Page 64 of The Promise

“And what?”

“Tells me enough,” he muttered, planting another kiss against her lips, “to say dreaming me didn’t leave you wet.”

Karine’s nerves sang, her hands already working to unbutton his shirt while he simultaneously pulled down the tiny shorts she had pulled on under the oversized long-sleeved shirt. She nibbled on his bottom lip, enjoying his dark hum, before replying, “Didn’t matter—I wanted the real you anyway.”

“You’ve fucking got me, babe.”

Good.

She was still in the clothes she’d gone to sleep in the previous night. Her shorts fell to the floor around her ankles; the long-sleeved shirt quickly followed, finding the pile of discarded clothes along with his when he let her drag the shirt down his strong arms.

He stopped her for reaching for the button on his pants when he said, “I don’t have long—you made me wait damn near to the last minute, Karine. I’ve got to be downstairs in twenty.”

She pouted, then.

Roman growled at the sight, kissing her harder before mumbling against her quivering lips, “Thirty, then. Fuck it, they’ll have to deal.”

Even that wasn’t enough.

She’d make do.

“You have a bad habit of not wearing panties,” he noted, gaze raking over her naked body when he put just a few inches of distance between them. “Or a bra.”

“Only when I sleep.”

“Doesn’t matter. I like it.”

Hell.

She’d sleep naked, curled in his lap every night if he wanted her to.

Karine didn’t get to reach for his pants again, because in the next second, his hand was between her thighs, fingers seeking the sweet, warm heat he’d find waiting there. The pleased, low hum he released when his fingers slid between her folds to find her wet, and her clit already sensitive to his touch made her shiver.

“I’m gonna make you come,” he told her. “Fast, and hard. And then you can take what you want from me, Karine. Whatever you want, yeah?”

An airless yes answered him back, but she’d said it, and it was enough. The strokes of his fingers were fast, and relentless. Precise, tight circles that make her knees weak and coaxed the moans from her one after another.

She’d wanted a taste of him—loved his cock in her mouth, the way he lost control when she sucked him, and how he looked above her when she was on her knees, but she couldn’t tell him that. Couldn’t look away from his eyes when he watched her lips part as the orgasm crawled closer, and he said, “Almost, babe.”

Nearly there.

“But I want to taste it when you do,” he added.

Roman’s hand stopped then, and he dropped to his knees all at once with wet fingers slipping into her sex as his mouth took the place overtop her clit. He sucked hard, then rolled the swollen nub with his tongue with rapid, firm flicks as she rocked against him.

It was the sudden finger against her ass, pressing and circling the tight hole before slipping in knuckle-deep that really threw her off the edge.

She hadn’t been expecting that—it was new, and different. Good, yes, but shocking all the same. The intensity of the sharp pleasure that accompanied it was unlike anything she’d felt before.

Already, she was addicted.

The relief of the orgasm crashing down was instant, but she lost everything else for seconds. Her ability to think, to breathe. It was all gone while her fingers scraped along his scalp, and she fell beneath the waves crashing through her body.

Karine had barely had time to come down from the high before Roman was standing, his hand still caressing the tender, slick flesh between her thighs when he leaned in for a kiss. She took it, tasting herself on his lips—a tart, heady flavor.

He made her breath catch when he grinned, lips hovering over hers. “You liked that.”

She knew exactly what he meant.