Her body hugged his thick member, every inch of his length touching parts of her that had never been reached so fully.
Pleasure morphed into nirvana behind her eyelids as she cried out. He moved in and out of her, holding her effortlessly. Her clitoris tightened, and her folds throbbed as her loins heated.
He rocked into her, grinding his shaft against the place that needed pressure the most. She dug her nails into his shoulders and her back arched involuntarily. The subtle movement shifted her hips, making him hit deeper. “Ohmigod,” she whimpered.
Lowering her face to his neck, she let loose raspy cries, stifling them against his thick muscle. His fingertips bit into her thighs as he pumped into her. Her vision tunneled and she closed her eyes as ecstasy tickled her senses.
“Jesus, Lainie.” He ground into her, his rigid muscles tensing and bulging.
Clinging to him and riding each crashing wave of her orgasm, she fought the urge to scream. Instead, his name slipped from her lips on a broken whisper. Her shoulders went limp and she lay in his arms as he finished.
He drove into her harder and faster, and moments later his chest vibrated against hers with satisfaction. “Lainie, you feel so goddamn good.”
His rough stubble abraded her skin as he kissed her neck and shoulder. “I can’t believe I ever tried to stop this.”
She stroked the nape of his neck, loving every second of being joined with him—of being in their own world. A world that was impossible to stay in and might be difficult to return to. But she’d let herself pretend as long as she could.
“What do you mean?” Her voice sounded dozy.
He chuckled and moved them away from the wall. Sweat had collected between their bodies. He carried her to the bed and lowered her to the mattress. Sated and relaxed, she slumped against the fluffy pillows, not caring she was buck naked and on display.
“I’ll be right back.”
She laid her hand beneath her cheek and watched him stride from the room, grabbing his towel along the way.
Her chest constricted at the memory of him walking out of her father’s house six years ago. She hadn’t known then that that would be the last time she’d see him until now.
That her life would change both for the better and the worse.
Better because she’d have Emmy. Worse because she’d fall for a man who was cruel and abusive. And worse still because she’d miss out on time that could have been spent with Roarke.
Years ago, she’d convinced herself that this couldn’t happen. That her feelings for him were wrong and forbidden. That Ollie wouldn’t approve.
But she couldn’t have been more wrong.
Roarke wasn’t just a fling. He was everything. A man, a protector, a friend, and a black-ops soldier she had no business getting tangled with, but God himself couldn’t keep her away.
And the realization was ... freeing.
Chapter
Sixteen
“Higher, Roarke! Higher!” Emmy shrieked, as Roarke whipped their backyard tire swing in a circle. She laughed as her hair snagged a bush.
Wincing, he caught the ropes before she could go for another whirl. “Not so fast this time. I almost lost you in those branches.”
Her hair was full of sticks and leaves. She pumped her legs, making the tire wiggle. “Again,” she said, giggling hysterically. “Please! No one’s ever pushed me like that before.”
He glanced at Laine and Emmy’s home. The white two-story was situated on a pretty plot of land filled with lilacs, and a stone pathway led to the backyard oasis. No wonder they’d wanted to come back here. He couldn’t picture a place better suited for wild and free little Emmy.
It would’ve been nice to stay at the house the last couple days. Emmy had been confused why they couldn’t. But he and Laine had explained it was safer to stay at a short-term rental nearby and just come to the house for a few hours each day to get things packed.
“Pleeeease,” she begged.
He raised an eyebrow. “One more time. But if your mom gets pissed, I’m telling her you made me.”
Emmy erupted in a fit of laughter as he sent her spinning toward the bush.
