“Baby, I had no idea how low your alcohol tolerance was. You passed out as soon as I got you back into my car.”
I looked down. “Then why am I naked?”
I hadn’t noticed it before, but I noticed it now. There wasn’t a stitch of clothing on me.
He laughed and placed his hand flat on my stomach, rubbing it slightly.
Ah, fuck.
If I had the energy, I would mewl over the move. It felt so good.
I wanted to lap up his touch like a little kitten.
“It was my reward for carrying you up to the apartment building,” he said.
“So we didn’t have sex?”
One eyebrow rose, and I found myself blushing.
He moved his hand down until his fingers brushed up against my clit.
I sucked in a sharp breath. I should not be turned on, especially with how badly I had felt waking up this morning.
“Nah. I’m not really into fucking you if I can’t see your eyes watching me, filled with ecstasy.” His smile turned devilish. “Doesn’t mean I didn’t cop a feel.”
He cupped my pussy then, and I felt my chest heaving from the sensation. His fingers teased my clit, and my toes curled. I bit my lip, trying hard not to make any sound. “You belong to me. Your body is mine. If I want to touch you, I will. Is that a problem?”
He rubbed my clit harder.
My back arched slightly, and I shook my head.
I was wet, and I didn’t know if it was from him touching me now, or if he had done it when I was asleep. I didn’t know why that turned me on, but it did, knowing he owned every inch of my body—just as much as I owned him.
My hand moved down his body, taking in the hard feel of his abs.
This was mine.
Mine and mine alone.
He watched me with dark eyes as I slipped my hand inside his boxer briefs.
The headache I had woken up with seemed to have disappeared, or at the very least, forgotten over this familiar feeling of need.
I needed him.
I craved him.
I pulled out his cock and wrapped my hand around his length.
We didn’t look away from each other when I began to stroke him.
“Fuck,” he gritted out between clenched teeth. “That feels so fucking good.”
I licked my lips. “Roman?”
“Yeah?”
“I want to taste you.”
