“To fuck me. You’re angry with me for pushing, but you could have put a stop to it. A real one. Don’t think for a second that I’m the only one responsible for this. Not when your cock is so hard for me I’m wondering if you’re going to come just like this.”
He blows a harsh breath across my mouth before kissing me. My eyes fall shut instantly as my legs lock tighter around his middle. The hand not claiming mine above my head falls to the minuscule gap between our bodies. I’m oversensitive, my skin buzzing with its own electric field while he inches my dress up higher, forcing it past my stomach. He doesn’t break away from my lips as he explores my thighs, dipping between them just long enough for a knuckle to bump my wet pussy before disappearing.
I’m on a hair trigger. One more touch, and I’ll blow. That’s not a reaction I expected to have, but should have after all this time. This is what I was waiting for and pushed so hard to experience.
“I want to take you apart and put you back together with my hands,” he declares gruffly across my swollen mouth. “I want to get this out of my system so I can go back to my regular life.”
Two fingers slip beneath my panties and sink right into my pussy. I buck up, crying out in surprised bliss. The stretch isn’t bad after the cab ride, leaving only pleasure. I tug at his hand and take his half-buttoned shirt in my other, pulling hard enough that the collar tugs at his throat. His groan floods mysenses as he remains in place, not trying to free himself from the restriction to his airway.
Roman drives his fingers into me harder. His jaw tightens as he hisses a breath and releases my hand, gripping my throat instead. My heart pounds furiously in my chest as excitement makes the room glow around us. I pull harder on his shirt, and his jaw slacks long enough for him to chuckle roughly, his grin feral.
Holy fuck.
I clench tight around his fingers as I move my hips, riding the intrusion as our crazed stares hold, neither of us ready to break this connection yet. I’m already close. I’ve been close long before he made me come in the cab, but this? This is nothing like what I expected from him, even when I let my mind wander to the possibility of us together. I was right about the sexual chemistry, but even that confirmation can’t drag me from this focus.
“Show me everything,” he rasps, so quietly I nearly miss it over the sound of my own breathing.
My head moves on its own, frantically nodding. “Everything.”
Neither of us comments on his previous statement. He can say he only wants one night, but I know better.
It’s going to take far more than that to get where we crave to be.
His fingers curl and press impossible deeper, stroking the exact spot where I need him to. My tongue grows trapped between my teeth as I swallow beneath his palm and drop his shirt in exchange for his throat, gripping it directly. He growls, the vibrations shooting through my arms and into my chest. The picture he makes like this . . . with his nostrils flaring, jaw tight, and eyes narrowed on me like he can’t decide whether to choke me out or make me come, is already too much. But then addinghow much he’s enjoying the feel of my hand wrapped around his throat?
I’m lost. Helplessly, beautifully lost in this man.
I push my head back into the bedding and stare at the ceiling, unable to hold myself up any longer. Sinking into the mattress, I ride the waves of pleasure that grow higher, stronger. There’s no stopping their crash or the climax that follows. I lock my legs around him and jerk in pleasure, welcoming my release with eager hands.
“Fuck,” he spits, pulling his fingers free to bring them to his mouth. They disappear as he sucks them clean again and then grabs me again, lifting me off the bed. “You’re perfect.”
I wrap my arms around his neck and hold on as we move. Breathless and trembling, I bury my face in his throat and inhale. The red mark from where his shirt had dug into his skin is warm beneath my lips when I kiss it, hoping to soothe the burn.
The muscles beneath my lips pull when he swallows. I moan, running my nose up to and over his jaw, feeling the stubble scratch my skin and hoping it leaves a mark, some sort of claim that I can keep with me for a while.
I’m drunk on the taste of him. On the smell and feel of him as he holds me like he’s terrified I’m going to disappear. The butterflies in my stomach haven’t settled, even as I try to distract myself with the sexual need flooding my nervous system. They remain in place, refusing to so much as hide for the remainder of the night.
Roman brings us to the chair in the corner of the room, tucked beneath the window. The curtains are pulled back, allowing the city lights to flood the room, painting us in a soft white cast. It dances across the side of his face, illuminating the black hoops in the tip of his ear and through the lobe. I trace oneof the piercings, feeling the cool metal against my fingertip as he sits, settling me on his lap.
With my thighs parted over his, I’m exposed. The halter top of my dress feels too constrictive as he palms my spine and guides my hair over my shoulder, tucking damp, messy curls behind my ear. I lean into his touch and bring my hands to his shoulders.
“This is how you want me?” I ask, watching his lips as he wets them.
He hums in the back of his throat, curving me toward his chest. “It’s one of the ways I want you.”
I let my full weight drop onto his thighs and start to undo his shirt. One button at a time, I reveal inch after inch of his chest. The thick trail of hair that appears beneath his pecs is one hell of a turn-on. Then I spot the tiny black hoop in his left nipple. My mouth fills with drool as I thumb it, shifting the metal slightly and listening to his hitched groan. I don’t know how I missed this in the elevator, but I think this might be my new favourite thing.
There’s something so incredibly manly about Roman, and it’s the little things like this that drive me crazy with lust.
With the buttons done, I pull the two sides of his shirt further apart, exposing him completely. The tensing of his abdomen as he breathes has me reaching down and pressing my palm against his skin, needing to feel the quick rise and fall.
“Your turn,” I murmur, leaning away from his body.
There’s no more debating for either of us. He takes the halter from around my neck and carefully pulls it over my head before using it to tug the chest of my dress down, exposing my bare breasts. My nipples are hard and pointed as I suck in a heady breath and watch his reaction.
“Like I said,” he starts, swooping in to take my left nipple between his lips. Sucking sharply, he draws another cry from me before releasing the peak. “Perfect.”
I draw my brows in as I drop my hands to his crotch and palm the shape of him through his pants. My grip is strong, maybe painful, but he doesn’t pull me away. Not until he’s pushing his pants down for me, leaving no choice but to release him.
