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I know this life with him isn’t going to be like a storybook. And it’s exciting to think the best is yet to come. Until the early morning hours of the next day, I kissed the man I know I’ll share the rest of my life with. And somewhere in the back of my mind, I know that won’t be enough. I want more than forever.
I want eternity.
Roan presses closer, electrifying blue gazes down at me, his eyes on my mouth. “There’s a bathroom down the hall….” His voice trails off suggestively.
My nipples pebble with anticipation. “You read my mind.”
We don’t actually do it in the bathroom, though he tries to convince me of this, I have something else in mind. “You know.” I trail my hand over his tie, and then grip it, yanking him toward me. “We could go back to the house. Everyone is here. Has that ever happened?”
He lets out a chuckle, but smiles. “Not that I’m aware of.” And then we ditch the wedding party for some much-needed alone time.
At the house, he takes his time with my dress, and lets me remove his suit. It’s strangely erotic to undress a man and him letting you without assisting. I smile when I notice he’s not wearing any boxers. Remember when I said he’s never fully dressed? Told ya.
“Going commando?”
He winks. “Seemed like a waste of time.”
With my hands on his chest, I push him back onto his bed, then pin his hands to the mattress.
He laughs, eyes playful. “Are you going to tie me up?”
“There’s an idea.” I straddle him, rocking my bare center against his erection.
“I’m kidding.” He attempts to lift his arms, but I hold tighter, smiling seductively. “You’re not tying me up.”
“Oh, so you can handcuff me to a bed but I can’t do the same?”
“Ineverhandcuffed you.”
“Really?”
He looks pissed off now. Look at him. I know exactly what he’s thinking. That someone else handcuffed me and I’ve suddenly confused the two of them. “I never fucking handcuffed you.”
“Homecoming. My junior year of high school,” I remind him with a smile. “You didn’t want me going with Logan Felt so you handcuffed me.”
I let go of his hands and he slides them up my outer thighs until he reaches my hips. He grips them, hard, his fingertips pressing into my hip bones. “Oh, right. I remember now. The night I nearly fucked you.”
Heat rushes through me at the memory. We came close that night. Really freaking close, and then Roan slammed the brakes. “Why’d you do that?”
“Do what?” His brows draw together, searching my eyes for an answer. “Not fuck you? Or tie you up?”
“Both.”
In one quick movement, he has me flat on my back, giving me the weight of his body, but not all of it. “I didn’t fuck you because believe it or not, I respected you.” Reaching between us, he positions himself at my entrance, the head of his cock teasing my clit. “And if anyone found out I was fucking around with an underaged girl, well, you know what that would have meant. For both of us.”
I swallow. “And not letting me go to homecoming or prom?”
His thumb brushes my cheek bone. “I couldn’t leave an opening for another guy to pass.”
But he did. His lie left a huge gap. And sadly, you know how that ended. Guilt hits my chest and I think Roan notices because he shakes his head, his lips finding mine. “I forgive you.”
“I’m not sure if I can forgive myself,” I admit, trying to rein in my emotions.
“See yourself the way I do. A woman who reacted to a circumstance created by others. Love yourself, honey,” he breathes against my mouth. “Because I do.”
Sometimes I think I don’t deserve this guy, and others, I remind myself that together, he’s taught me how to love myself the same way he loves me.
I have no idea what our future will bring, but I know with him, it’s a start to forever.