Page 49 of Roar & Lizzy: A Forever Kind of Love

Chapter 17

The alarm went offon her phone, reminding Lizzy it was the third "sleep" she'd taken after getting up earlier and showering and brushing her teeth. She pulled the cover higher on her shoulder, knowing it was her last day off before another work week and she could laze around all morning.

After last night's party and drinking too much, all she wanted to do was slip back into dreaming and not think about how she'd acted with Roar.

Her alarm went off again.

She opened her eyes and sat straight up. That wasn't her alarm. Someone was calling her.

Rubbing the sleep from her face, she rolled and grabbed her phone. No name or number appeared on the screen. She set her cell down, ready to flop back on the bed, and the ringing started again.

She swiped to answer to get the robocall spammers to stop calling and listened without saying anything.

"Open up," said a male voice.

Fully awake, she looked behind her at her bedroom door.

"Lizzy. Open the damn door."

Recognizing Roar's voice, she stood from the bed.

"What's the matter?" she asked, leaving her bedroom and walking down the stairs.

"Are you going to let me in?"

"Yes." She peeked through the peephole, spotted Roar, and unlocked the door.

He swept inside and stopped. His gaze lowered and then came up. The heat in his eyes left her weak. She wasn't even fully awake and...

She wore her nightie.

"Wh-what's wrong?" she whispered.

He wrapped her in his arms, lifted her off the floor, and carried her to the stairs. "Which bedroom is yours?"

"On the left. No. The right." She cupped his face and forced him to look at her. "What are you doing to me?"

"I'll show you." He pushed the door open with his foot and strode straight to the bed.

Putting her down, she sat on the edge of the bed like a doll with the inability to move because the second Roar stepped away from her, he stripped off his leather vest, his shirt, and his hands moved to his belt.

He stood proudly in front of her. His broad chest covered with blonde hair and tattoos. Gaining control of her body, she scooted back on the bed, unprepared for whatever he was doing.

She had no idea what brought him over for a visit early in the morning, and she wasn't going to distract him by questioning.

His intentions were clear.

He untied his boots, toeing them off. He pulled down his jeans and boxers and stepped away from his pile of clothes with confidence. She gulped, unable to take a deep enough breath. He was an impressive man with his height and his sturdy build, and downright sexy.

She lowered her gaze to his hard stomach. His cock half hard stood, seeking her attention, going bigger, broader, longer. The soft mat of hair nestled around the base matched the rest splattered around his body in all the right spots.

He held up his hand and tossed three condoms on the bed between her legs. Her stomach fluttered. Threat or promise?

Roar planted his knee on the end of the mattress. Her dry mouth refused to let her swallow. She'd thought he was formidable with his clothes on but naked, he was like a ship sailing in the roughest seas.

Or maybe it was the tattoo on his chest of a ship flying the red, blue, and white Norway flag that turned her into a sudden poet.

Her knees unhinged and her legs went flat on the bed. Roar climbed between them until his face was inches from her. She sucked in a breath.

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