Page 115 of Lease to Love

I nodded. "This is what we're doing."

He looked at me for a long moment.

Then he sighed, smirked at me, and moved his hands to his belt, unbuckling it deftly before unzipping his pants, pulling them down with his boxer briefs.

I climbed into his lap while they were still around his ankles, cradling his face in my hands.

I felt like my chest was on fire. I was feeling too much for this man between my thighs, and his story, and his mission, and his damn dimples… Too much for me to put into words.

So I reached between us—finding him heavy and thick and already ready—positioned him at my entrance, and sank down onto him in one smooth stroke.

“Roman…” I murmured against his lips as he filled me, bracing my hands on his shoulders.

And then I started to move.

Slowly at first, just a small, deliberate circle of my hips that made us both gasp. His hands found my waist, gripping me like he was afraid I might vanish into smoke.

"Goddamn, Summer…" My name came out of him like a prayer.

I rose up on my knees, letting him slide almost all the way out of me, then sank back down. A slow, hot drag of him against my walls that lit up every nerve in my body. I did it again. And again. My hands came up to cradle his face, my forehead pressed to his, my eyes open and locked on his.

I wanted him to see me. All of me.

And I wanted him to see that I saw all of him too.

The slow rolls of my hips turned into deep, rhythmic rocking. I picked up my pace, my breath coming in short, sharp bursts against his mouth. His length hit that spot inside me, the one that made stars bloom behind my eyes, and I cried out.

"That's it," he murmured, his voice a low growl that vibrated through my chest. "Take it. Take what you need from me."

I did. I rocked faster, harder, my thighs flexing with the effort. His hand fisted in my hair and pulled my head back, and then his mouth was on my neck finding that spot, the one just below my ear that made me lose all sense… His teeth scraped over it, his tongue soothed it, and I shattered.

The orgasm tore through me like lightning. My back arched. My nails dug into his shoulders. My hips snapped down onto him over and over as I chased the release, riding wave after wave of pleasure that left me gasping and shaking and completely, utterly undone.

His name was on my lips. It was the only word I remembered.

When the last wave subsided, I collapsed against him, my forehead dropping to his shoulder. I was still grinding against him in small, involuntary circles, riding out the aftershocks. My heart hammered so hard I could feel it in my teeth.

I lifted my head and kissed him. Deep. Pouring everything I had into it. All the things I didn't have words for. The grief. The loneliness. The fear. The wanting. I poured it all into the kiss, and he took it. He took all of it.

My heart was just starting to slow when his grip on me changed.

Roman hooked his arms under mine, his hands gripping both of my shoulders. I had half a second to register the shift, the sudden tension in his body, before he thrust up hard and pulled me down onto him at the same time. My breath left me in a shocked gasp. I barely had time to think before he did it again. And again.

One second I was in control, on top, riding the waves of my own pleasure... The next, I was being fucked.

"Roman—!"

"Shhh…" His mouth was at my ear, his voice dark and warm and utterly in control. "I let you drive for a minute. That was cute. Real cute."

I tried to push off his shoulders, needing a second to breathe, to catch up to the sudden shift in power. But he pulled me back down, chuckling in my ear.

"Uh-uh, ain’t no running," he said, and there was something in his voice that made my whole body flush hot. "You can take the lead for a minute. But this little pussy?" He thrust up hard, and I screamed. "It's mine. That pretty little head that's always trying to outsmart me? Mine." Another thrust. Deeper. Harder. "That second nut you're trying to hold in? Mine. All mine."

“Roman… Fuck…” I moaned, unable to do anything but hold on. My nails raked down his arms, my thighs burning, my body caught in a rhythm that belonged entirely to him.

He kept the same brutal pace until as the coil in my belly wound tighter and tighter, until I was sure I would snap in half.

“Roman…Baby… I can’t—”