“Talk to me, Wildflower.” His voice is low and demanding.
It sends shivers along my spine.
“We need to get home,” I whisper while I look up at him.
“Why?” he teases.
“You know why.”
“I want you to say it.” He takes a step closer, pressing the backs of my legs against the car.
“I need you to fuck me.”
With a low chuckle, he releases his grip, and his smile turns mischievous. “Well then, let’s go.”
He can’t get the keys in the lock fast enough. My hands are roaming underneath his jersey. My palms meet his sculpted abs, and warmth floods my clit as my hands dip down to untie the knot on his sweatpants’ drawstring.
With a click, he twists the doorknob, and it opens. Before I can react, he spins around to scoop me in his arms. Our lips meet, and he carries me inside. My back meets the door as my feet are set back on the ground, and he locks the door without breaking contact.
A low growl leaves his mouth as he squeezes my ass, urging me forward. We stumble through the living room, walking to his room.
The way Rome kisses me tells me how much he loves me. Not only does he have my heart, but I have his. His touch reminds me that I’m beautiful and that he cherishes every inch of my body. My self-esteem has grown since he entered my life. I’m nolonger constantly fussing over my hair or makeup. Rome doesn’t care if I wake up looking like I surfed through a tornado. He only cares that I’m there with him, and that fact is helping me realize that the love I’ve been looking for is right in front of me.
I trip over something on the ground, and I start to fall back. But Rome is quick to catch me by tightening his grip around my arms.
“What the?—”
Korra meows and bats at my ankles, reminding me that Rome has a companion in his home who thinks she’s a princess.
“Sorry, she’s been sleeping in the middle of the hallway recently,” Rome chuckles.
“Because the five beds you bought her weren’t enough?” I sass.
“Are you jealous?” he asks with a cocky look on his face.
Korra throws herself at his legs before walking into the kitchen, presumably to eat.
“No.”
“Don’t lie to me,” he whispers and takes a step forward, making me take a step back.
“I’m not jealous of your cat,” I chuckle, but I might be a teensy bit jealous.
“That’s okay. I’ll remind you why you’re my number one girl.”
Rome picks me up, and I squeal in response. We barrel into his room, and he closes the door so a certain white cat doesn’t interrupt us.
I part his lips with my tongue, and I moan when his tongue meets mine. Rome grunts, and before I can register where I am, he drops me on his bed.
“Ahh!” I scream and giggle as he settles between my legs.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he murmurs against my lips, toying with them.
I tug on the collar of his jersey, more than ready to throw it across the room so I can feel him against me.
“As much as I enjoy seeing you in your gear, you look better without it on,” I say before leaning up to tug his lower lip into my mouth, gently sucking on it.
“You look way too good in my jersey,” he chuckles. “But I’d have to agree.”
