Page 51 of Roar & Lizzy: A Forever Kind of Love

She grabbed on to his arms, pulling him down.

He claimed her lips, plunging his tongue inside of her at the same time his cock stroked her over the edge. Her body tightened all at once, spasming in the buildup, and then suddenly filling her with unmeasurable pleasure.

Roar's pelvis moved in short, fast rhythm and he pressed her against the mattress as he groaned and stilled on top of her. She pulled him down, and he rolled to his side, taking her with him.

Cradled in his arms, she pressed her cheek against his bare chest and enjoyed the aftermath. Because somewhere in the deep recesses of her brain, she understood having sex with Roar brought consequences and she had no room to make any mistakes in her life.

Roar palmed the back of her head and placed his lips on her forehead. "Morning."

She leaned back and gazed at him. Never would she have believed she'd wake up and have Roar Akram in her bed.

"You're not saying anything." He swallowed, and she felt his concern throughout her.

"Thank you," she whispered.

His gaze softened, and he kissed her lightly on the lips. "I need to get rid of the condom before I dirty your pretty bed."

With one more kiss, he rolled and looked back at her. "Where do I put it?"

She lifted her head. "There's a bathroom in the hallway on your right. Coco's gone to the hair stylist, so you don't have to worry about running into her."

He walked out of the room. She sat up and looked down at herself. No one would even know that they'd had sex. She was still dressed, but inside of her, she could tell. The shockingly wonderful feelings had yet to wear off.

The sound of running water reached her ears. She crawled out of bed. Knowing how everyone in Slag Motorcycle Club lived, she wasn't surprised that Roar had no sense of shutting a door. Privacy hadn't seemed at the top of his list last night during her tour through the clubhouse either.

Debating whether to get dressed or throw a robe on, she decided the sooner she felt normal, the better it would be when she fell apart when reality hit her.

She pulled on a pair of shorts.

Roar walked into the room, eyed her up and down, and grabbed his boxers off the floor. Turning her back, she dug a bra out of the drawer, and kept her nightie around her neck and draped over her breasts as she struggled to hold some degree of self-respect.

Not that she was ashamed of what happened but he hadn't seen her completely naked in the daylight.

Hands landed on her hips and turned her. Roar pulled the nightie over her head and then as he ogled her breasts, he took her bra from her hand and clasped it behind her back.

"I don't even want to know how you got so good at doing that." She shoved her arms in the straps and pulled up the bra, adjusting her breasts.

He backed up, pulling her with him and sat on the edge of the bed. Pressing his face between her breasts, he breathed against her skin. She shivered at the warmth.

She ran her fingers through the long hair at the top of his head and caressed the shaved part of his scalp underneath. How was she going to deal with him walking out of the house?

Sex was only sex if she was purely in it for the pleasure, but her attraction to him went deeper. She went to work every morning looking forward to seeing him. All he had to do was be around her and doing that thing where he gazed clear down her body and back up to her eyes as if to assure himself that she was okay and she melted. Every single time.

Her toes curled as he rubbed his face between her breasts.

He licked her cleavage and raised his head with a loud sigh. "I need to get dressed and go back to the clubhouse."

She nodded, knowing he wouldn't be staying.

To hide her disappointment, she turned and finished dressing. A funk settled down within her.

By the time Roar laced his boots, she had heard the garage door going up. A new set of worry hit her. Coco would know instantly that Roar was in her room and figure out they'd had sex.

"Is that Coco?" he asked, shoving his arms through his vest.

"Yeah." She gathered her hair at the top of her head and looked around for a hairband, knowing she still hadn't brought a few home with her from the bar.

He kissed her. She lowered her arms to her sides, but he was already pulling away.

"I'll be away today until four or five." He stopped at the doorway to her room. "If you need anything, Elling and Peer—no, forget Peer—call Elling. I'll text you his number when I get down to my motorcycle."

"I don't need his number." All she needed was Roar.

"Maybe not, but I want you to have it if I'm not around." Hearing Coco call Lizzy's name from downstairs, he turned and then looked back at her. "Are you going to be okay?"

"Yeah, sure." She forced a smile, making him frown before he walked out of her sight.

Low voices filled the house. Unable to hear the exact words, she inhaled deeply, knowing Coco was going to interrogate her after she talked to Roar. For once, she wasn't up to sharing.

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