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He nips at my earlobe again like he's rewarding me for answering him. His hands skim across my thighs and then around to my hips. He grips me hard, holding me in place.
"I hope you're ready for me, sweetheart," he whispers. "It's too late to back out now."
Oh my–
Before I can finish that thought, his mouth is on my neck, his tongue against my skin.
A moan rolls from my lips, my fingers clamping down on his shoulders. He grunts as if he likes the feel of my nails digging into his skin. I like it too. His body is rock solid muscle under smooth skin. He's hard and warm, overwhelming me as he cages me in beneath him, trapping me on top of the island.
"You taste sweet," he murmurs against my neck, still exploring my skin with his tongue. One big hand grips my hip hard to hold me steady, the other strokes up and down my outer thigh, his fingertips teasing against the leg of my shorts.
My body coils tight, anticipating the feel of his hands on my bare skin again, but he doesn't give it to me. Not right away. He teases me first, never moving below the hem of my shorts or above my hip. I writhe beneath him anyway, trying to get some part of him closer to where I need him. He's barely even started, and I'm already soaked. My clit aches and pulses like it knows exactly what he's going to do to me.
"Roman," I groan, turning my head until his mouth meets mine.
He tastes like he smells—like spice, mint, and heat with a hint of coffee. His tongue touches mine. He's teasing there, too, giving me just a little but not enough—not what I want.
"I want you," I tell him.
"I know." He bites my bottom lip, pulling it into his mouth.
The little sting fades to pleasure in the space of a heartbeat. His body comes down on mine. He's so big. God, he's huge. I feel tiny underneath him as the island groans like it might not hold up our combined weight. If he notices, he doesn't seem to care.
He breaks away from my lips, his mouth leaving a trail of fire down my throat. His stubble scrapes my skin, leaving behind an itch to let me know where he's been. My hands slip from his shoulders and down his back. I'm not gentle about it either. I scratch and claw.
"Goddamn," he growls in pleasure, bucking his hips into me. His erection presses against my inner thigh. His mouth lands against my right breast.
I cry out when he bites me, sucking my nipple into his mouth through my shirt and bra. The sensation sends another sharp pulse to my clit, like it's connected directly to my nipples. I've never felt that before. My breasts have never been particularly sensitive. I guess they are for him.
He rears back and shoves my shirt up my body. I don't get a chance to help him before he rips it over my head and flings it away from me. He pauses for a moment, looking down at me. His eyes are blazing, and I know he likes what he sees.
"Jesus Christ, Mila," he breathes, biting his lip like he isn't sure where he wants to start. And then he's on me again, yanking the cups of my bra down. Before I even feel the air against my overheated skin, he's right there. He pushes my breasts together and buries his face in them with a soft groan. "Your tits are fucking perfect," he says.
I don't get a chance to respond before he latches on, pulling one nipple into his mouth while his rough hand kneads the other. My hand plays through his hair, holding him to me, pulling, scratching…anything to get him to keep doing what he's doing to me.
The sensations buffeting my body are so strong I think I'm going to come apart at the seams. He hasn't even gotten me completely naked, and I'm already on the verge of an orgasm. He's a force of nature raging against me. I've never felt anything like him before.
"Take your shorts off," he barks, jerking backward when I try to wrap my legs around his waist. It's like he knows I'm right there, and he isn't going to give it to me. He's playing with me. Punishing me. He isn't going to let me come until he wants to let me.
That knowledge shouldn't make me as hot as it does, but it does anyway.
My hands shake as I fumble to undo the button on my shorts. He doesn't offer to help me. He just watches me, his gaze riveted to my body like he's got all day to wait. It takes me a minute, but I finally undo the button and jerk the shorts down before kicking them off.
"Now, your panties."
Jesus, that voice. It's hard and demanding, making it clear that he's the one in charge here.
I consider denying his request simply because I think he likes being challenged, but I don't particularly want to deny him anything at the moment.
Deciding to obey him, I hitch my fingers into the sides of my panties and pull them down. Part of me wants to clamp my legs together to hide myself from his gaze. Part of me thinks that's what I should do, what I'm supposed to do. Some tiny part of me thinks I should be ashamed of my body—I'm too curvy, too thick—but I'm not ashamed. Not with him.
I let my legs fall open, allowing him to look at me.
"Goddamn, baby." The tip of his tongue darts out to play along his bottom lip like he's trying to taste me on him already. The look in his eyes makes it clear that he likes what he sees. No, he fucking loves what he sees.
I'm so turned on I can't help but wriggle against the marble beneath my back. I want him on me, in me. I want him everywhere, and I don't want to wait.
"I knew you'd be soaked for me," he mutters, his gaze flicking up to my face. His eyes lock on mine. "I need you to be honest with me right now, baby. How far have you gone before now?"
