He slides a third digit inside me, and I sigh around the stretch, earning a groan from him.
I come quick, and suddenly, he’s standing, holding me up with his body and the wall. He stares with hooded eyes, sliding his fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean with filthy lapping, slurping sounds.
“Tastes like mine.” His mouth claims me once more, and he swivels us, masterfully unzipping my dress and easing it down my shoulders.
A hint of panic washes over me, and my eyes flash open. I reach out, flicking the light off, covering us in darkness.
Roman freezes instantly, and for a moment, neither of us moves.
And then the light’s back on, and I’m met with a hard glare.
“I want them off.”
“You said one condition. That wasn’t it.”
“I changed my mind.” I lift my chin.
His face goes blank, completely unreadable, and he steps back, arms falling to his sides.
“Tell me why.” His words are a demand but flat.
“Because I said.”
“No.” He shakes his head, grips my chin and holds it high. “I said… tell me… why.”
And you know what? Fuck him…
Roman
I’m barely holding on to my sanity here.
I’ve finally got the woman I love’s flavor coating my tongue, her scent clawing up my nostrils, and she does this?
Hides from me, as if it won’t be a fucking honor to see, touch, and taste every inch of her body? As if I didn’t dream of this, of her, every fucking night for the last five years and many years before that?
Noel squares her shoulders, fire in her brown eyes. “God knows what kind of women you sleep with, but I’m sure all of them wear single-digit dress sizes.”
My face falls, a sharp pain settling in my chest.
Baby…
Have I not made it clear how I see her?
Does she think my being away, somehow, magically means her curvaceous, buxom body isn’t the same body I’ve always craved?
Me.
The man who has loved every fucking inch of her, always. Who wished to worship her curves, to tell her how beautiful and perfect and fucking sexy she is every goddamn time I have the chance?
It’s never been about her body, which I love just as much. It’s her.
She could gain a hundred pounds, lose a hundred pounds, and as long as she is healthy and happy, I wouldn’t care.
Why the fuck would I?
I love her. All of her.
But she’s never allowed herself to let you show her how much…
My brows crash, my arms rising to the curve of her waist and gently turning her until her calves meet the mattress to our left.
“Okay, baby.” I cup her cheeks. “If that’s what you want, it’s yours.”
My voice betrays me, my internal agony seeping into my tone, and she picks up on it, a small frown building along her brow.
I reach out and shut the light off, shielding us in darkness. Pressing my knee into the mattress, I lower her onto it, my vision fighting for sight in the dim room as I bring my lips to hers.
“But just so you know, my sweet, stunning Noel… you’re wrong.”
Her lips part, ready to fight, but I don’t give her the chance.
“There has been no other woman. There will only ever be you.”
She sucks in a sharp breath at my admission, but I don’t let the truth linger long.
I seal my mouth with hers, and while it takes her a moment, she responds, kissing me fiercely as she shoves my jacket from my shoulders.
I shrug out of it, grinding down into her, our teeth clinking, hands flinging everywhere they can reach, desperate to feel what we’ve missed out on all these years.
And it has been years.
I knew she was the one I wanted since high school, and while I fooled around over the years, I saved as much as I could for her and her alone because I knew our time would come. Especially after that night five years ago. I haven’t so much as blinked at another woman since then.
Noel tears my belt from my pants and shoves them down.
I fall onto my back willingly, smirking as she swings a leg over, straddling me like her favorite stallion.
And then the light flicks on, and my eyes snap to hers, my groin on fucking fire, mind going haywire at the sight of the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen hovered above me, her long brown hair spilling over her shoulder, her body ready to take my cock.
“Don’t look so smug.” She tries to hide the small grin on her lips as she eases her dress down her shoulders, but doesn’t drag it any farther, the smallest hint of nipple teasing where the material paused its descent.
“Oh, I’m feeling really fucking superior right now.”
Her eyes flare. “Let’s fix that.”
She takes the belt and grips my hands, bounding the thick leather around my wrist, and tugs, shoving them above my head. Her eyes flash in warning not to move right as her full, soft tits pop free.