Page 89 of The Agreement

There was no doubt he would be leaving some of his own, starting with a beard-burn around the insides of her thighs. And the thought of her feeling that tenderness tomorrow—and maybe in the days beyond—did something terrible to him.

Terribly wicked, that was.

He liked it too much.

All of it.

All of her.

His tongue and thumb flicked and stroked until he was sure she was ready to fly again.

“Roman ... please ...” she begged. “Oh, my God.”

He loved hearing her plea and when Karine came that time, even her thighs quivered. Roman’s face was stuck between her legs, his tongue buried deep in her pussy, and for a second, she tightened her legs around his head to keep him that way. Another woman, and he might have shoved her off—but not this one.

She was still hot on his tongue.

Wet in his mouth.

Christ.

A part of him thought ... once won’t be enough. He already wanted to see her like that again, staring down at him, amazed and blissed.

He straightened up, but only to lean over her on the bed. Still shaking, with her breaths coming fast one after another, Karine watched him through half-lidded eyes that were dark with her desire.

And there it was.

Her smile.

It was a victorious smile. Like she truly believed she had won something.

“What?” he asked.

She shook her head, reaching for him. “You—just you. Stay with me?”

Karine already had her hands wrapped around his forearms like vise grips. He wasn’t exactly in the mood to pack up and go, though.

Wordlessly, Roman climbed into bed with her, maneuvering them both until they were covered by the silver bedspread. He pulled her against him, wrapping his arms tight around her. She seemed content to lay like that, her back tucked tight along his chest. There was no hiding the racing beats of his heart.

She had to feel every single one.

Karine didn’t say a thing.

Burying his face into her hair, he breathed in the scent of her. He wasn’t the type to fall asleep with a woman in his arms, but he didn’t want to let her go, either. At least, not yet.

Wasn’t he supposed to get information out of her?

Hadn’t he done this for a reason?

Yeah.

The thing was, Roman could already feel her muscles loosening with every steady, deep breath she took. She was drifting off to sleep right there in his arms, every soft curve of hers molded to each of his hard lines.

“This feels like a mistake—there’s no going back from here,” he murmured, hoping Karine would still hear him.

She didn’t.

She was already asleep.