I met his gaze. “Then trust me when I tell you that the only time I’ve been frightened is these last two weeks. Not knowing where we stood or what you’ve been thinking. Wondering if you were done with me.”
“Done with you?” He nipped my bottom lip and said, with a sexy smirk, “I haven’t even started with you.”
He seized my mouth in one consuming kiss. His dominating power poured over me like warm caramel, rich and smooth. My whole body was bathed in his presence. Gripping my hips, he lifted me and sat me atop the counter, instantly wedging himself between my thighs, rucking up my skirt.
I wrapped my arms around him and scooted closer until I felt his hard cock press against my core. The only thing between us was a few layers of fabric—which I was dying to rip away.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he said, and I wasn’t sure if he realized he’d spoken aloud.
Something in my chest twisted like an invisible knife between my ribs. Had he really been trying to stay away from me for my own good? The fact that he cared that much both shocked and thrilled me. But his fight was coming to an end. I’d make sure of it, because he brought out feelings in me that I didn’t want to deny.
Thrusting his tongue between my lips, he toyed with mine in such a delicious dance, it made my head spin until I couldn’t find gravity. And I didn’t care. I could stay in the clouds so long as his mouth was on mine, because my God, the man could kiss. Hard and powerful, consuming and giving. I felt everything he was in the way he kissed me.
Reaching around, he clutched my ass in both palms and yanked me closer, rubbing that steel rod along my folds. Though we had barriers between us, I still felt every glide of him against me.
“Oh, yes, Roman.” The zing of pleasure shot from my core to the tips of my ears and toes, tingling everything in its wake.
He kissed his way down my neck, his five o’clock shadow gently scraping as he went. I wove my fingers in his hair and threw my head back, letting him devour me and loving every rough scratch of his jaw and hot sweep of his tongue.
“This dress has driven me crazy all night,” he said against my collarbone, his mouth trailing lower.
He bit the hint of cleavage swelling over the bodice. My dress was classy but due to its décolletage, I’d had to skip a bra, a fact for which I was now very thankful.
“All through dinner I was thinking about how you’d taste.” Bite. “About how I wanted to eat you.”
He nipped my other breast and I jumped a little.
Gripping the neckline of my dress, he yanked it down, ripping the material enough to wedge it beneath my breasts, which were instantly lifted up like a plump offering. I couldn’t finish a breath before he latched on to one aching nipple and took a deep draw.
Keeping one hand on his head, I balanced on the counter with the other, leaning farther back, silently begging him to take more.
“You like this, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I breathed.
Before Roman, I hadn’t known that my breasts could be such a turn on. He laved at me, worshiping my flesh with his talented mouth, splitting my nerves and leaving me intoxicated with pleasure. He blew over my nipple and I squirmed.
“So sensitive,” he smiled.
Goose bumps broke out over my skin and I arched my back farther. “Please…more.”
He tongued the other breast, taking his time, tasting every inch of flesh, before circling around the tight point and finally biting down hard.
“Ah, yes!” My hips shot out, rubbing against his hard cock. My panties were so damp, I worried I was getting his pants wet.
There were too many layers between us. But Roman took his time, devouring my breasts until I couldn’t breathe and was on the brink of release, just from his insistent oral torture.
Taking matters into my own hands, I reached between us and started unfastening his belt. The metallic clanking echoed through the dimly lit kitchen.
I couldn’t control my hands. The smallest tasks, like removing his pants, became too difficult. So I started clawing at his shirt, the buttons too tricky to unfasten. When the sound of them hitting the floor reached my ears, I realized I was pulling apart the material.
Roman bit down hard on my nipple and growled, as if liking my forwardness and responding in kind. I ripped farther, not stopping until his shirt was hanging like tattered curtains around his impressive chest.
“You’re so amazing,” I whispered, my hands moving over his hard chest. His warm, soft skin was like a freshly brewed mocha, and he had the most incredible abs I’d ever seen.
He rose enough to kiss my lips. My fingers trailed down the defined swells of his stomach muscles. Just the feel of all that strength made me shudder, and damn it if he didn’t notice.
When I came to the waist of his pants, I reached inside and gripped his erection.