Page 86 of The Agreement

“What are you waiting for?” she asked.

“For you to say the word—ask or tell me.”

Karine wet her lower lip slowly. The action was enough to make Roman clear his throat when a lump formed there from the tightening of his stomach. Christ. Every little thing she did was mesmerizing to him.

And he didn’t even know why.

“Those words?” Karine questioned.

Roman nodded, stepping closer to hook a finger under her chin so he could tip her face up toward his. For a reason he couldn’t understand, she forced her stare away from him again. A part of him wanted to ask why, but he doubted she wanted him to. Instead, he stroked her cheek with his thumb.

“You don’t know how beautiful you are, and that’s a fucking shame,” he said, finally urging her attention back on him. Only now, there was a different gleam in her eyes. The vulnerability hadn’t left, but he found that same daring, unafraid woman that kissed him in an alley and approached him with an invitation to join her bed.

He could handle her fragility.

As long as she knew what she wanted, too.

“Please,” she said, the word so soft he strained to hear. “This is what I want.”

And that was all he needed.

Roman pressed his lips to her warm forehead, the silkiness of her skin only a tease for what was to come. He bet the rest of her would feel even better against his mouth, and wrapped around his dick. Her hands found his shoulders before she turned her face up so he could take her mouth in his for a kiss.

His tongue pushed beyond her parted lips, darting past hers that flicked against his for a quick taste. And then she sucked on the tip of his tongue when he almost dared to pull back. Her light purr while he kissed her vibrated straight through his fucking chest.

That sound was pleasure, and sin.

Perfection.

Roman’s sense of gentleness fled the second Karine decided to take what she wanted by slipping her hands beneath the slightly lowered waistline of his boxer-briefs. The tight fist she made around his hard cock, stroking his tip fast, had the air catching in his throat.

“I’m not glass,” she breathed against his mouth. “I promise not to break.”

Roman nodded, still breathless. “Good to know.”

He couldn’t be gentle anymore, that patience and good will of his was gone. He wanted to go hard—possess her, even, if she would let him.

His hands moved down her body until he gripped a palmful of her ass. Round, and pert, he cupped and kneaded the flesh until her air came a little harder, and she whimpered against his cheek where her kiss had come to rest. She helped to shove his boxer-briefs down, and he let her, stepping out of them only once they’d fallen down to the floor below.

Roman could have taken more time to appreciate the curve and softness of her ass in his hands, but the grin she leveled on him had his mind going elsewhere. She stood up on tiptoes to kiss him once, and then twice. Quick and fleeting, it wasn’t nearly enough, but he was fast to get more when he gripped her thighs, and pulled her up from the floor into his arms.

They fit together like a glove—like puzzle pieces, really. Her hands found his jaw, her fingernails scraping along his beard as he stole another kiss from her, refusing to give even an inch as the need for air burned in his lungs. His cock dug into her thigh while her breathy sighs were swallowed by his lips and tongue. Every single one she made, he wanted to taste.

Each one she made, he owned.

His mouth moved over her trembling chin, down her neck, and then he licked the soft fleshiness of her earlobe. Her giggle melted into a low, sexy moan when his teeth nipped into the spot behind her ear.

It was that sound coming out of her mouth that spurred him forward. Roman carried her to the edge of the four-poster bed, tossing her down to the sheets where he could watch as her perfect body laid bare.

Ready for him.

Open to him.

“God, look at you,” he uttered.

Karine’s shyness was long gone as a wicked smile played at the edges of her lips. She was all woman—one that tempted him more than he was willing to admit. On the bed with her hair spread around her face like a halo, she winked while she grabbed her breasts in both hands and squeezed.

She stretched herself along the bed for him, widening her legs until he salivated at the sight of her cunt on display for him. The sliver of wet, pink flesh was just one piece of the perfection that made up the creature below him. Her narrow waist melded into hips meant for riding a man, and he could already feel those legs of hers wrapped around him while he held her down.