Page 286 of When a Soul Cries

Hell nah.

Sol noticed immediately. Her eyes narrowed. “What?”

I set it carefully on the nightstand and started moving back down the bed.

Her head popped up.

“Hey—wait. What are you doing?”

“Finishing what I started.”

“Rome!”

“I ain’t fill my cup.”

Her eyes widened.

“I’m trying to be able to taste this pussy on demand.”

“You are fucking insane.”

“Probably.”

She stared at me.

And I stared right back.

Whatever she saw in my face made her realize I wasn’t playing.

By the time I finally came back up, Sol looked like she didn’t know what damn planet she was on.

Her curls were everywhere. Her chest rose and fell hard while she stared at the ceiling, blinking slowly like she needed a minute to remember where she was.

I set my stupid cup on the nightstand like I’d just completed some important scientific experiment.

But I wasn’t finished with her.

Not even close.

I moved over her, settling between her thighs. The laughter slowly disappeared from both of us as I brushed the curls away from her face.

“You good?”

She nodded.

“I need to hear you say it.”

Her eyes found mine. “I’m good.”

“You ready for me?”

Her gaze dropped between us, and her eyes widened before snapping back to mine.

I couldn’t help the grin. “Don’t get scared now. We in it.”

“Roman…”

“I got you.”