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“Oh,” I moan, but the sound is muffled because this time I was prepared, keeping my hand over my mouth.
“So wet for me, baby.” His tone is raspy, and deep, and so fucking sexy. I hear laughter from outside, and I’m reminded of how dangerous this is. Instead of begging him to stop, I feel my body tighten.
He does this thing with his teeth, and then soothes it with his tongue, and it’s as if my nipples are suddenly a button for pleasure. He glides his finger in and out, in short, languid strokes, due to the confine of my shorts and the position that we’re in.
My legs tighten around him, and my back arches off the wall.
“There she is. Come for me, baby girl. Give it all to me," he demands.
My body coils like a tight spring and explodes. I’m breathing heavily, and so is he. He removes his finger and sucks it into his mouth. Once he’s satisfied, he helps me slide down his body and wraps his arms around me tightly. He buries his face in my neck and breathes me in. We don't say a word as we hold one another. Finally, he pulls back and smiles sweetly.
“I’ll let you get dressed.” He carries me to the bed, sets me down, and kisses me so damn slowly, I’m melting into the mattress.
“What about you?” My hand brushes over his hard cock, hidden beneath his jeans.
“I’m okay,” he says, kissing me chastely once more. “I wanted you to come undone for me. That’s all I needed.”
“I can be quick.” I reach for him again, and he groans.
“We’ll figure out a way to see one another before you leave.” He runs the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip. “Maybe you can say you’re leaving but come to my place first? You can park your car in the garage.”
I nod as the details start to take shape in my mind. “I won’t be able to stay long. Monroe and I always do a caravan thing. Safety in numbers and all that. We like to get back to school before it gets dark. We’ll also need to go to the grocery store because our apartment has been empty all summer.”
“What time does Forrest think you’re heading back?”
“Noon.”
He nods. “Come to my place. Tell Monroe you’ll leave by one thirty. That should still get you back to Lexington with plenty of daylight.” He pauses. “I’ll call and reschedule my appointment to later in the day. I’ll need a distraction knowing that you’re driving away from me, anyway.”
My heart squeezes in my chest. “Done.”
He leans in and kisses me. “I needed to remind myself and you that you’re mine,” he whispers. “I didn’t like their hands on you. When my hands were itching to touch you, to hold you, to claim you as mine.”
“So you were jealous?” I ask, barely containing my smile.
I should be pissed that this little rendezvous was about jealousy, but let me tell you, when a man like Roman Bailey gets jealous and possessive over you, you embrace it, not fight with him about it.
His hands cradle my cheeks. “I was jealous.” His lips descend on mine. More laughter floats in from outside, and he pulls away. “I’m going to head down the hall to the bathroom. You get dressed. I’ll see you back out there.” He kisses my forehead and steps away from me. He walks toward the door and turns to look at me over my shoulder. I don’t know what I’m expecting, but a wink and his hand to his lips to blow me a kiss is not it.
He reaches for the handle, but I call out for him. “Rome.” He stops and glances at me over his shoulder. It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him I’ve fallen in love with him, but I chicken out. “Thank you for—” I feel my face heat. “You know.”
“Never thank me for pleasuring you, baby girl. Your pleasure is a gift to me. I should be the one thanking you.” He releases his hold on the handle, turns on his heel, and in a few long strides is leaning over me on the bed, his arms braced on either side of me. “It’s a pleasure to know that I’m going back down there with your taste on my tongue and your scent on my hand. They can hug you and joke around with you, but you’re mine. I know it. You know it. Eventually, they’ll know too.” He kisses me quickly and stands. “Get dressed, baby girl. We’ve both been gone far too long.” With that, he strides back to the door, releases the lock, checks the hallway, and slips out.
I stare after him, wishing that things were different. I wish I could see the future. He’s in this now, into me, but we’re about to spend a lot of time apart. That can put a strain on the most in-tune couples. I know waiting is the right thing to do. Why rile everyone up if this doesn’t have lasting power?
Shaking out of my thoughts, I grab a sports bra and a T-shirt, and count to one hundred before heading back downstairs.
“What took you so long?” Lachlan asks. “Did you have the shits too?” He cackles.
“I had to change clothes and give myself a bitch bath, so I wasn’t all sticky with beer.” I glance at where my brother is sitting with his chin to his chest, arms crossed, and eyes closed.
“They’re dropping like flies,” Lisa jokes, pointing to where Maddox is lying on the ground.
“Do you need help getting them inside?” Lisa asks.
“No. Wait, where are Monroe and Legend?”
“Legend’s passed out in his truck, and Monroe said she was going inside to crash.”
