Page 176 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 9
For the first time since we had come out here, I locked eyes with him. The only sound in the room seemed to be my heart pounding out of my chest. He seemed just as upset about this fight as I was. I didn't like seeing him hurting. I loved him more than I even realized. "I can't stop thinking about you either," I said breathlessly. I grabbed both sides of Rory's face and kissed him.
He pressed my body against the wall and deepened the kiss. I didn't care that we were in public. All I wanted was more of him. But he pulled away far too soon.
"I know that we're more than just roommates, Keira."
"So...friends?" I smiled at him.
"Come with me."
I'd follow him anywhere. I slipped my hand into his and followed him to the closet we had found earlier.
He pulled me inside and quickly closed the door. All I saw was a mop and a bucket before darkness engulfed us. Instead of finding the light, Rory pressed my back against the door. "Let me show you how I feel in the best way that I know how." He kissed me again, slower and more passionately than before.
I liked his version of what more was.
He grabbed my ass and lifted my legs around him. He walked over to a table in the corner and gently placed me on the edge. "You don't realize how hard it's been for me, living with you." He moved his lips to my neck.
"I do." I moaned when he lightly nipped my earlobe.
"All the teasing. You've been torturing me." He kissed my shoulder and slowly left a trail of kisses down my arm. He placed a kiss on my palm and then moved to my other shoulder. "I find everything about you irresistible."
Each kiss down my arm made me want him more and more. My whole body seemed to shiver when he kissed my opposite palm.
"So if you want more, I'll give you more." He kissed the inside of my ankle.
With each kiss he placed up my leg, I felt the familiar pull in my stomach that only he could seem to give me. That desire so deepdown that it was all I could focus on. God I wanted him. I had never wanted him so badly.
He slowly repeated the process with my other leg, torturing me. He pushed my dress up and kissed the inside of my thigh.
"Rory," I panted.
He stood up and put his hands down on either side of me on the table. "One day I'd like to own my own restaurant. Definitely Italian cuisine. I don't know if that'll be in five years or twenty, but eventually it would be nice. That's what I really want."
I smiled at him, even though he couldn't see it in the dark. "I knew you had dreams."
"And what do you really want, Keira?"
For you to love me back."I want to write articles that are actually meaningful, instead of fluff pieces. I want to inspire people to change and take action. But I like the idea of working toward happiness, like you said before." I took a deep breath. "You make me happy, Rory."
He didn't say anything for a few seconds. "You make me happy too."
It was like he was confessing that he wanted me to be a part of his future. I grabbed his tie and brought his lips back to mine. He was kissing me like he loved me back. I buried my hands in his hair. I didn't care that there was a wedding going on outside or that we were in a custodial closet. All I cared about was him.
He pushed my dress the rest of the way up my thighs. I lifted up my hips as he hooked his thumbs in the sides of my thong. I could just make out his hazel eyes in the dark. They were the only eyes I ever wanted to look into again.
His fingers traced the insides of my thighs as he slowly pulled my underwear down my legs. "Maybe we should go to a hotel." He kissed me along my clavicle bone. "The smell of bleach isn't very romantic."
"No." My voice sounded so needy. "I want you to fuck me right here."
He pulled the zipper of my dress. "Keira, I'm not going to fuck you."
What is he going to do to me then?The straps of my dress fell off my shoulders and his experienced fingers quickly unhooked my bra in the dark.
He pushed something off the table behind me and it clattered to the floor. The smell of fake lemons filled my nose. It smelled like the cleanser I used to mop my floor. His lips on mine brought me back to him. He let one of his hands slide to my breast and he squeezed it as he lowered my back down on the table. His lips wandered from my mouth, down my neck, and onto my other breast. I felt his teeth lightly tug my nipple, and it was as if the sensation was somehow reflected in my groin.
"Rory," I moaned.
"I love when you say my name like that." His fingers brushed against my clit, making my whole body shiver. "And I love howwet you always are for me." The tip of his index finger slipped inside of me, making me moan again.
