Page 267 of Sin With Me


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“Alright, baby,” Roman whispers, his pinky still tight around mine. With his other hand, he slowly reaches up and uses his thumb to wipe a tear away.

When did I start crying?

I swipe at my cheeks, ridding them of the tears I hadn’t realized had fallen.

Why am I crying?

“Can you do me a favor?” he whispers, and I stare at him for a long moment before barely dipping my chin in a nod as I sniffle. “Can we go back to talking? I’ve been in Hell these last few weeks without you. I need you in my life, Goldie. Even if you hate me and you’re still pissed at me, please don’t shut me out again. Don’t disappear. I’ll do everything I can to prove to you that I can be the man you deserve. I’ll do better for you, baby. Just please, please don’t leave me.”

The raw begging in his voice has a sob working its way up my throat. I’m agreeing before the words even come. “You can’t leave me either,” I rasp, and he nods, scooting closer.

His arms wrap around me, holding me tightly to him as his lips press against mine. It starts out gentle, so gentle I nearly cry again, but then his tongue sweeps into my mouth, pressing and dancing against mine, and every emotion leaves my body, leaving heat in its wake.

I grip his shirt in my fists, anchoring him to me like I’m terrified he’ll go again, and he holds me back just as tightly.

I whimper into his mouth, and he lets out a low groan. “We can’t do this here,” he rasps against my lips. “I’m not fucking you on the dock for the first time.”

“It’s not our first time,” I remind him, smiling.

“It’s our first time back together,” he whispers. Together. “And I want it to be perfect.” Pulling away, he tucks my hair behind my ear. His eyes bore into mine, a wicked gleam in them. “That doesn’t mean we can’t do other things.”

My brows lift, a small laugh leaving as he nips my lips. “Yeah? Like what?” I’m surprised by the huskiness in my voice.

His hand rests on my thigh, and his head falls forward, staring at the black fabric of my leggings like they’ve personally offended him.

“I like you in dresses,” he mutters. I start to feel self-conscious, but he continues before the feelings can dig too deep. “Easier access.” He winks at me, a hot-as-sin smirk on his face.

“Roman!” I laugh, shoving his shoulder. He chuckles, his hand sliding higher, higher, until he’s at the crease of my thigh, teasing me. “Roman.” It’s a breathy moan this time, my body coiling tight.

“Tell me what you need from me, my golden girl,” he whispers, moving his face into the crook of my neck. My head tips back, eyes fluttering shut, as he kisses along the length of my throat, gently biting and sucking. “Do you need my fingers? My mouth?”

Memories of me riding his face while I stared up at the bronze cross flash through my mind, and I press my thighs together. He laughs again, low and so fucking hot. “I think you liked that, didn’t you? My mouth on your tight little pussy?”

“Ro,” I whimper.

“I know, baby.” He sucks harder on my neck, and I know I’ll have a hickey there, but right now, I don’t care. I feel too good. “I’ll give you what you need. All you have to do is tell me.”

My eyes open and I stare up at the blue sky, the clouds floating by as Roman’s fingers tease and play with me over my leggings.

So much has happened between us. For years, years, we’ve danced this dance.

For years we’ve ached and fought and lusted and lost. But throughout it all, I’ve never not needed him. Never not wanted him.

Never not loved him.

And right now, it feels like all of it’s coming to a peak. Some insurmountable cliffside just begging me to jump off.

I used to think I needed Roman to catch me, but now I realize my mistake. I don’t want him in the darkness when it all ends. I want him by my side so we can fall together.

“I burned for you,” I whisper, and he freezes. “Would you drown for me?”

He pulls away, that same wicked gleam shining bright. “I’d do anything for you.”

I grin and flick my eyes to the water. He hesitates, looking at it before his attention returns to me. “What?”

“Get in,” I say, jerking my chin at it. “Let’s see how long you can hold your breath.” His eyes widen.

“You want me to—” He stares at the water, contemplating, then he nods. His voice is all fire and embers as he demands, “Take your clothes off. And keep your tattoos out of the water.”

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