“Why are you still dressed while I’m naked?” She bit back the need to ask when he would stop this torture and put his damn sexy mouth on her pussy.
But she couldn’t give him that kind of power over her. He already had enough. Begging was totally out of the question.
He lowered his head, his mouth hovering above hers. “Because you’re so pretty naked, Augustine. I don’t think you should ever wear clothes.”
Yep, he was making her crazy. The Roman she remembered didn’t talk and tease during sex. That Roman had fucked. Oh, he’d fucked well, and for the blissful moments she’d been with him, she’d felt as if he truly needed her—at least for his orgasm. But the way he made her feel like the center of his world now was totally new.
And so dangerous.
She wasn’t about to tell him that she liked being naked for him. Something about the way the fabric of his slacks gently abraded the skin between her legs made her feel wanton and sexy, like she was a treat he’d rushed to unwrap because he couldn’t wait another second. “I think the press pool would find me walking around naked amusing.”
His mouth played lightly over hers, his tongue teasing her before retreating in a frustrating dance. “I think I would have to kill a couple of those reporters, but your nudity would be an easy way to change the narrative of the twenty-four-hour news cycle. Maybe we should consider that the next time Zack steps in it. We’ll send you out all pretty and bare. At least half those asses won’t be able to think long enough to ask questions.”
Who the hell was this? Roman didn’t joke during sex. He single-mindedly forged ahead until he was inside her, pounding away at her. She’d thought it was so passionate at the time, so romantic that he couldn’t wait another second to have her. But this…this was something more than sex. He was taking the time to make a connection with her.
It scared the hell out of Gus, but she’d ached for him so much and for so long, she couldn’t find the will to fight him.
He kissed her again, drugging her. She slid her hands over the smooth skin and rippling muscles of his back. That hadn’t changed. If anything, he was stronger now than he’d been then. More manly. And more tempting. When he’d picked her up, she’d actually felt light and dainty, and for a woman who was taller than most of the men she knew, that was saying something. She wouldn’t admit it to Roman, but when he turned or twisted her at will into whatever position he wanted, her heart raced. She loved the way he could press her down into the mattress and hold her still so he could ravage her mouth with his.
He raised his head again, staring down into her face, seemingly trying to read her. “But you should understand that the first one who touches you will never see the light of day again. I’ll charge him with treason and turn him over to those bloodthirsty boys at the CIA.”
Before she could respond, he kissed her into silence, then began working his way down her body. His lips brushed her neck, sending electric thrills through her. She bit back a moan when his mouth wandered to her breasts. He teased her, his tongue licking around her areola in long, unhurried laps—first one, then the other. More blood rushed to the untouched tips. Gus bit her lip to hold in a whimper.
“Need something, baby?”
He was taunting her. And he probably relished how hard she fought not to beg. Damn sexy bastard.
Gus meant to assuage some of the ache without his help, so she raised her hands to pinch her aching nipples. Roman was having none of that. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the mattress on either side of her.
“Bad girl. All you had to do was ask.”
Beg, he meant. But thankfully, he didn’t make her, he merely showed her mercy and sucked one nipple into the heat of his mouth. His teeth grazed her, approaching the right side of pain. Searing tingles sizzled, and she could feel her pussy clenching and pulsing with an arousal so fierce it was almost painful.
He shifted to her other breast, lavishing it with affection. Like the first, he engulfed the tip into his hot mouth while he cradled the straining globe, seemingly more than content to worship her body. As she arched up to him, he groaned and wended farther down her body. He settled his hips between her legs, looking as if he intended to stay and torment her until he was good and ready for more.
This was something she hadn’t counted on. Over the years, she’d thought a lot about what it would be like to sleep with Roman again. The idea had danced through her fantasies, but in every scenario, the sex had been quick, furtive. He would haul her into his office, growling and grabbing her as he bent her over his desk before taking her hard and fast, hurtling her to a screaming orgasm. The sex would be good, sure. But more important, she would have solved the mystery of what it would feel like to be Roman’s lover again. Then she could tell herself that, since their youth, she’d had better. And she could walk away after satisfying her curiosity and need, knowing she’d gotten all he was capable of giving her.
But never in all her daydreams had he laid her out and made a decadent feast of her. Never had he teased her and taunted her. Never had he joked with her. And never had she imagined that he could make her want something more from him again beyond mere sex.
Gus didn’t like the realization, but she couldn’t spare the brainpower to stamp it out now. She couldn’t think about anything, except the fact that Roman shimmied his way down her body, his exploring mouth inching closer and closer to where she needed him most.
Callused fingertips skimmed over her ribs, drifted across the indentation of her waist, then settled on her hips. His hands were so big, so masculine, so talented as they held her in thrall. A shiver raced through her as he eased lower, showing her just how good he was with his lips, too. They skated over her abdomen before he dipped into her navel, awakening nerve endings she hadn’t known existed, giving her a preview of what his tongue could do elsewhere.
When he edged down her body once more, he stopped just short of planting his mouth on the spot that would give her relief. A whimper slipped free from her throat. He was so close. The heat of his breath on her needy flesh wracked her. He palmed her thighs, spreading them even wider, and gazed up her body. His dark eyes flared when their stares tangled.
A single lock of inky hair had fallen over his forehead. He was usually so meticulously groomed. When he was in his pressed three-piece designer suits with his hair tamed and neat, he was the president’s strong right hand. But now, with his shirt off, his eyes hot, and his hair tumbled, he was a dangerous predator. Gus couldn’t wait for him to eat her up.
“You still shave.” His voice rang with satisfaction.
She shook her head. “I got the kitty lasered a long time ago.”
His stare held hers as he lowered his mouth and brushed his lips over the fleshy pad of her pussy. “So fucking soft. That’s what makes me crazy about you. You’re so strong and still soft. And this is beautiful.”
Gus tried to give him an offhanded smile, as if his adoration didn’t matter. But she couldn’t stop herself from clutching the comforter in her fists. She didn’t know how else she could keep herself from tangling her fingers in his hair. Because if she did, she would tug on the strands and try to force him to fuck her with that mouth of his. Not only would he torment her by doing the opposite because the man was contrary, but she couldn’t let him know how much she needed him and the pleasure he could give her.
Any power she gave him, Roman would use with ruthless intent.
“Do you know how much I want this, Augustine? How often I think I can still taste you on my to
ngue? I’ll be sitting in a meeting and see you walk by, and I’ll swear your flavor is still lingering. Do you have any idea how often I get a hard-on in the middle of an intelligence briefing at the thought of getting my mouth on you again?”
He still thought about her? No matter how much she’d tried not to, she’d thought about him, too. She’d told herself she’d moved on, but her longest relationship had been the ten months she’d dated a JAG lawyer Dax had introduced her to. It had ended when she’d taken the job at the White House. She’d told him her schedule was too insane, but not missing him at all had been her first clue he wasn’t the man for her. Now she had to wonder if being near Roman day in and day out had forced her to acknowledge that, deep down, no one could compare to him.
“Do you?” He lifted his hand to her folds, gently pulling back the hood of her clitoris.
Oh, god. What was he doing to her?
“No,” she managed to breathe out.
“I do,” he whispered softly against her pussy. “Oh, baby.”
He licked her with a slow stroke of his tongue. Soft. Barely there. Gus closed her eyes and shuddered, fighting not to thrash against him. It felt so good, but it wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough.
She pressed her lips together so she didn’t beg him for more. He wanted this, too. She had to remember that. Just like she had to remember that she was with Roman. He would eventually take what he wanted. It was his nature.
“Hmm,” he groaned. “That’s exactly the flavor I remember. Tell me, Augustine. Do you want me to give you more?”
“I do, but I won’t beg you.”
“Baby, we’re not there yet. Not even close.” He leaned closer and licked her once more, drawing his tongue over her sensitive button and engulfing her whole body in heat. It swamped her, searing her skin, making her sweat. “I’ll let you know when you can beg.”