Page 30 of Semi-Reckless

“You just say it! You should know that you can say anything to me. Because what you fail to realize is that even before I died, I was already tied to you forever.”

“Why?”

“Because I love you, you idiot!”

“Well, I love you, too!”

“Fine!”

“Fine,” he snarled.

They lunged at each other at the same time, overturning the table, tossing their glasses and the empty scotch bottle across the room, colliding in the middle of the mess.

For someone who’d just downed more alcohol than she’d consumed in a year, he took control like a pro, angling her head with his strong, work-roughened hands, deepening their kiss and stroking his tongue over hers.

He tasted like expensive scotch, heat, and the promise of a thousand screaming orgasms. And if fate would stop cock blocking them for just a few damn hours, she intended to collect on that promise as many times as humanely (or inhumanely, as the case may be) possible.

Roan pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against hers. His breathing was ragged, his heart pounding against hers. “Are you sure?” he asked tightly.

Holy shit, why were they still talking? “Yes! Yes, I’m sure. Will you please just hurry up and?—”

The rest of her sentence was cut off by the inarticulate oomph she let out when he spun her around and bent her over her kitchen counter. His hands stripped off her sleep shorts, tank top, and slippers faster than she’d ever disrobed in her life. He made a hungry sound that was something between a growl and a groan as her clothes hit the floor.

This probably wouldn’t be a good time to nervously giggle or voice concerns about whether it was sanitary to get naked against her kitchen counter, even though that’s what her noisy brain was telling her to do. So, she swallowed her nerves and kept her mouth tightly shut as he grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked it aside, exposing her neck. However, there was no holding back a pained moan when he started trailing open-mouthed kisses across her shoulder, up to her ear, and back down again. It was like he was starving, and she was the only thing that could save him.

It wasn’t in her nature to not push back, though. So Haven reached behind her and grabbed his hips with both hands, yanking him tighter against her. And when he rolled his hips into her, she let out a desperate, hungry wail that he prolonged by filling his hands with her breasts and rubbing his thumbs over her tightened nipples.

“I’ve waited a lifetime for you,” he whispered in her ear.

“I’ve always been yours,” she choked out. “Always.”

His pleased hum vibrated through her entire body. She sucked in a deep breath when he gently nudged her legs apart with his knee.

Roan tipped her head to the side with one hand so he could capture her mouth with his. Meanwhile, his other hand…oh, his other hand…slid down her stomach, then lower until…

He stopped.

The needy howl she let out could only be described as the sound of her heart breaking. He was going to change his mind. Tell her they couldn’t be together. Abandon her when she…

“Hands on the counter,” he ordered. “And don’t move.”

She did as she was told, but nearly swallowed her tongue when he sank to his knees behind her, tipped her hips back, spread her open and slid his hot tongue over her clit.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

She might’ve blacked out for a second or two. She might’ve cried out. She wasn’t sure, though, because all she could hear was the sound of her blood roaring through her veins. The only thing keeping her upright was the grip he had on her hips as his tongue tormented her clit. Was it actually possible to survive this kind of pleasure? She wasn’t sure how. It felt like her heart was going to explode at any minute.

Roan didn’t seem concerned about her cardiac health, though. Because that’s when he slid two thick fingers inside her and unerringly hit a spot only her favorite vibrator had ever found before.

Her entire body tightened. Every muscle pulsed. Her fingers curled helplessly against the counter. Noises she’d never made in her life fell from her lips, their pitch rising to meet the speed of his fingers and tongue like the hottest, dirtiest symphony ever played.

She was dead, wasn’t she? There was no way this was her real life. She’d died and this moment of blissful pleasure was her heavenly reward, wasn’t it?

But, oh, no. That wasn’t heaven. Because that’s when he curled his finger into her G-spot and she came with a low, keening wail. Her arms gave out as the most powerful orgasm she’d ever had ripped through her. She barely noticed how cold the marble counter was on her naked breasts as her toes curled and her stomach muscles contracted until they hurt.

Roan looped an arm around her waist and lifted her limp body off the counter as he stood up slowly. Before she could even catch her breath, he spun her around. Fire danced in his eyes as he brushed the back of his hand over his lips and sucked his fingers—oh, sweet Jesus, those were the fingers that had been inside her!—clean, all while never breaking eye contact.

“You’re still sure you want this?” he growled.

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