CHAPTER SIX
ROGAN
SHE’S NOT SURE OF ME yet. And that is fine. I can be patient. I need her to choose me anyway. She’s been manipulated enough.
“We can tackle all this tomorrow. You need to sleep.”
“No comments on my virginity?”
“Not tonight.”
“I’ll sleep here on the couch.”
I shake my head. “You take my bed, princess.” I want her in my sheets. I want my pillow to smell like her.
She looks at my couch dubiously. “I can’t do that. You’ve done enough for me. I’ll be out of your hair tomorrow.”
I hope she can see in my eyes that will not be happening. But I don’t want to scare her. “I won’t ever lock you up. Not like he did. I swear.”
“I know that.”
“But you’re stuck with me.”
She doesn’t look scared. But she does look sad. “Rogan, I think the guy he sold my virginity to is some kind of mob man. I can’t bring you into this.”
“I’m already in this.”
“If anything happened to you because of me…”
“Do I look like I’m afraid?”
She shakes her head. “I don’t think you’re afraid of anything.”
“That’s not true. I’m afraid you won’t trust me to help you. I’m afraid you’re going north again the minute I let my guard down.” God help me if she does.
“You can’t possibly be this altruistic. And if it’s just sex you want, I can’t believe there aren’t a lot easier ways for you to get it. Why are you so eager to jump into my problems and help me? A normal person would wish me well and send me away.”
“First of all, I’m not doing this to get in your pants.”
She shrugs.
“Darlin’, if I were just after getting my dick wet, we both know you wouldn’t be a virgin anymore.” Those amber eyes get all wide and round, then narrow into slits. Before she can let her spitfire attitude rise to the top, I go on, “Yeah, I said it. And I’ll say worse and what’s more, you’re going to like it. I’m a filthy sonofabitch.” She’s just blinking rapidly, and I can’t believe I’ve found her mute button. I file that away for later. “You were rubbing on my dick earlier, and we both know it wouldn’t have taken much to convince you to ride it all the way. It’s more than sex between us, and you know that, too. It has been since the minute you opened that sassy mouth. Maybe we don’t make sense to the rest of the world, but I’m not worried about them right now. I’m only worried about you. So, yeah, we’re gonna fuck. But not yet and that’s not what’s keeping us here.”
“Okay, caveman. What makes you think you’re going to be the one to take my virginity?”
“I’m not taking. You’re going to give it to me. When you’re ready. Nobody makes that decision but you.” I stand and pull her up. “I’m going to steal your fucking heart, though. You can be damned sure about that.”
She rolls her eyes. “You’re awfully cocky. Where do you get all that confidence from?” She holds up one hand. “And don’t go for the easy joke about being cocky, please.” I raise my eyebrows. “I know exactly how much you’re packing.” She blushes, and we both remember her grinding on my cock not that long ago. “But, seriously. You met me yesterday, and I’m a hot mess of daddy issues and a felon now besides. Why on earth are you interested in pursuing this?”
I take that hand she’s holding up and kiss the palm before placing it over my heart. “I have no fucking idea.”
She snorts and then starts laughing and it’s the best sound. Well, I guess I like all her sounds. But her laughter is easily in the top five.
“C’mon, princess. You need a good night’s sleep.”
“They’re going to be looking for me. My stepdad is going to know I couldn’t get far when he comes to retrieve his stolen car. And I don’t know how much the guy paid for my…if he can’t get the money back from Alan, he’s going to come for me.”
“That’s a tomorrow problem.” I lead her to my bed and pull the covers back before turning to the dresser to get her the requested t-shirt and boxers.
“What’s a tonight problem, then?” she asks, twirling her fingers in a gesture, so I turn around while she dresses. Fuck, knowing she’s bare is killing me.
“Tonight’s problem is how I’m going to sleep with this cock as hard as iron knowing you’re in my bed.”
“You can turn around.”
Layna is in my bed, the sheets up around her chin. It’s almost perfect. Since I won’t be getting in it with her, it’s not quite. But I like her in my bed. A lot.
“You have such a dirty mouth, Rogan. I feel like I should be clutching my pearls around you.”
My mind immediately goes to giving her a pearl necklace. Of course.
“I like making you blush, princess. I’m going to say a whole lot worse, I promise. Good thing you like dirty talk.”
“How do I know what I like? I’m a virgin, remember?”
My cock is like a steel pipe in my pants right now. Fuck. A virgin. I’m going to be the first and last lover she ever has.
But not tonight.
“You were grinding on my cock like a girl who knows what she likes. We’re going to be really good together.”
But not tonight.
I kiss her forehead. Again. I like the way it makes me feel, though. I like treating her tender. I’m gonna like treating her rough, too.
“Goodnight, sweetheart.”
She grabs my arm. “Wait. We could share the bed. I think I could roll over two or three times without getting to the other side. There’s plenty of room.”
My cock aches. “I don’t think that’s a great idea.”
She bites her lip again, but this time it’s not adorable. She’s scared. “Please stay with me.”
How could I say no? “Okay, but no hanky-panky. I don’t want to wake up to find you jumping me while I’m asleep.”
“Did you just say hanky-panky? Like for real?”
I just smile and grab some sweats to sleep in, changing in the bathroom. It’s going to be a long fucking night, knowing she’s so close but I can’t touch her.
Not yet.