Chapter Seven
Elena
I did something insane. I forced my bodyguard to marry me. But the way he looks at me as we walk across the hotel lobby makes me think that maybe he doesn’t hold it against me.
This isn’t what he signed up for when he agreed to provide security for my sisters and me, yet he got tangled up with the Marino’s drama anyway. I can’t imagine what I would have done if he hadn’t been there to save me.
I glance down at my hand, shimmering with the shiny new ring he got me.
Roarke didn’t have to do more than show up at the courthouse, but he insisted on taking me to a jewelry store a family friend owned to get me a diamond ring.
Hell, he didn’t bat an eye when he signed the marriage license this afternoon or when his sister insisted that we all go out to celebrate the marriage.
Now, he’s gotten us a room at one of the most expensive hotels in New York, one that offers the perfect view of Central Park.
Still, a part of me is nervous that I selfishly pushed the man into something he didn’t want. I wait until we’re in the privacy of the elevator before turning to him.
“You don’t regret it, do you?”
He turns to me, those ocean blue eyes sending my heart racing. “It’s a little too late to ask that, don’t you think?”
My heart drops to my feet. So, he does regret it after all. I mean, it’s not like I gave him much of a choice before I ambushed him with my question. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.” He grasps my chin and pulls my gaze back to his. “I’ve never done anything I didn’t want to.”
“But marriage is a big decision.”
“It is,” he agrees, stroking my chin gently with his thumb. I feel a flutter in my stomach from a move so simple, but it’s enough to fire up the heat in my body. “But it’s a decision I walked into with both my eyes wide open.”
He moves closer, backing me against the wall, his eyes flashing with heat. “Elena, we might not have gotten married for traditional reasons but I want you to know that as long as you are my wife, I will treat you as such.”
“Is that why you brought me here?”
“You deserve the perfect wedding night,” he rasps, leaning closer until his lips are a hair’s breadth from mine. His nose bumps mine, his breath a whisper on my skin, soft and tantalizing. “With the best view when we consummate our marriage.”
I flush at his words and the promise of what’s about to happen.
“I…I never thought I’d ever get married,” I say, fingering his jacket lapels.
“And I’m sorry you got roped into this, but I’m not sorry that it’s you.
” I can’t imagine anyone taking his place or feeling anything for anyone else remotely close to what I feel for Roarke.
“I’m happy that it’s you and not just because of Yuri but because… ” I love you.
I’m in love with him, I realize as I stare into his eyes.
A feeling I swore was impossible to feel, and now, I can’t help myself.
I’m saved from having to bare my heart out when the elevator jerks to a stop, and I pull my eyes from his and toward the indicator to find that we’ve arrived at our floor.
“Elena?” There are questions in his eyes that I’m afraid he’ll voice. And there’s something else that tells me that perhaps I am not alone in this feeling. Affection and something else that sends my heart clenching with need in my chest.
“I…uh. I…” I pull my eyes from his and toward the opening door, sliding past the large man before he can stop me. “I’ve heard this hotel has the best view of Central Park. It must look magical in the fall.”
Roarke chuckles and follows me down the hall to our room. He takes out the key card and unlocks the door. “You won’t be seeing much of the view tonight, Elena.”
I gulp. “W-what?”
He grabs my hand and pulls me into the room.
His mouth is on mine before the door can close, kissing me before I can get a clear look at the room.
I immediately melt against him. His mouth devours mine, groaning with every slick slide of lips, his hands circling my waist and pulling me flush against him as I get lost in the taste of him.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I have ever met, Elena,” he rasps, breaking the kiss to slide his lips along my jaw. “Intelligent, caring, and so damn sexy. Is it a wonder that a man like me would jump at the first opportunity to tie himself to you?”
My heart clenches with affection at his words. “You’re a catch yourself, Roarke O’Shea,” I whisper, running a hand around his neck and fingering the hair on his nape. “Smart and sexy. How could a girl not want to carry your last name or feel the weight of your body against hers?”
“Christ, baby, you can’t say things like that and expect a man to behave.”
I shiver when he runs his nose down my throat and to the curve of my shoulder, inhaling deeply and making my nipples peak painfully.
“You smell like heaven, Elena,” he groans, slicking his hand up my hips to my ass, squeezing and pulling me flush against him.
“Fuck,” he growls, pumping his hips with mine and rubbing his erection against my core until we’re both panting.
I moan when he dips his head to suck a nipple through my dress, tugging hard at the aching peak before pushing back to meet my eyes. “I want to be inside of you so bad, baby.”
My thighs tremble, shaking with need for the man I just tied the rest of my life to. “I want that too,” I whimper, rubbing against him for relief. Instead, it only fans the heat between my legs. I push against the hard ridge tenting his pants, crying at the delicious feeling that floods me.
“Oh God… Roarke!” I can barely hold myself back as I ride his cock over his pants, unwilling to break apart and tear our clothes off. I can’t stop. My clit pulses sensitively, aching with need for relief. “Roarke.”
His mouth slams back on mine, his breath hot against my lips as he kisses me with feral need.
He boosts me up, and I gasp when my back hits the wall.
I’m shaking when he positions his cock between my thighs, holding me in place as he presses his hardness between my legs, our clothes rustling between us as he rocks into me.
I cry out as my panties rub over my clit, the friction driving me to madness as I lose control over my own body.
“You’re so fucking sexy rubbing against me,” he growls, but I don’t have it in me to be mortified by my wanton behavior. Instead, I drop my face into his neck, licking and sucking at his skin, seeking to feel more of him as the fire heat flooding my body threatens to explode.
“Roarke, so close,” I whimper into his skin, moving my hips to meet his hardness as a delicious little spark slowly becomes a full forest fire. I feel it deep in my belly, slowly lighting as he rocks into me, moving faster and bumping harder into me…
“Oh God!”
My back bows and my lips part with a scream as the fire bursts, spreading fast and wild through me, eating up everything in its path. He holds me close as he rocks into me, his chest rubbing against my sensitive nipples and fanning the fire, making me sob and thrash against him.
God.
The pleasure seems to last forever, and my clouded mind barely makes sense of it as he carries me to bed.
I watch through dazed eyes as he strips me and then himself.
My arms circle his shoulders when he climbs onto the bed and settles between my thighs.
He slides a hand up my leg and grips my knee, lifting it as he notches his cock with my pussy.
“You have no idea what you do to me, Elena,” he growls, slowly sinking his hard cock into me. A sob scratches from my throat as he stretches me, his eyes locked on mine as he pushes into me. “You belong to me. My wife. Mine!”
I’m hypnotized by the man, losing myself yet again into the depths of his ocean blues, falling deeper for him. He takes me hard, with the feral need of an animal seeking to mate, fondling my bare breasts and groaning brokenly as he hammers his cock into me.
The tremble starts deep, slowly building as he rocks his body into mine, using the base of his cock to rub against my clit. I meet his thrusts, pushing me closer to the edge of another orgasm, this one threatening to be more explosive than the last.
His breath fans my skin as he pounds into me, moving harder and faster, nearly shoving me right off the edge.
The orgasm rips through me, my back bowing off the bed as my pussy clenches tightly around him.
Moisture floods between us, and my core flutters fiercely around him.
I sob into his arms, gripping his shoulders as his cock slaps into me, dragging yet another climax from me. But this time, we come together.
Roarke throws his head back and roars, his muscles rippling and his cock jerking inside of me as he finds his release. Violent tremors roll through our bodies as he slams into me one last time, burying his cum deeper in my womb until we’re both breathless.
I catch him when he slumps on top of me, his breathing labored. We lie in silence for several moments, his heart thumping against mine and blood roaring in my ears. He’s so big and warm that I allow myself to soak up his warmth for a little longer before he decides to roll away, but…he doesn’t.
It takes me a long time of rubbing the head resting on my chest to realize that the man is asleep.
I chuckle at that, incredibly impressed with myself for managing to put him straight to sleep.
I brush his hair to the side and brush my lips over his hair.
“No dreams tonight,” I whisper, pressing my face to his hair and breathing deep, losing myself in his scent and willing myself to follow.
***
I don’t find sleep.