I jammed my palms into his chest, shoving him away.
He teetered on one foot, slamming into the back of the couch where he didn’t stay for long.
Lunging forward, he caught me off guard with his swift actions, which in turn knocked us toward a group of boxes being used as an end table.
With a lamp on top that decided to rocket launch itself into the air. We both tried to catch it, but the ceramic piece had a life of its own, crashing down on the floor, which had yet to be covered with a rug.
The smash and shatter noise was horrific, but instead of horror, we both turned our heads toward the other, bursting into laughter.
Before another rough kiss, his tongue dominating mine.
I yanked his shirt, causing a seam to rip I was so aggressive.
We both laughed, but he wasn’t to be outdone, jerking my shirt up and over my head.
He had such a dramatic flair about him, twisting the shirt over my head as if in a strip show.
I could easily envision him on the ice, his footwork artistic.
From there, everything became one big blur of limbs tangling together, crushed kisses while fumbling to unfasten clothes. His belt was the worst, my fingers numb by the time I managed to pull the thick leather strap through the loops on his jeans.
Tight jeans, I might add.
At least tight enough to see every perfect inch that God had given him. His lips were soft and I couldn’t help myself, biting down on the lower, fuller one until I was rewarded with a single, precious drop of blood. Maybe I was the beast instead.
He stumbled backward, half laughing and half growling as he dragged his tongue across the spot. “You like it rough.”
I wasn’t being very ladylike when I rubbed my forearm across my mouth. “Maybe I do.”
With his smile widening, he took another step away and jerked off a boot. Was he fearful I’d bite him somewhere else? Wasn’t that what happened with wolves when they mated? They bit each other?
Maybe that was another beast I was thinking of.
“Don’t keep me waiting, babe,” he said almost casually. “Take ‘em off or I will.”
“You mean these?” I pointed to my jeans.
“I mean everything.” While he tugged on his other boot, hopping across the floor to keep his balance, I reached behind me, unfastening my bra. Since I wasn’t much of a drinker, it was entirely possible the wine had offered me courage because I was interested in doing a little strip tease of my own.
I cupped my breasts so the material wouldn’t fall, easing one strap down while he was still struggling with the boot.
“Fuck me,” he muttered, now with a brutal yank that pitched him backward against the door. He didn’t care, pushing himself off and tossing the footwear.
As soon as he walked closer as if he was going to interrupt me, I shook my head, even throwing out one arm. “Bad boy,” I tsked and wagged my finger. “If you want to see anything, you need to behave. Can you do that?”
“Me?” he asked, swaggering closer. “I don’t know. I guess we’ll see.”
“You gotta pay to play.”
My comment had him grinning like a kid. While he remained where he was, he decided to continue teasing me by unfastening his jeans, pulling the flaps away and even tugging the dense material down by a few inches.
I’d be damned if the big fat label ‘Calvin Klein’ on the elastic of his briefs didn’t catch my eye. Wow. My mouth was watering all over again, diluting the coppery taste of his blood.
I wiggled my hips before turning around so my back was to him, finally shimmying out of the bra. I repeated his earlier action, holding the bra out to the side and swinging it back and forth.
When I dared look over my shoulder, I was certain he was about to lose all sense of control by the way his chest was rising and falling. His expression was concentrated, almost stern, but he was definitely paying very close attention.
I did a little provocative dance like a stripper, swiveling my hips while allowing my arms to float through the air. I did so again, a little bolder this time, but given I was also a bit clumsy when a single drop of alcohol hit my system, I almost got tangled in my own feet.
What I didn’t expect when I finally managed to turn around was for him to take a tackle run at me like a defenseman, only for football instead of hockey.
He swept me off my feet before I even had time to laugh, which I did when he not only tossed me over his shoulder, but slipped me down his back so he was holding me aloft by my calves.
“What are you doing?”
“Where’s the bedroom?”