Tight

“I’ve thought about this moment so many times over the past two years,” he murmured against my mouth.

I gasped, his words so potent that it was as if he poured gasoline on an open fire, the flames rising up to touch the very sky.

I was that sky, with the stars my cells, all of them bursting into a thousand tiny particles.

He trailed his lips along my jawline, kissing, licking, causing me to rest my head back on the wall and close my eyes. To just absorb all of this.

“I want you to be mine. I want everyone to know that there’s nothing that can come between us.”

His words reflected how I felt, but in the back of my mind I thought about what our family would say, how they’d see this as wrong. “But what about everyone? Our family, what they’ll say?”

He shook his head. “Nothing and no one matters. You hear me?” He looked me in the eyes, his voice hard, deep, as if he wanted me to believe what he said.

And I did.

Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe I was just so far gone for this man that I didn’t care about the repercussions. Either way, I found myself whispering, “I want you.” Before I knew it, Roman had his mouth on mine.

Chapter Thirteen

Roman

It was like this beast had been let free inside of me. I wanted to go slow, to take my time. I wanted to give Kennedy everything she deserved. Yet here I was kissing her, taking her mouth like I was a starved man and she was the last meal I’d ever get.

Kennedy had her hands gripping my biceps, her nails digging into my flesh. That sting of pain spurred me on and I growled low, kissed her harder. I needed her now, in my bed, surrounded by my things, by my scent. It was like this primal, animalistic feeling inside of me came forth, demanding I take her, make her know that there was nothing stopping us.

But I pulled away, forced myself to stop, to suck in a lungful of air. She’d said she wanted this, but I needed to make sure. “Tell me this is real, Kennedy. Tell me you really do want this.” I cupped her cheek and stroked my thumb along her soft skin, my mouth tingling, my heart racing. I stared in her eyes, waiting for her answer, needing it like I needed to breathe.

“I’ve wanted this since the moment I first saw you, Roman.”

I groaned and leaned in to rest my forehead against hers, closing my eyes and just letting her words sink in. “God, me too. Me too, Kennedy.” I tipped my head to the side and kissed her again, forced myself to go slower, to savor the feel and flavor of her.

She was sweet, so damn sweet I would no doubt get a sugar rush from her lips.

Our mouths were pressed together, our breathing harsh. I couldn’t stop the need coursing through me. I kissed her hard, feverishly, and it was like an animal had been unleashed inside of me. I had my dick pressed against her belly, and ground myself against her over and over again. She moaned against my mouth, the sound an auditory orgasm on its own.

“I am so fucking hard for you, Kennedy. So hard that it’s like a steel pipe between my legs.”

“Oh. God,” she whispered.

“You want this, don’t you, baby?”

She nodded and I couldn’t hold back the primal sound that left me.

I placed my hand between our bodies and started undoing my pants. I forced myself to take a step back, continuing to go for my button and zipper, then shoving the denim down my thighs and kicking it off.

“Kennedy.” I said her name harshly, and as if she read my mind, she started getting undressed.

And then we were both naked, my gaze zeroed in on the curves of her body, the way her skin looked so soft, the sweet smell that invaded my senses. She was perfect in every sense of the word.

She was mine.

Her breathing was erratic, her chest rising and falling, her breasts making my mouth water.

I had my mouth back on hers, my tongue speared between her lips. God, she tasted so fucking good.

She groaned when I sucked her tongue inside of my mouth. My cock was so hard, pressing against her belly. I needed to be inside of her. I needed to feel how hot and wet she was. I needed to hear her moan my name as I thrust deeply into her tight little body.

“Roman,” she moaned against my mouth.

I had one hand on the nape of her neck, the other moving lower until I had it between her thighs. She was so wet for me. “God, soaking wet for me, baby,” I said against her mouth, and then added pressure and kissed her. I pressed my fingers more firmly against her pussy until she rose on her toes and breathed out roughly against my mouth.