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"Fuck, I missed that sound," Roman says from behind me.
I spin around to find him leaning against the door frame, his arms crossed over his chest and a smile on his face. His eyes darken as he stares at me, turning that predatory hazel color that instantly makes my heart pound harder, and my panties grow damp.
We haven't had sex since I was discharged. I miss having him inside me and all over me. But he's been so stressed and worried about me that I didn't want to push too hard. Especially since I still had stitches in my shoulder until today. There was no way he was going to fuck me with those in, so trying to get him to change his mind would have been a losing battle.
I want him, though. Desperately.
His eyes darken further when I squeeze my legs together, trying to relieve the pressure building there. His tongue runs across his bottom lip before he bites into it.
I moan at that telling sign, unable to keep the desperate, needy sound from escaping.
"Are you okay?" Tahani asks, and then she groans before I can say anything. "My dad's off the phone, isn't he? I do not want to hear his sex noises. I don't even want to think about his sex noises. I'm hanging up on you now."
"Bye, Tahani," I whisper, not taking my eyes off Roman.
"Love you both. Bye!"
As soon as I set down the phone, Roman prowls toward me, not stopping until he presses his big body to mine, crowding me against the railing.
"I missed that sweet little laugh, baby," he says then, tilting his head to stare down at me. A gentle smile still plays at his lips, tipping them up at the corners. He runs his fingertips across my cheek before sliding his hand around the back of my head and then into my hair. "I've really missed something else, too."
"W-what?" I ask, my voice shaking at the ravenous look in his eyes.
He leans forward and kisses my lips before sliding his mouth toward my ear. "I fucking missed hearing you screaming my name while you're coming on my cock, Mila."
Oh my God.
I whimper, my legs shaking when a wave of heat blasts through me. My nipples harden, and wetness pools between my thighs.
"I know you aren't healed, but I need to be in you, baby. So goddamn badly, it hurts." He rocks his hips forward to punctuate his words. His erection presses into my stomach, rock hard. "You gonna ride my cock until the neighbors hear you screaming for me?"
"Here?" I breathe, my heart rate ratcheting up another notch at the thought. I want it as badly as he does. More, maybe. "Now?"
"Here," he whispers, his warm breath against my ear, sending a shiver through me. "Now, baby."
"Yes," I say as soon as the words leave his lips. Turning my face toward him, I press my lips to his. My good arm goes around his shoulders, my fingers plunging into his dark locks.
"Fuck," he grunts when I bite his lip and pull his hair. His hips rock forward, pressing his erection into me again before he groans and reluctantly pulls back.
I grumble wordlessly when he grabs my arm, dragging it back down to my side.
"Slow down, sweetheart," he says. "I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't." I smile up at him. "Haven't you learned by now that you're not capable of hurting me, baby? You always take care of me, no matter what."
His eyes fall closed, a shudder whispering through him. "Fuck," he mumbles, tipping his forehead down to meet mine. "I love it when you call me that. It's so goddamn sweet."
I kiss his cheek before grinning at him. "You also really like it when I call you?"
He growls before I get the words out, crushing his mouth to mine. He kisses me hard, stealing the words and my breath. One big hand slides around my hip before he squeezes my ass.
When he breaks away this time, we're both panting. Desire runs through me like a current. I need him inside me soon, or I might be the one who loses control this time.
"You're so fucking beautiful, Mila," he says, his voice rough. He slips his hands beneath my shirt, placing them against my waist. That little bit of contact makes me moan loudly. "I need you naked."
I help him strip my shirt from my body. After two weeks of him helping me dress and undress, we have it down to a science. My shoulder barely even twinges…and then his lips are on my skin. He presses reverent kisses across my clavicles and over the puckered flesh where my wounds are healing. His tongue dips into the little hollow where my shoulder meets my neck.
I cry out, his tongue sending a jolt through me. Even with the cool breeze whispering across my bare skin, I feel overheated, like I'm going to burst into flame any second. For him, I'll gladly burn.
