“What the fuck, Roman?” She hisses.
“You looked heated, and not in the way I like.”
“That doesn’t mean you can go and be a caveman!”
Oh, but it does. I’m just as frustrated as she is. I’m over all the issues. I’m over the shit coming up at work. I’m over Miles giving me a deadline to come back because I’m second in command. I’m over everything that’s keeping my life from being easy.
So I take off my shirt and toss it to the side, then start on my pants.
Sophia takes a step back. “What are you-”
“I’m pissed.”
“At me?” She shivers.
I sigh and change the heat of the water. I can’t manage the flesh-burning heat she likes, but I can meet in the middle. I shuck my pants and boxers off, then close the distance between us.
Sophie squirms, her eyes all big. “At me?”
“No.” I tip her chin up. “Not at you.”
“So why-”
I kiss her hard and deep. God, I haven’t touched her in so long. I devour her tongue as she opens for me, rubbing my sides and accepting me without question. Holden may talk with her and be reasonable, Nick may argue, and Gunner … well I don’t think he and Sophia have fought at all, but I know the words can come better when we’re calm.
A lesson I learned in Hawaii, but I don’t want us to get to that point again.
I kiss across her throat and she groans, rubbing herself against me. “Roman.”
“Bambina.” I purr in her ear. “Why are you so furious?”
“So much is going wrong and I’m falling behind in work and haven’t been sleeping. I don’t feel like we’re ready to get on a plane when there’s so much still to do here.” She whispers.
I press my forehead to hers and cup her face between my hands. “If I fuck you, will you sleep better?”
Her mouth opens, but no words come out. I take it as an invitation. I tug at her shirt, pulling it quickly over her head so she doesn’t have to try to breathe through the wet fabric, then tangle my hand in her wet hair as I lick deep into her mouth. This is all she gets until I get an answer.
“Yes, amore,” She concedes. “It will help.”
So I lift her thigh over my hip and rub my already hard cock against her pussy. She moans and grinds, creating more friction between us. I kiss her rougher, wrap my hand around her throat and cup her breast in my hand, teasing her nipple until she whimpers and squirms against me.
“Please!” She begs when I release her mouth, her lips all raw and puffy. “Please, Roman.”
She doesn’t complain about a single bite or spank. Moans when I push fingers into her and begs me for more even after she’s come twice. I thrust into her and her back arches her head resting against the tile wall behind her. We fuck hard and fast, changing positions whenever I decide.
On the verge of her third orgasm, I join her, jerking out just in time to come across her ass. She pants and we slide to the floor together. Sophie snuggles in close and lets me rub her back as we catch our breath.
“I like that method.” She murmurs against my throat.
“I knew you would.” I swat the outside of her thigh. “Wild little thing.”
She rubs over my chest and abdomen. “It’s so easy to lose sight of the point of this with so much going on. I just want to be married to all four of you. I want us to have everything we planned. I want the vows, the cake, the dances, the happily ever after. But right now, I keep thinking how much easier it was to tell my dad about us than plan a single day. “
I kiss the top of her head. “I promise that my vows will make you happy cry – if that helps.”
“It does.” She relaxes a little more against me. “And I know it will be worth it. I know that Roman, it’s just … I feel like it’s taking over our lives. I’m not being who I want to be, all of us are pulled in different directions to fix things. I know Dad keeps trying to chain you to the office.”
I brush my fingers over her hip, then pick us both up, determined to clean up and get out of the shower before I say something I shouldn’t. About how close I am to giving my notice, how badly I want to go on adventures with her and the guys. There’s so much we didn’t get to do in Italy, so much I want to show her when it comes to the world, and I can see the time slipping away from us in the daily routine.