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“Spread your legs for me, Bea.” He sinks to his knees. “I need to taste your honey sweetness one more time.”
I part my thighs and shrug free from my coat and sweatshirt, then lean against the unforgiving mirror. His thumbs skirt up my inner thighs agonizingly slow while his eyes burn with desire. Trickles of wetness leak from my core, slicking my folds in preparation for the fun to come.
“Damn, you get prettier by the minute.” His words catch on a growl.
He slips his palms beneath my butt and slides me closer to the edge, draping my legs over his broad shoulders. Lust and torture swirl like a dark shimmering eddy in his hooded eyes. My pulse races, wanting and needing him to touch me with his magic fingers and taste me with his spirited tongue.
A trail of steamy, hot breath wafts over my most sensitive area when he dips his chin. He blows gently, electrifying me with a lightning rod of sensual energy. I mewl, thrusting my hips upward in anticipation.
Roman doesn’t disappoint. How could he? He’s everything I’ve always wanted.
The tip of his tongue snakes between my silken folds as his lips cover my swollen folds. He slowly licks, sips, and drinks from my well, winding me up tightly like a spring. My body thrums and pulses as he worships me with this mouth. His fingertips dig into my ass, branding me with his prints. I thread my fingers through his hair and pull him closer as I rock into him. His tongue moves methodically over me in a pattern that’s nondescript and drives me wild with hedonistic want.
My lungs pinch and burn as I rake in the damp bathroom air. My pulse pitches out of control, thundering in my ears and thrumming in my neck. He captures my hooded pearl in a bittersweet tug, and I’m instantly trembling and screaming his name as I come hard and wet against his lips.
He continues to lick and sip at me tenderly until the last tremble has left my body. I slump, limp and lifeless against the mirror with barely enough strength to lift a finger.
Roman rises from the floor. The glint in his eyes matches the shine that slicks his lips. He grins, satisfied as a cat. He hasn’t escaped the intimate moment unscathed. His manhood strains against his zipper, begging to break free. I reach for his pants, but again, he catches my wrists in his oversized palms.
“You get in the shower and warm up while I start a fire.” He kisses my lips sweetly. “Be right back.”
I slip off the counter and watch his ass and the swagger in his hips as he leaves the bathroom. My world will never be the same again.
But as I stand in the shower with the hot water washing over me, something niggles at me. Something Roman said. He wanted to taste me one more time.One.Is our time together coming to an end already, fleeting like the snow?
***
Roman
I leave Bea to shower while I get the fire started. It isn’t until I grab the logs from the outside steps that I notice a pile of wood stacked neatly on the cement slab of the enclosed patio off the kitchen. The missing canvas tote from the tool shed lies atop a table.
Well, I’ll be damned.I shouldn’t have doubted that Bea planned ahead for the store. She’s more than capable of taking care of herself. She paid more attention than I did to the weather. No wonder she thinks I’m as bossy as Blake. I’m a thick-headed fool with my head up my ass.
The low, steady rumble of a heavy engine reverberates through the insulated cabin walls. My gut tightens, knowing this time would come. I’d only hoped the snow plow would take longer to reach the road outside the cabin.
I grab lint kindling from the washroom and get a roaring fire started. There won’t be time for Bea and I to enjoy it together, but it’ll keep the house warm until the electricity is restored.
The plow grows nearer still, crunching through the accumulated snow. The clatter of its blade scraping against gravel causes my skin to prickle. The county plow doesn’t usually get this close to the cabin. It leaves private drives to the residents and private for-hire plow drivers. The only exception is if Blake Honeywell is behind the wheel of the tow truck outfitted with the shop’s seasonal plow.
I dart down the hallway to the bathroom to warn Bea we’ve got company. I can’t let Blake charge in with Bea unprepared and in a compromised position. He’ll be anything but thrilled to find us together under the circumstances. I should bear the brunt of his anger should he suspect anything.
Steam and fragrant citrus fill the bathroom, lit only by a single window. I yank back the shower curtain, surprising Bea and myself. Water droplets stream down Bea’s nude body, glistening as if she’s ensconced in a thousand diamonds. Her curvy hips and the swell of her heavy breasts are on full display. I’m blinded by her beauty and the thought of watching her belly grow heavy with my child one day.Our children.
“Geez, Roman.” She lets out a squeaky breath. “You scared me to death.”
A faint thud reminiscent of a heavy door echoes outside. Heavy footsteps rush up the porch steps, and banging on the front door ensues. I wrap my palm around Bea’s neck and plant my lips to hers, quick and desperate. I don’t want our time to end like this, but I release her and step away, reluctant to leave. It’s for the best this way. Things could escalate fast if Blake finds us like this.
“Blake’s out front.” My heart palpitates out of control, wanting to shut out the outside world. “We’re out of time, Bea.”
I step away from her and head to the door. We’ll figure a way out of this, but now isn’t the time. There’s too much we need to talk about before someone else tramples on what we’ve shared.
“But...where are you going?” Her voice rises in panic, then falls sharply. “You’re just going to leave? You’re not going to say anything?”
“Mum’s the word, Bea.” I jog down the hallway and grab my helmet and jacket, bracing myself for Blake’s wrath.
“Bea, you in there?” Blake yells as he pounds on the front door. “For fuck’s sake, Bea, turn on your fucking phone.”
The fewer remnants of Bea and my lovemaking Blake sees, the better. A betting man would lay odds that Bea won’t stay quietly in the shadows. She’ll be at the door draped in nothing but a towel in no time. I open the front door and stand on the threshold, leaving Blake no room to step inside.
