Shadows of You (Lost & Found #4)(59)

The door slammed behind us, and Chauncey lifted his head from his dog bed in question.

“Lock,” I breathed.

Roan took one step backward, flipping the top deadbolt, and then he was moving again. His long strides ate up the space. He didn’t kiss me as he moved, but his gaze was like a physical caress, stroking and teasing.

He made it to my bedroom in a matter of seconds, shutting the door behind us. He lowered me to the floor so slowly it was almost painful. My core pressed against the long, thick ridge in his pants, and I almost whimpered.

“Need you to be sure.”

I looked up into his face, infusing every bit of certainty I could into my voice. “I’m sure.”

Roan stroked his thumb across my pulse point. “Need control.”

I swallowed against the dryness in my throat. “Okay.”

That thumb trailed over my chest and down my sternum. His fingers twisted in the hem of my sweatshirt. “Arms up.”

There was a grit to his voice, a need, and it had heat pooling between my thighs. I obeyed.

Roan slowly peeled my sweatshirt off and tossed it to the floor, leaving me in my sleep camisole. His eyes flared as he drank me in. “So pretty.”

I let my arms slowly fall, soaking in Roan’s stare.

His finger traced my nipple through the delicate fabric. It peaked and tightened. “Fuck. Look at that response. So beautiful. So perfect.”

My heart sped up as need pulsed low.

“Can I have this?” Roan asked, his fingers toying with the strap of the tank top.

I nodded.

“Words, Tender Heart. I need the words.”

“Yes,” I breathed.

The camisole was gone in a flash, joining my discarded sweatshirt on the floor.

Roan stepped back, towering over me and taking in every inch of my bare skin. He stilled in front of me, looking at the scar that ran along my collarbone and down my side. I fought the urge to turn and cover myself, but before I could, Roan bent.

His lips trailed across the raised flesh. “I’d do anything to take away this pain.”

“Roan.” His name was a hoarse whisper.

“Anything,” he echoed.

Tears stung my eyes as Roan’s fingers followed his lips. He wasn’t scared of my damage. It didn’t make him flinch. He took me exactly as I was.

He kept moving, circling me, stopping behind me, and tracing a finger down my spine. “Smoother than I ever could’ve dreamed.”

“Roan…”

He pulled me flush against him, my back to his front. I could feel the need pulsing between us, his hardness nestled against my ass.

Roan slid a hand beneath the waistband of my sweatpants and under my panties. I let my head fall back against his shoulder, breathing hard.

His fingers slid down, exploring. Wetness gathered between my thighs. He cupped me. “This heat. Could burn a man alive.”

My core clenched at his words. “Roan…”

“Patience.”

I pressed my thighs together, tightening around his hand, trying to give myself more pressure, more friction. Just…more.

Roan pinched my thigh, making a tsking noise. “Behave.”

I twisted my head and bit his neck.

He chuckled, the sound only driving me higher.

“You’re mean,” I chastised.

Roan’s fingers were back, teasing and toying. “I warned you. But you said you were sure. Changing your mind?”

“Never.”

“That’s my girl,” he whispered in my ear, his teeth nipping the lobe as two fingers drove inside me.

I did whimper then. There was nothing I could do to stop it. Those long digits stroked and twisted, bringing me higher and then backing off. It was a glorious torture, and I only wanted more.

“Please,” I begged.

“Tell me what you need.”

“More,” I breathed.

“Be. Specific.” Roan’s fingers curled.

My mouth fell open on a soft mewl. “That. You. Inside me.”

Roan’s hand was gone in a flash. Then he sank to his knees, taking my sweatpants and panties with him. He tapped my left leg. “Lift.” Then my right. “Lift.”

Then, my slippers and every last stitch of clothing were gone. I lowered my hands, feeling the need to cover myself somehow.

“Don’t,” Roan clipped.

I stilled.

“You’re the most breathtaking thing I’ve ever seen. Don’t hide an inch of that beauty from me.”

My hands fell to my sides, and I breathed deeply.

Roan’s hand traced up my leg to my ass. He gripped it hard. “Perfect.” He nipped the globe. “So damn bitable.”

A shiver coursed through me, one of heat and need.

He shifted, coming around in front of me but still on his knees, his gaze locked on the apex of my thighs. “Knew you’d be beautiful.”

Roan’s thumb parted me, and he leaned forward. His tongue flicked across my clit, and I nearly lost my balance. Roan’s arm came around my legs, holding me steady. “Still.”

I couldn’t get a single word out, but I nodded. Roan grinned against my core. His tongue circled that bundle of nerves as his fingers drove inside me. Each swipe of his tongue nearly sent me over the edge. But it was as if he knew what would take me there and wasn’t ready for that quite yet.