The Bad Boy Has A Soft Spot

Chapter 41 Intertwined

Roselia's POV

WARNING! VERY MUCH LOVING, CUTE, BUBBLY AND HOT SMUT! ONLY 18+ ALLOWED FROM THIS POINT! I'LL PUT A NOTE WHEN IT ENDS.

It was raining as we stood in my front porch, exchanging one last kiss in our drenched attire. But we didn't mind because our body heat dissipated any ice frosting over our toes.

As soon as he pulled apart, I shivered at the drop in temperature. With a laugh, he pressed himself closer to me again and wrapped his arms around me.

"You're like a frozen little pup." He joked and placed a hand on my cheek, caressing it gently.

I leaned into his touch and smiled with him. "You're like my personal little heater. I need you for warmth."

His eyes softened. "Turn the heater on tonight so you won't get cold."

I was being a foolish, stubborn, drunk-in-love idiot when I said, "Maybe I shouldn't be alone tonight."

His entire body stiffened at my words. "No, my love." He leaned down to kiss my forehead. "Turn the heater on." In his eyes, I saw him battling with himself. His inner desire and his gentlemanly ways.

Problem was, I don't think I wanted to be protected tonight. So what did I do?

I pulled him down the lapels of his suit and hungrily devoured his lips. With a groan, he claimed mine with an equally hungry desire. Through our kiss, I felt the self-control he once had diminish slowly as I pushed the door to my dark, empty house open. He swiftly closed the door behind him with a kick and locked it with his long arms, all the while his lips were still on mine.

Occasional lightning lit the house with an bright light but I couldn't notice it at all because the man in front of me was shining like a billion suns, being the only thing I saw.

"Rose." Apparently, an ounce of self-control was left in his body as we reached the bottom of the stairs. "We shouldn't. I don't want to hurt you."

I frowned and cupped his head in my hands. "I won't get hurt. Never when I am with you. Besides," I trailed a finger down from his wet cheek to his collarbone. "I want you to."

That was enough to throw his celibate-like self-control out of the window. He reclaimed my lips and lifted me up into his embrace, hands at the curve of my butt as he guided us up the stairs. "You're really going to be the death of me."

"Soon." I tufted his hair towards me and kissed him again in the darkness.

As we reached the top of the stairs, he hesitantly removed his hungry lips from me. "Rose, I didn't bring any protection."

My shoulders slumped but straightened against his chest as I remembered Dani explicitly teaching me sex ed and always having condoms at the drawers beside my bed, saying and I quote 'You never know when's your lucky day.'

It might probably just be tonight.

"That's arranged."

Instead of devouring my lips, he looked at me with potent amusement clearly visible in the darkness. "Well, well. Not so good, after all."

"Dani wanted me to be careful just in case." I chuckled on his lips while he opened the door to my bedroom and brought us inside. He released me from his grip to stand in front of him. I moved to lock the door and stared into his blazing green eyes after.

His large hand rested on my cheek and I felt a confusing mix of lust and love radiating from it. Although confusing, I received reassurance through his eyes, saying that he won't do anything remotely painful to me. He guaranteed me safety and reliability.