“You need a break from hiding from your father,” Roman said.
“How did you know?”
“You weren’t there at breakfast.”
Alex placed her finger on his mouth. “You were the one keeping me busy with breakfast.”
“And then there’s lunch.”
“I seem to recall you were also doing the same at lunch.”
They hadn’t been able to keep their hands off each other, and Alex couldn’t deny that she wasn’t a little bit … happy. Roman was sweet and attentive, and amazing in bed.
Roman tucked her against the tree, tilted her head back, and then kissed her. One of his hands sank into her hair, and the other started to move down toward her pussy.
“Someone might see.”
“No one will see, Alex. I’ve got you covered, I promise.”
He took possession of her mouth, and Alex couldn’t contain her moan, not when he lifted her skirt. Then his palm pressed against her core, making her whimper.
“You’re already so wet for me.”
Roman grabbed her panties, and she jerked from the force of his yank as he pulled them off her body.
It was so unexpected, but it felt so good.
He shoved them into his pocket, and then his palm went between her thighs. All thought left her. His fingers moved between her slit, stroking against her clit before delving down inside her. He began to pump, moving in and out, and all she wanted was to feel him inside her.
Roman pulled out and pressed his fingers on her clit, and she had no choice but to hold on as sensation after sensation flooded her body, taking her breath away and making her want him even more.
“You look so fucking stunning,” he said.
Another whimper fell from her lips.
“I need to be inside you. I don’t fucking care.”
Her skirt was pushed up, and Roman spun her so she was pressed against the tree, tilting her ass, and then she heard the sound of his zipper.
Seconds later, he pressed his cock against her core, and this time, they both groaned. The sound filled the air, escaping on the short breeze. The air was damp and yet fresh at the same time as it hadn’t had some rain.
Roman’s hands slid beneath her shirt and traced up her body, cupping her tits. “Do you have any idea how much I fucking love your body?” he asked. “I can’t get enough of it.”
He hadn’t said anything, but the fact they’d fucked at least six times in the past twenty-four hours was also a given.
He was insatiable, and if she was honest, she was pretty much the same. When it came to Roman, she couldn’t get enough of him, which made no sense at all, seeing as for most of their marriage, she’d hated him.
Maybe people were right, and there was a fine line between love and hate.
Roman started out gentle, always making sure she could take him. Allowing her to become accustomed to the feel of him, but as she did, he stopped being gentle and fucked her hard. She had no choice but to hold herself away from the tree as he pounded inside her.
He let go of her tits, and then his hand was between her thighs, teasing her clit, stroking her, rubbing it.
The fire burned in her body, and she tried to contain her moans, but it was impossible. She was so close, so desperately close, and then she felt her release and called his name as she came.
Roman wasn’t far behind her.
Her name was a growl, taken on the breeze like his name had been.