“You’re quite demanding, Mr. Donovan.”
“You haven’t seen anything yet, darling,” he quips as he settles himself between my thighs. His erection presses against my mound, causing me to buck my hips. “Are you going to beg me now?” he questions.
“No. I don’t beg,” I retort, but my words are breathy. Needy. He doesn’t know how close I am to pleading. His one hand reaches between us, finding my slick lips, taunting me with slow strokes. “Oh, God!” I cry out when he teases my bundle of nerves, which sends sparks through me.
“That’s it, darling, fuck my fingers.” His words fuel the fire in my stomach, tightening everything south of my belly button as he dips two fingers inside. And like a wanton slut, I do as he says. I ride his fingers until I come hard, unraveling beneath him.
“You don’t play this game fair, Mr. Donovan.”
“Nothing about this is fair,” he says as he leans back on his heels, his cock out, thick and hard, and I watch him slide on a condom. Then he covers me with his body, his shaft nudging my entrance.
I meet his eyes, and I finally obey him. I beg. “Please, fuck me, Rome,” I hiss as pleasure skitters down my spine when he drives into me. It’s hard, it’s fast, and it’s everything I need. His hips slam into mine. Our bodies fit like puzzle pieces. Like a wave crashing on the shore, so Rome hovers over me, and I drown in him.
My legs wrap around his waist; my heels dig into his ass, pulling him in deeper. No words. Only moans and whimpers. Grunts and growls. And that’s how I finally let go of my past. But I know as we both find our release moments after each other, that I’ll never be free. Which is all the more reason for me to walk away from this. To leave as soon as humanly possible, because I’ll never be able to give him what he needs.
“Be mine,” he finally whispers the words I’ve been dreading.
I keep my eyes shut. I can’t look at him and tell him the truth. So, I give him the only answer I can. “Una notte.”
The warmth of the sun has nothing on Rome’s body against mine. His chest cocooning my back when I open my eyes. His apartment is beautiful, but there’s nothing that tells me he wants this to be his home. Which begs the question . . . Does he ever see himself settling down? I don’t know why the question comes to me, but it does.
This was meant to be one night. That’s all it can ever be. I’ve already broken every rule in my book. But I don’t regret last night. I don’t regret his touch, his kiss, or the way he made me come until I passed out.
“I know you’re awake, darling,” Rome whispers in my ear. His voice heavy with sleep and lust. When he rolls his hips, his erection taunts me, pressing against the cheeks of my ass, causing me to whimper with need.
Who am I? What has this man done to me?
“You know, you’re quite the tame kitten when you’re turned on.” He chuckles into my hair, planting a kiss firmly on my head.
“Be careful, Rome, this kitten has claws,” I warn. Turning over to face him, I cup his handsome face in my hand. “I have to go.” I lean up, ensuring my lips meet his in a searing kiss, but when I try to pull away, Rome grips me to him. Holding me close, his body molds to mine.
“Stay,” he pleads. His eyes hold emotion, something that shouldn’t have happened. Shaking my head, I pull away once more, and this time he lets me go. Something I didn’t expect happens as I wrap the sheet around my naked body and leave him in bed. An ache in my chest causes my breath to hitch.
“Thank you for the evening, and morning, but it’s time for me to face reality. When you have the papers for me to sign, call me,” I tell him before making my way into the bathroom and dressing in last night’s clothes. He doesn’t follow me, and I don’t expect him to. Once I’m out on the sidewalk calling a taxi, the reality of what I did, how I feel about Rome, sinks in my stomach like a lead weight. Memories of what we did, how his tongue, fingers, and cock made me tremble uncontrollably, flit through my mind. Playing like a film, in high-fucking-definition.
The cab slows when we reach my hotel, and as if I’m on autopilot, I pay, exit the vehicle, and head into the building. It’s only when the door shuts with finality that I realize I didn’t want to leave the warmth of Rome’s bed, or his arms. I wanted to be cocooned, but there’s no way we could ever be more than a one-night stand.