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My eyes drifted shut, relishing the mix of sensations. Warm wet heat, cold air, and that weird tingling. “I’ve never loved Christmas more than I do right now.”
He sucked on the crown like it was a damn candy cane before popping off, stroking me slowly. “Do you? Love Christmas?”
“No. But I’ll love whatever you want me to. Just don’t stop.”
He pressed kisses to the inside of my thigh, letting his hand move between my balls and my cock, toying with both as he felt like it. “Or what?”
Propping myself on my elbows again, I eyed him suspiciously, replaying what he said. Was it wishful thinking, or did he really just say that? One simple little question — two words he’d used to challenge me from Day One. The beginning of his defiance, of the banter that ultimately led us down the path we were on.
I only caught a glimpse of a smirk before he sank his teeth into my thigh. Gasping, I ran my hand through his hair, about two seconds away from pulling him off when he finally let go on his own. A bright red mark graced my skin, complete with impressions from his teeth. I knew just by looking at it that it was going to be there for weeks with how hard he fucking latched on. Guess it was payback for all the times I did it to him.
“Come here,” I said, tossing my head.
He shifted upward, planting kisses up my abs to my chest, and finally my mouth. I threaded my fingers through his hair and kissed him hard. Wrapping one arm around him, I rolled quickly and settled him beneath me, continuing to kiss him until we were breathless.
Rocking my hips against his, I ground against him while kissing and caressing every part of him that I could reach.
“Ok, that’s weird,” he gasped, his fingers digging into the back of my shoulder.
I pulled back with a blink. “What’s wrong?”
“Kind of feels like my dick is on fire. But… not.”
“Oh, here. Let me make it better.” I scooted down, all too happy to return the favor. I made sure to get his cock nice and wet before blowing all over it.
“No! That made it worse!” he said, squirming away as best he could with my weight draped over his legs.
“Are you sure?” I grabbed his hips and dragged him back to me, laying on top of him again, chest to chest, so I could see his eyes. They were clear and bright and fucking beautiful. “I can try again. I’ll try all night if that’s what you want. I’ll do anything you ask.”
He brushed his nose against mine, a shy smile on his lips. “I love you.”
Stunned into silence, a fucking feather could have knocked me over. In our time together, we’d never said that. The only timethatword was uttered was when I was on my knees in front of Sergei, preparing to be executed. I wanted to die with a clear conscience. More importantly, I wanted Roan to know, as fucked up as it was, it had been real for me. After that night, after Roan knew how I felt, there wasn’t a need to say it again. But hearinghimsay it tome? I thought my heart was on the verge of bursting.
“I’m sorry it’s taken me this long to say it,” he continued quietly, tracing his fingertips down the side of my face. “I should have said it before. I jus—”
Seizing the back of his neck, I pulled his mouth against mine, kissing him gently. My tongue caressed his while his hands moved across my skin, following the lines of my body. In the wake of those three little words, something inside of me shifted. It wasn’t about sex anymore or chasing some primal feeling of possessiveness. It was real love, for both of us — without a shadow of a doubt.
Roan pulled back, kissing the underside of my jaw. I ran my hand through his hair and tipped his chin up, meeting his gaze. “I love you, Roan. Don’t ever forget that. You are the most important thing in this world to me.”
The smile that flashed across his face seconds before he kissed me again was so fucking perfect, I almost stopped him to marvel at it. It wasn’t forced or practiced or masking a sneer. It was his beautiful, radiant smile — therealsmile. The real Roan.
My sun was back.
16
SASHA
The alarmon my cell phone chimed incessantly somewhere off to the side of me. I reached for it but my other arm was weighed down, limiting how far I could go. I gave a little jerk, gaining enough ground to snatch the stupid thing off the nightstand.
Silencing the damn noise, I turned my attention to the source of my struggle — Roan.
He was curled up next to me, still fast asleep, using my arm as a pillow. If that wasn’t enough, one of his legs was hooked around one of mine. I didn’t care. He could have used my whole body as a pillow and I wouldn’t have cared. I just liked being near him, especially like this.
Easing myself down next to him again, I brushed the hair away from his forehead. At long last, I could say he actually looked peaceful. The two orgasms from last night might have had something to do with it, but I still considered it a win.
He scrunched his face, the silver hoop in his nose flashing in the morning light. Inhaling a deep breath, he blinked a couple of times before opening his eyes. It was another couple of seconds before they focused on me. When they did, his face split into another radiant smile, the kind that stopped me in my tracks.
“Good morning,” I murmured, kissing him softly.
