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CHAPTER35
EMERSYN
When I slipped into my room for a shower, I wasn’t expecting Rome to wrap an arm around my waist or to twirl me around. I barely parted my lips on a gasp, and he was there, claiming my mouth in a fierce kiss. Slow, deep, and demanding, he swept his tongue in even as he pressed a thigh between my legs. The weight of him sandwiching me against the door was so damn delicious.
It chased away the chill from dinner, from the tension in the car on our way back. It erased the lingering questions and doubts that always popped up when I browsed the fridge or peeked down the hall to where my mother was being kept. There was no coloring between the lines on that one. She was as much a prisoner as my father at the moment, save she was in better accommodations.
Rome slid a hand in my hair while his other glided down my skirt, pushing it up. The warmth of his palm, coupled with the gentle tug, lit me up. He spread teasing kisses along my jaw as I arched my hips to grind against his thigh.
He flexed his thigh. Rome’s build was as tight and rugged as Liam’s. The work he did, the places he climbed to paint—the fact he could fly. A dizzying sense of joy invaded me as he flexed those muscles again. Fuck, that felt so good. He tugged my hair to tilt my head back, and I melted with him as he kissed a path down my throat.
“Need you, Starling.”
With care, he pushed my dress upward. I tried to help, but all I succeeded in doing was putting more pressure on my clit where I rode his thigh. My panties were soaked and my nipples strained.
“You feel so good,” he muttered, need drenching his voice, darkening it. Liam echoed there. I dragged my eyes open, needing to see him. His lips softened into a sinful smile and heat flushed through my system.
I pushed my hands under his shirt. He’d changed after returning. T-shirt and sweats, comfortable clothing versus what we’d been wearing. He had to let me go when I pushed the shirt upward, stripping it off and throwing it aside. Impatience, not something I was used to in Rome, marked his every movement. The ripple of muscle his action revealed sent another bolt of lust through me.
Lust and appreciation. Rome was beautiful. They all were. Rough. Thick. Lean. Tatted. Clean skinned. Scarred. Smooth. They were all so damn gorgeous. So warm.
Safe.
Leaning forward, I traced my tongue over the outline of the swirling ink pattern. A magical path that let me venture into his world where he saw it through this vibrant lens. Scraping my teeth over his flat nipple, I teased my nails against his back. Then he was dragging my dress up and over.
It vanished somewhere behind him and then it was just us. I ached for him as a low sound escaped his throat and he gathered my wrists into one hand and pinned them to the door above my head. There was something hot and electric in his expression. His gaze was a caress all its own as he stared at me.
Suddenly, I wished I was naked and then he stole another kiss, his mouth locking over mine until the only oxygen I got was what he allowed me to have. His panting breaths were just as broken as my own, and I wantedmore.
His palms were hot on my skin. Something snapped, the elastic biting against my flesh. It was gone.
“You broke my bra,” I whispered in between harsh breaths.
“Yes,” he said, devouring my mouth. “It was in the way.” Then he was cupping my breasts and I didn’t give a damn about the fabric.
He sucked my lower lip between his teeth. Everything in me was going hot and laxed. The rip of my panties made me chuckle. The firm twist and pinch of his thumbs and forefingers on my nipples sent hot, wanton pulses to my cunt.
Drunk on the feel of him, I rocked on his thigh as I tugged his sweats down. The hot length of his cock filled my palm. A low sound escaped him as he laved kisses along my throat and I gave him a long slow stroke.
The velvet skin, strong and corded with the veins popping below and moisture gathering on the tip, was as inviting to me as the mixture of desperate sweetness and molten, hungry kisses he drowned me in.
“I want you,” I told him on a gasp, and Rome lifted his head.
“Want you too,” he promised in the same desperate tone I was feeling. He lifted me right up, and I kept my hand on his dick, angling him so he filled me with one thrust.
The pressure shoved all the air out of my lungs. Arching my hips, I locked my thighs on his hips, freeing his hands as I crossed my ankles behind his ass.
He angled his mouth to mine, the kiss deepening as he thrust his tongue in a motion that mimicked his cock. Rotating my hips, I rocked with him and kept adding twists to every thrust. The angle kept him stroking the right spot with every push.
This close, his skin was like the perfect balm and torture for my nipples. I swore stars began to spark in my vision when he ground me against him with every deeper drive. Nails in his shoulders, I clung to him as we dueled and danced with our tongues. The desperation only seemed to grow more intense. Every brush of his skin on mine sent me up in flames.
It wasn’t until the tension snapped abruptly and I came in a rush that I even understood how close I’d been. I clung to him as he worked me through that orgasm, the piston of his hips maintaining their speed. His mouth abandoned mine and then he bit down on the juncture between my shoulder and neck.
The pain was sharp, bright and intense. It slammed me into another orgasm that robbed me of breath even as I cried out. Rome came in a blazingly hot rush, the liquid fire filling me up as we staggered back toward the bed.
When he sat abruptly, we both let out a low cry. Harsh breaths filled the air as he held onto me and I wrapped around him. Somewhere the sound of a door opening registered, and I lifted my head to find Mickey staring at us.
“You sharing, Rome?”
