Roman (Raleigh Raptors 2)

My dick jumped, and my hands curled into fists. “Look at me.”

Her eyes met mine, crystal blue and free of any doubt.

“We end up in bed together every night, so I’m going to ask you one more time to tell me what you want, T.” I’d sooner cut my dick off than make any assumptions when it came to Teagan.

She dragged her tongue across her lower lip, and I stifled a groan. With a quick tug of her finger, the towel abandoned my hips and fell to the floor. “I want you to fuck me.”

Holy shit, I was going to come, and I hadn’t even touched her. Just hearing that word from her mouth was enough to send me higher than I’d ever been.

“You’re sure?” I could feel my control unraveling, like there was a nuclear countdown in my head, warning me that I was nearly past the point of no return. There was no asking why. No questioning her motives. If she wanted me, that was good enough for my reasoning, because logic had checked out the second she’d dropped the robe.

Ten.

“I’m sure.” Her eyes drifted down my body, her breath quickening at each spot her gaze lingered. “Can I touch you?”

Nine.

“You can do whatever you want with me.” I meant it. My body was hers to do as she wished—everything or nothing at all. The woman could take a tattoo gun to my skin for all I cared.

Eight.

Her fingers trailed along the sides of my abs, headed for my hips. Seven. “I always loved these. It’s like you were carved with a chisel.”

Six.

“Wow.” Her eyes flared as she stared at my cock, hard and insistent as it rose between us.

Five.

She grasped it lightly, curling her fingers around my length and squeezing softly.

Four.

Pleasure rocketed through my system like a tidal wave.

Threetwoone.

“Teagan,” I groaned, tunneling my hands through the damp strands of her hair and bringing her face to mine. I kissed her hard, sliding my tongue into her mouth and rubbing it against hers.

She melted into the kiss, releasing my aching cock and winding her arms around my neck.

I kissed her until we were both drunk on it, arching into each other to get closer. Then I filled my hands with her naked ass and lifted her without breaking our kiss. She gasped in surprise, but only kissed me back harder as I carried her to my bed.

Four months. I’d had her in this bed almost every night for the last four months dreaming of this very thing, and now I had her. Maybe it was only for tonight. I wasn’t about to question it. I was going to make the most of every second that I had her here.

I laid her out on top of my comforter, and she quickly reached for the light as I slid over her, settling between her thighs and bracing my weight on an elbow so I didn’t crush her.

“What are you doing?” I grasped her wrist carefully and brought it to my mouth so I could press a kiss against the delicate skin.

Her flush deepened.

I grinned. “Oh no. You were bold enough to drop that robe.”

“I just…” she looked away.

“You are gorgeous, T. There’s not a part of you that doesn’t turn me on, if you can’t tell.” I rolled my hips, sliding my erection against the soft skin of her inner thigh.

“I can tell.” Her voice went all breathless.

“Good. You have no idea how many times I’ve fantasized about this moment, and trust me, none of those fantasies included the lights being off.” I titled my head. “Okay, maybe one or two did, but this isn’t a movie theater or the backseat of my first car. This is happening with the lights on so I can see every single inch of this incredible body as you come undone.”

Her breath left in a rush.

“Unless you find something about me unappealing?” I arched a brow. There was always the chance that I really didn’t do it for her. Maybe she really was into the frat-guy look.

“You?” She shook her head, then ran her hands along my shoulders. “You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.”

My heart rate jumped at the praise. “Then we’re even because I’ve never seen a more perfect woman.”

She scoffed.

“Your eyes kill me,” I admitted. “Pretty sure you could break me with those baby blues, alone.”

Her lips parted, so I headed there next.

“These lips fuel my dreams.” I lowered my head and skimmed her mouth with mine. “I’ve thought about that kiss on the deck every minute of every day since it happened.”

“Even during a game?” she teased, then nipped my lower lip with her teeth.

“Why do you think I missed that hand-off against Chicago?” I grinned.

She laughed and ran her fingers through my hair.

I kissed the spot beneath her ear, and she shivered. “I love this neck.” Kiss by kiss, I moved down the smooth column, pausing to suck on the patches that made her squirm. Her hips moved beneath me, and she moaned when I bit gently where her neck met her shoulder.