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And then his fingers begin circling my clit, and dots begin to cloud my vision. “Oh God, Roman! Don’t stop!” If he stopped, I think I would disintegrate to dust in his hands.
“Shh.” He presses his free hand to my lips gently, but when I open my eyes, he’s grinning.
Frankly, I couldn’t give a shit about keeping quiet for the poor driver, though I’m sure I’ll be embarrassed soon enough. Right now, all that matters is this. Him.
He knows it, and so he presses my clit hard, the pressure almost unbearable. With a few more light flicks and heavy thrusts, I come undone. The skin over my knuckles tightens, fingers burrowing in the leather seats as my entire body shakes, and then he’s there with me, slowing down as he spills into me.
I fall against him, our sweat mingling and breaths heavy. For a moment, the world is quiet. Peaceful. I’m no longer scared of the city outside and who might be in it. I can feel his heartbeat, the way he circles the shape of my spine as though trying to memorize each vertebra.
We round another corner, and I make to move, if only because I’m afraid I’m crushing him, but Roman fights to keep me on top of him as though he can’t bear the thought of us breaking contact.
My core begins to burn again as I look into his eyes. Newly formed tears make them glisten, and it’s enough to render me speechless. I see everything, then. I see how much he really does care. Gently, I press a kiss on the sharp tip of his nose.
“How could this be wrong?” he asks quietly.
I take his hand, kiss his hard knuckles. “It isn’t.”
I mean it. I don’t care what Brandon or anyone else thinks. This is the most like myself I’ve felt since I left for Italy, and it’s because of him. He gave me a home, a haven, a family again. He gave me hope again. He can’t even know how wonderful that is. How much I need him.
“I’m in so fucking deep, Madison. He’ll never forgive me.” He doesn’t need to say his name. I know immediately who he means.
Brandon.
“We deserve to be happy, Roman. We deserve a fair chance.”
I am keen when he brushes my clit with his thumb, already oversensitive and overstimulated. He raises an eyebrow in question, and despite how raw I feel from my first orgasm, I nod. With him hardening inside me again, he plays with that sensitive bundle of nerves, leaving me panting.
“All I want is to make you feel good.” His voice is rough, desperate.
“You do,” I whimper. “You make me feel so good, Roman.”
It doesn’t take long for me to come. I’m so full up, so high on him, that I no longer feel tethered to the ground. He moves the hair from my eyes, our foreheads resting together. He’s still hard inside me, and yet he makes no move to finish himself off, to go again. It’s almost as though we’re not doing it to chase our orgasms anymore. We’re doing it because we fit together, because we’re supposed to be this close.
Or maybe I’m being selfish. I cup his balls, teasing his base, but he shakes his head. “Just be here with me a minute.”
“Are you sure?”
He nods. “I just want to stay here like this. Just until we get home. I want to remember every moment of this night.”
He cups the nape of my neck, bringing me closer. I nestle into him, kissing the line of his jaw and embracing this last moment of quiet.
I’m falling in love with him.
The thought scores through me like a knife, dragging fear into my bones, but I still can’t pull away.
If I fought this now, it would be too late. The damage has been done.
But I can be safe with him. This can be different than it was in Italy.
I know, because when I finally move out of his lap, I feel empty without him inside me. I know, because instead of taking me to my suite when we get out of the limo, he takes me to his bedroom, and we fall asleep still locked in one another’s embrace.
CHAPTER27
Roman and Madison
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