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“Yes, show me,” I whispered.
He gritted his teeth. “God, Juliet,” he rasped. “You have no idea…”
Heat flowed through me, loosening my body but tightening my center at the same time. My heart pounded with excitement.
Two powerful hands gripped my arms and yanked. I released him with a pop and licked my lips. “What are you doing?”
“I gotta tap out now, or I’m gonna lose it.”
“But I wanted—”
He cut me off with a kiss. “Later.” His hands slipped to my waist and he tugged me into his lap. “I need you wrapped around my cock when I come.”
As soon as he said it, I quivered with anticipation.
He stared at me with wild, hungry eyes.
“Take this off.” He yanked at my shirt. His fingers worked quickly, unbuttoning my top and flinging it open before I had a chance to react. “Look at you.” He traced his fingers down my neck and over my chest. “You’re so pretty. All pink.” He tilted his head. “You liked that?”
“Yes. You taste good.”
He crushed his lips against mine, anchoring me with one hand at the back of my head. His other hand slipped and scrabbled with my pajama bottoms. “Get these off,” he muttered between hard kisses.
I lifted long enough to work one leg out of my pants. Bracing myself with my hands on his shoulders, I hovered over his lap. He slowly guided me to him. I gasped with pleasure and shut my eyes shut as he squeezed inside me.
“Ohhh,” we moaned together.
I dropped my forehead against his and held on as he slid in another inch.
“That’s so good,” I whispered.
He squeezed my butt and guided me until he was buried to the hilt. Heart racing, I ground down frantically.
“Juliet,” he warned.
I placed a finger against his lips. “I’m close.”
He chuckled. “Already?”
“Yes,” I panted. Desperation stole my voice. I rocked my hips back and forth, up and down, a frantic, chaotic storm of movement. What I thought had been close seemed to recede.
Frustrated, I reached down and stripped my pants off the rest of the way.
Roman slid my shirt down my arms, leaving me completely naked. “Slow down, butterfly. There’s no hurry.” He tightened his arms around me. “Relax.”
We slid into a slower but harder pace. Our sweaty bodies slipped and strained together. He cupped my breast and leaned down to capture my nipple with his lips, sucking hard. The friction between my legs burned in the best way. I opened my legs wider, trying to take in more.
Roman’s fingers tightened in my hair, pulling my head back so he could lick and kiss my exposed throat. A dizzying sensation tingled over my scalp and down my spine.
“Fuck, Juliet,” he gasped. “You’re so tight.”
Wild, wonderful waves crashed over me. My whole being centered on the aching heat where we were connected. Pleasure slammed into me over and over until I lost my rhythm. “Roman!”
“Oh, thank God.” He curled his arm around my waist, holding me down while slamming his hips up.
He threw his head back, his breathing as hard and fast as mine. I felt his heart thumping against my palm, where it was pressed against his sweaty chest. He groaned through his release, spilling scalding hot and wet into me. Our lips met, tongues tangling again. He snaked his hand through my hair and kissed me deeply while our bodies slowed.
“Roman.” I smiled against his lips while I tried to settle my heart rate.
His lips curved into an impish grin, and he squeezed my hip. “Don’t move.”
I ran my hands through his damp hair.
After a few seconds, he blinked his eyes open. Together, we pulled the cushions and blankets into a little love nest on the floor and settled onto our sides, staring into each other’s eyes.
He traced his finger over my bottom lip. “Thank you for the best Christmas I’ve ever had.”
My heart squeezed. “Mine too.”
Was it too much to ask that the rest of our holidays be as perfect as this one?
Chapter Forty-Nine
Roman
The snow had barely melted when Ulfric offered me my job at the drive-in again. The drive-in wouldn’t be open for weeks, but once again there was a lot of clean-up to be done. At least now I could contribute to the household. Even better, he taught me how to drive bigger trucks and a van around the empty parking lot. I briefly considered long-haul trucking as a career but couldn’t stand the thought of being away from Juliet for too long.
When I passed my driver’s exam, Dex taught me to ride a motorcycle and helped me get that license. We spent afternoons in the garage sifting through Mr. Shields’ old tools. Dex taught me how to fix up a Harley, sold it, then gave me another one to tinker with.
I reveled in my new freedom and couldn’t wait to be able to afford a bike of my own.
