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Circling his fingers around her wrist, he led her through the kitchen and down the short hallway toward the bedroom. The second the door was shut and the room was encased in shadows, they crashed together in a tangle of hot, desperate kisses. He broke from Camila’s mouth just long enough for her to yank his T-shirt over his head and fling it to the floor, groaning against her lips as her hands roamed over his torso. Abs, chest, shoulders, biceps—Christ, everywhere she touched, he burned for her.
Not wanting to wait another second to feel her, skin on skin, Roman lifted the hem of her T-shirt to her shoulders, pulling back abruptly when he realized she wasn’t wearing a bra.
“Fuck,” he grated, his dick jerking against the thin material of his track pants. “You’re killing me, you know that?”
Her grin was barely visible in the scant light filtering through from the other side of the blinds, but it still had the power to take a potshot at his composure. “Hmmm. Then I probably shouldn’t tell you I’m not wearing panties, either.”
She hooked a thumb into the waistband of her yoga pants, lowering the fabric just enough to show Roman that she wasn’t bluffing. His breath slammed to a halt in his lungs, his cock now painfully hard, and before he could resist the urge, he palmed himself for a couple of fast, hard strokes, just to take the edge off.
Camila’s eyes shot to his hand, glittering with desire. “Do you like watching me undress, Roman?”
His pulse ratcheted higher. “Yes.”
She reached for the hem of her T-shirt, which he hadn’t managed to fully take off, lifting it slowly. Roman’s throat tightened at the smooth expanse of skin, then again at the tiny gold hoop threaded through her belly button. She slid the cotton over her breasts, then over her head, and Christ, he’d never seen anything so perfect in his life.
“I like watching you, too.”
Realization hit him, hard and fast. Roman pumped his cock again, only slower this time, satisfaction uncurling low in his belly when Camila’s nipples grew visibly tight, her eyes following his every move.
“Take them off,” he said, hearing the demand in his voice but too far gone to care. “And you can watch me do whatever you want.”
“I’m going to hold you to that.”
She ran her hands over her rib cage, just slowly enough that he was sure he’d fucking die from the pleasure of watching her. Skimming her waist, she finally reached the waistband slung low over the swell of her hips. Turning to the side, she lowered the cotton inch by inch. Roman’s profile view of her left a lot to his imagination, and the promise of her body coupled with his knowledge of just how gorgeous she was sent a bolt of raw heat down his spine.
Camila stepped out of the yoga pants now pooled at her feet. Turning to face him, she closed the space between them, wrapping her fingers around his.
“Camila,” he said, meant as a warning but delivered as a benediction.
“Roman,” she said back, her hand falling into rhythm with his for just a second before she lowered herself to her knees. His whole body tightened, his breath escaping on a grunt at the feel of her mouth so close to his cock.
She smiled, looking up at him in the shadows, confirming Roman’s belief that he was going to die of fucking pleasure, right here in this room. “Do you remember what you said the other night? About wanting to fuck my sweet, smart mouth?”
“Yes,” he said, more moan than actual word.
Camila slid his pants and boxer briefs over his hips in one smooth motion. “And you said I can watch you do whatever I want, right?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Because I want to watch you come undone while I give you exactly whatyouwant.”
She parted her lips over his cock before he could protest—not that he would, because Christ, her mouth was heaven and sin and everything in between—and he hissed out a curse. “Oh, God.” She took him deeper, her lips pursing tighter as she reversed direction and withdrew, then repeated the motion again. “Baby, that’s so fucking good.”
Roman watched as she worked his cock, first in gentle exploration, then in faster, more deliberate glides. Every movement, every lick and suck sent heat racing through him, but he did what she’d asked and watched them all. His hands drifted down to capture her hair, pulling it up to the crown of her head. A few curls escaped to cascade down her back, her hand joining in to follow the slide of her mouth, and oh, hell, he wasn’t going to last like this.
“Camila.” His hips rocked in time with her motions, completely against the command from his brain to slow down. “I’m…I want…”
She hummed her own pleasure, the vibration in her throat intensifying Roman’s need. “Take it. Take what you want.”
He’d stepped back to pull her to her feet before he even realized he’d move, walking her backwards to the bed and caging her body with his. “I wantyou.” He dragged his cock over her pussy, a dark thrill bolting through him at her gasp. “I want to hear you make that sound again and again. I want to fill you up. I want to fuck you until you don’t know anything but this.”
Camila’s nails dug into his shoulders, the sting right on the border between pleasure and pain. “I want you, too. Please.” She tilted her hips up, brushing her want-slick pussy over the underside of his cock. Her eyes squeezed shut, but he hooked two fingers under her chin to claim her attention.
“Eyes wide open, sweetheart. I want you to watch every second of me making you come.”
Shifting his body to kneel in the cradle of her hips, Roman dropped a hand between their bodies, circling her clit with his thumb. Camila watched through her lashes, her knees falling wider as he swept faster, then harder.
“Oh. Oh, that’s…there,” she said. But she didn’t move her gaze, and as badly as Roman wanted to lose himself in everything she was making him feel, he wantedherto feel everything, too.
