Breathe You In (Sweet Torment 1)

He hissed.

“Oh, my God…” Shock came over me.

He pulled back enough to look at me, a questioning frown marring his face.

“I just…” I bit my lip and gave him a tentative stroke. “I haven’t gotten to really touch you. You’re…you’re big.”

He grinned. “And you’re blushing.”

I knew I must be, but I refused to give into my inexperience. Instead, I stuck to the new, emboldened side of me. Whenever Roman was involved, my instincts came out. I’d just have to trust those, because there was no way I was letting this end here.

“My purse is over there.” I nodded just behind him, to where I’d hung it earlier. “There’s a condom in it.”

When he gave me a disbelieving look, I simply shrugged and said, “I’ve had a bit of wishful thinking lately.”

“Me too.”

He kissed me softly, then turned and got the condom from my purse. Within a few seconds, he was standing before me once more.

Just like last time, he opened his pants just enough to roll it on. I knew I wouldn’t get to see more of him right now, even though I was desperate to see all that skin and muscle. He certainly had nothing to be ashamed of in the body department. No, with Roman, it was something else. Like keeping it quick and mostly clothed also kept it casual. Maintaining control over the situation was a driving goal for him. If he stayed mostly clothed, he could adjust quickly.

It was as if he didn’t like getting too close to something without a barrier. As if he was afraid that if he really let his guard down, felt only the moment, he’d be vulnerable to the world around him. To me.

But now was not the time to push him. I didn’t want to ruin the moment. So I watched him sheath himself, taking in every detail I could, while I could.

He stepped between my spread legs. Gripping his cock, he used the head to push my panties aside and position himself at my entrance. I cupped his face and kissed him hard, wiggling my hips so that the crown nudged inside. He groaned against my mouth, and the feel of his need running through him and into me was like a shot of adrenaline.

I flicked my heels, scraping their sharp edges across his

ass to spur him. He moaned again and thrust hard inside of me.

My eyes shot open and all the air left my lungs. The sudden fullness of him inside of me burned a bit, but it felt so right. So necessary. If I’d had any doubt before, it was gone now. I needed him. So much. The connection I’d felt was back. Us. Together. We fit.

He nipped my chin, my jaw, my earlobe. Locking my ankles together, I pushed even harder against him, any distance suddenly unacceptable. I needed more. My bare breasts pressed against his heated chest, and the sensation made me moan. Skin against skin while he was deep within me was the most blessedly wonderful feeling I’d ever had.

“Don’t leave me,” I whispered between kisses.

I didn’t think my words were coherent, and didn’t care if I sounded needy. All I cared about was holding on to that moment. Holding on to him. Feeling him against me. In me.

He gave me what I wanted and stayed. Didn’t withdraw. Didn’t retreat and return. He remained buried, right where he was, and stirred me. Hitting that spot inside over and over, while his pelvis rubbed over my aching clit. It was amazing. Inside and out, touching, feeling, seeing everything I was.

He gripped behind my knees and pulled, sending himself another inch deeper, and that was all it took for my body to fly over the edge into the abyss. I hugged him close as my core, my skin, my soul, burned up and shattered. Over and over, I came undone around him. And like a spindle winding silk, he wrapped me up and caught me.

“I feel you, sweetheart.” His voice held a hint of amazement, like he didn’t want to leave either, even for the short time it would take to thrust back and forth. Instead, he remained right there, barely pumping his hips, staying deep, staying connected.

“You’re incredible,” he rasped.

If possible, I felt him grow even harder. His skin flushed a degree hotter against mine, and he pulled back enough to look me in the eyes. Cupping my face, he stared at me. Being consumed by those dark eyes was like being lost in midnight. And that’s where we stayed, stranded together somewhere beyond reality, as his release took over.

It was so powerful I felt it, even through the latex barrier. Looking into my eyes, he came, and I was helpless not to follow. Never had I felt more vulnerable, and more understood, than right then.

“You’re everything,” I muttered, hoping that my words were too quiet for him to hear.

Roman Reese was, in a word, everything.

And I had no idea how to handle the truth of that.

Chapter Thirteen