Page 68 of The Agreement

Karine let her hands travel down, too. Her mouth fell open hungrily as her hand wedged between them until she had cupped his crotch. Brazenly, she stroked him through his pants when he squeezed her breast even harder. His thumb found her nipple through the dress, erect and sensitive to his touch.

Karine loved it—that sensation.

The way he was careful when he touched her, like she was a piece of art worthy of being worshipped and cherished, but still held her tight enough that it could hurt if he wanted it to. She threw her head back a bit, delighting in his touch, and the way the rain fell on her face now. His free hand traveled to her ass, grasping hard and strong. Making her suck in a hissed breath when his hands flexed against her body.

All the while, she stroked him more.

Harder.

Then that hand at her throat reached for her nape, guiding her head back so she faced him fully again.

“I know better than this,” he groaned.

She might have laughed. If only because he said it like he was mad at the world about the situation he found himself in with her. But she didn’t believe he was mad at all, and it wasn’t very funny.

Mostly because he wasn’t wrong.

She knew better, too.

Then, he dipped down to take a kiss, their mouths met with lips already opened for the taste they’d both wanted, and Karine was sure she was going to explode into a million pieces.

Or maybe her heart would. The organ certainly raced like it might, the thundering beats slamming into her ribcage one after another as Roman’s tongue tangled with hers. Every swipe of his lips over hers urged Karine to kiss back, wanting more. He pulled the breath out of her lungs with his kiss, but goddammit, she didn’t mind.

She was right, too—there had been something sweet about the man, and she found it in the way his bruising kiss teased and lulled her into a slower rhythm. How he explored her mouth with every dart of his tongue and hint of his teeth grazing her lower lip.

The kiss turned into gentle sweeps of their mouths until both were pulling back for air. She would have gone back for more the second her lungs ached with fresh air, but his next words sent her spinning in a whole new way.

“Your mouth isn’t the only thing I want to taste,” he told her.

Roman shoved a hand between her thighs, and managed to push her dress up higher at the same time. Or it could have been the fact she widened her stance for him to do it. His fingers found the dampness and warmth seeping through the lace of her panties, two of them rubbing hard against her until she moved back against his hand for more. Her body sought what it wanted from him, the sparks of lust dancing over her skin with dangerous intent.

Only the rain kept her from sizzling into a plume of smoke because the fire inside of Karine raged hotter than ever. Devastatingly so. She’d never wanted a man.

Not like she wanted this one.

She stroked him back, too, feeling his thick cock throb hard inside his pants when she angled her rocking body into his to let him feel more of her. Pushed against the brick wall behind her, Karine couldn’t take her eyes off Roman when he lifted her leg up, and his palm cupped her knee. That mouth of his came back for more, his tongue thrusting beyond her parted lips to slam into her own while his cock pushed in between her thighs.

She loved how he encompassed her—how he surrounded her with his size and strength. His presence loomed over hers, and yet he couldn’t look away. Or maybe he just didn’t want to. She wasn’t diminished in front of him ... not at all.

Karine was all he seemed to see.

In a way, that was terrifying.

Even if she did want it.

“What else do you want to taste?” she asked, breathless.

She shouldn’t ask, or want to know. Karine still did, and there wasn’t a single part of her that regretted it at the moment, either.

Roman’s fingers ghosted over her swollen clit through the flimsy fabric of her panties, doing nothing to offer a semblance of a barrier between them. “I think you know exactly what, babe.”

God, yes.

Her pleased sighs even came out raspy as he touched her everywhere. From the hand between her thighs to the one working her body higher. He traced the curve of her neck before he tugged at her earlobe with his teeth, and then those lips of his trailed down the slick skin of her trembling jaw.

What were they even doing like this?

She didn’t know, but ... she wanted more. She wanted to give him everything he liked, anything he might think to ask her for in that second, she’d happily hand it over. However he wanted it, too. Even if that meant spreading her legs for him in a dark, dirty alley on the night of her engagement dinner.