I closed my eyes when his lips moved down my jawline before finding the skin where my neck met my shoulder and suckled on it.
My nails raked down his back as he continued to push his hips against mine, imitating the sensual movement I was just getting used to from him before everything had gone up to shit.
“Stop,” I begged half-heartedly.
“You feel so good beneath me,” he said.
He pulled down my shirt, exposing my collarbone and the tops of my breasts.
A slight spasm worked its way around my body, from the small of my back to my abdomen, and finally, further down.
I tensed when he glided his lips downward until he reached the supple flesh.
I swallowed as he lowered more of my shirt, exposing more of me.
“Stop,” I said—or at least, I thought I had.
Don’t stop.
No sound came out.
He looked up and met my eyes. I didn’t know what he was looking for, but he must have found it because, with a small groan, he covered my nipple with his mouth.
I arched toward him, and he palmed my other breast with his large hand, fondling me, playing with me, driving me crazy.
I threw my head to the side, my body pushing against him.
I didn’t know what to focus on, his unnerving gaze, his lips, histeeththat had come out to play, or his hand—his fingers plucking on the aching tip of my other breast.
My hands pushed down on his broad shoulders, trying to get him to let up, yet pulling him back against me moments later.
He thrust his hips, lining himself up perfectly against me.
I felt his hardness against the softest part of me. We might as well not be wearing anything with the way it felt.
He did again, and again, and again.
My eyes rolled back. “No,” I muttered.
Yes.
He grunted and kept up a steady pace.
“No,” I said. It didn’t sound like a protest.
One more time, and I was gone.
Pushed over the cliff, I didn’t think I had any control over how hard or fast I had fallen.
I wrapped my arms around his neck.
Roman let go of my nipple with a pop of his mouth and kissed his way gently up my body.
He buried his face in my neck, giving me time to compose myself without having to look at him.
My heart was beating erratically inside of my chest, and I wondered if he could hear it, being so close to me like this.
My chest pushed up against him every time I breathed, my sensitive nipples pressed against his chest, hard to ignore.
