24
BRIELLE
“You are,”I agree, spinning in the doorway to give the room my back. With a finger curling in the front of his shirt, I tug him further inside. “But you could be luckier.”
He kisses me hard before stroking my bottom lip with his tongue. I nip at it and stumble backward when he moves quicker, with a force that wasn’t there a moment ago. My blood heats to a boil. The door closes with a loudthud,and the lights remain off.
“How’s that?”
I swallow a needy noise, the backs of my knees hitting the mattress. “You could take my clothes off, for starters.”
“I could,” he whispers.
But he doesn’t.
In one fluid movement, he grips the backs of my thighs with his huge hands and lifts me clean off my feet. I tumble to the edge of the bed, my back sinking into it as he wraps my legs around his waist and bends forward. His chest flattens against mine before a hot mouth glides up the side of my neck, sucking softly, teasingly.
I moan and fist the side of his shirt, tipping my head back for him. “Yes . . . suck harder.”
He responds with a sharp, forceful pull of my skin between his teeth. My eyes roll up until I’m staring at the ceiling, gripping the roots of his hair to keep him in place. His body presses forward, the movement pushing my dress higher up my hips until I’m sure my panties are exposed. I want to feel that now familiar bulge against where I’m so goddamn wet, so I shift at the waist, searching?—
He bites my neck, yanking a whine from the depths of my chest. Two solid weights fall to my hips and press me into the mattress, keeping me anchored down.
“No.”
Shivers ripple down my arms as his stern tone settles between us. Him claiming control turns me on as much as it encourages me to push to see just how far he’ll go. To find where his boundaries are.
I repeat my motion regardless of the hands holding me down and turn my head to block my neck. His gaze is dark when it finds mine, the utter damnation glowing from within them trying to crush my resolve. It would be so easy to beg him to fuck me and give us both what we want, but I’m far too headstrong and stubborn for that.
After all these weeks, I’m going to make him work for it.
“No?” I repeat, slowly guiding my hand from his side to the hem of his shirt. His abs tense, becoming more prominent as I rake my nails against the skin above his waistband. He lowers his eyes, watching. “Are you sure?”
He’s so tense I fear he might snap in half. I dig my finger into the still-open front of his dress pants and follow the length of the zipper. His briefs are slick beneath my touch. The throb in my core intensifies, arousal spiking my temperature.
I dig my heels into the top of his ass and force him forward. He only moves an inch before regaining control and freezing, but I still feel the brush of his cock against my panties. It’s enoughcontact to steal my breath, my train of thought disappearing with it.
My hand is pulled from his pants before I have the chance to cling tighter. Roman’s fingers curl through mine and squeeze as he presses them into the mattress above my head. I gasp softly, watching him with what I know must be wild, desperate eyes. There’s no point in hiding how I’m feeling.
The moment he gets my clothes off, he’s going to learn either way.
“You push and push,” he grinds out. There’s anger in his tone, but I don’t think that’s how he’s feeling.
“I do.”
“You couldn’t just leave things the way they should have been left. Instead, you jumped every single hurdle I put up in front of you with those not-so-innocent smiles and angelic giggles. Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”
He lowers his head, the tips of our noses touching. When I shake my head, they rub, the movement somehow arousing.
“I can’t stop wanting you. I dream about this—of having you right here beneath me, screaming my name so loudly that everyone in a ten-block radius can hear, regardless of how dangerous I know that would be and what it might cost the both of us. You’re in my fucking head, Brielle, and I need yououtof it. Help me get youout.”
His hips move, rolling forward. I nod with false agreement, lips parted as I melt beneath the pleasure erupting in my core. The first hard press of his cock sends me somewhere else. A place where the only thing that matters is him repeating the motion.
I try and fail to hold his stare when he grinds down again, this time grunting my name in a tone that threatens to ruin me. My breath saws in and out of me, uneven and ragged. It doesn’t matter that my dress has crawled up to expose the rolls of skinabove my panties or that I could be puncturing holes in the back of his hand from my nails.
“I’m not sorry,” I whimper, lifting up as he presses down. His hair is curling around my knuckles as I attempt to use it to pull his lips down. “I need this. You need it, too.”
His eyes flick between mine, pupils wide. “Need what, Brielle? Tell me.”
