“Say it back first.”
Our eyes clash. The passion there, the unmistakable claim that’s sparking like a wildfire in the wide expanse of her pupils, glides across the scars in my chest, healing them.
I smooth my hands down her shoulders and push her flat against the hood. Her hair fans out around her head as she watches me, her naked chest moving with quick breaths. I pluck one of her nipples and watch as her lips open to form a perfect O shape.
“I can count on one hand the number of people I need.” Her breath catches when I drop my head and take her nipple into my mouth. I apply soft suction for a few seconds before releasing it. “I prefer things that way. There are less messes, less questions I need to find the answers to when things go wrong. I can ensure that I don’t spread myself too thin and risk losing someone else.”
Brielle keeps her focus on me, her eyes never straying. My rambling doesn’t scare her, and that’s what encourages me to continue.
Leaning over her body, I slide my forearms beneath her back and lift her off the hood. The thought of dragging her closer and having her skin stick to the hood has me being extra careful when I set her back down.
My cock twitches against her thigh when I start wiggling her shorts down myself.
“But I need you. You’ve taken control of me. My carefully constructed routine has been shattered. When I’m not with you, I wish I was. If you’re somewhere other than my arms, I ache to be beside you. I’m . . .” I help her straighten her legs into the air. The denim bunches at her calves before I slip it free and press a kiss to her ankle bone. “I’m completely yours. Regardless of the impact this may have on our lives, I amyoursif you want me.”
A sheen slips over her gaze as she pushes up from the hood and flattens her hand to my chest.
“It’s about time.”
38
BRIELLE
It’s different this time.
No, it’s never been the same as that first night we spent together, but tonight is the start of something new. As he presses his cock between us and angles it just right, that last piece of the puzzle locks into place. A love so electric, so freeing, fills me up until I’m overfilling, no longer here but somewhere else.
Neither of us blinks as we lock eyes and he slowly pushes inside. My neck curves as I moan and grasp his wrist, needing to hold him. He nods, understanding everything I’m unable to say.
The wide, strong expanse of his hand falls to my hip, holding me steady before his hips draw back. The following thrust is harder, a sharp snap that forces me to instantly stretch around him. Pleasure blooms, my wetness gliding down his shaft.
His following deep glide has me dropping my head back, too overrun with bliss to hold it up. It makes contact with the hood of the car, but the small shock isn’t enough to distract me from the need coursing through my veins. I’m so warm, so full of him and this roaring emotion making a home for itself in my chest and demanding to be screamed into the night.
I swallow the three words down as they bloom in my throat and busy myself with something else. His wrist goes limp whenI begin to guide it up my stomach and between my breasts, allowing me to control him. Only once I’ve pressed it flat against my throat do I squeeze, encouraging him to take control.
He flexes his fingers against my pulse before pushing down, squeezing just hard enough for me to feel my toes curl in ecstasy.
“You’re incredible,” he pants, rolling deeper. “Mine.”
My eyes cross when he prods that sensitive spot deep inside of me. A loud, wanton noise escapes me, pleading for him to repeat the motion. He does, over and over again until I can barely think.
“It’s impossible to wrap my head around you. I can’t—can’t fucking stop. You’re everywhere. In my head. In my life.”
“It’s not only you,” I declare on a wobbly breath. My palm is slick when I glide it up the side of his neck and then around the back of it. His hair is soft and damp against my skin. I fist it and draw him into me, our exhales becoming one. “I could stay here forever. Right here. Just keep me, Rome.”
His lips find mine in a raw, hard kiss that steals my next breath. I’m left to breathe him in, and I think I prefer that. Our tongues meet, sliding together as I hook my thighs around his hips and force him forward, deeper. My ankles lock against his spine as I ride his movements, unable to break the endless kiss.
This moment feels eternal.
Fingers card through my hair and stroke between my legs, finding where I’m throbbing and so, so wet. I quiver, then begin to shake as my climax approaches, stealing my mind and leaving me mush beneath him. The pleasure is so intense I lose my grip on reality and enter a free fall before slamming back down and crying out his name.
Roman’s grip on my hair grows tighter, the weight against my throat firmer. I still feel like glass. Somehow, even with his touch rougher and far more desperate, I feel like a piece of porcelain he fears could crumble in his hands.
“Need to pull out,” he grunts, voice ragged, worn despite how little we’ve spoken. “Fuck. Fuck, now.”
“No! Don’t stop. Don’t stop—” I beg, squeezing tight around him, my heels digging into his back.
“I’m going to come inside this pussy, then, baby. Let me pull out, or you’re walking inside my house with my load dripping down your thighs.”
