He moved to the edge of the bed and looked down at her like she was the only thing in the world worth dying for. And, she was. And, he would.
"Tell me to walk away." He growled.
Roma looked up at him with wide eyes. "Do you like watching me?"
Her voice cracked on the last word, barely above a whisper. That fracture in her bravery undid him. It was that flicker of realness behind all her teasing that he latched onto. His answer would shape the rest of her life.
He dropped to one knee beside the bed, his hand sliding up her thigh. She gasped as he gripped her leg, thumb pressing hard enough to remind her how dangerous he could be.
"Look at you," he muttered, eyes dragging over her. "Fucking all grown up."
Roma's lips parted, her breath stuttering as his fingers brushed the edge of her hand. She still held the toy, trembling now. He took it from her gently and set it aside.
"How often do you use your little friend?" He ran the pad of his thumb over her wet pussy lips.
She gasped. "I-I just bought it."
"Mm." He lowered his head and inhaled deeply.
Her sweet scent grabbed him by the balls. He wanted to sink his thumb inside of her. Test to see how tight she'd be around his finger. Yet, he'd watched her with the vibrator. She wasn't used to putting anything inside of her.
"Tell me to stop, Roma," he said.
He skimmed her clit. She squirmed on the bed. He'd barely touched her, and she was ready to come.
"Oh, God, don't ever stop. Please, Kodiak." She grabbed his wrist. "Please help me."
She wanted to come. He wanted to taste her.
He slid his hand under her thigh and spread her legs. She gasped over the sudden movement. He took her surprise and dipped his head, swiping his tongue along her pussy.
Her legs vibrated under his hands. She pushed against his mouth, opening herself to him. Whether her arousal made her uninhibited or she was born to have sex, nothing held her back.
He took her clit into his mouth, suckling gently at first, then increasing the pressure. Her hips bucked against his face. He could have had her come on his face, but he wanted to build her up. If she wanted to experiment, he'd show her how it could be with him. He could make her scream better than that little toy of hers.
She gripped the comforter, her body tensing. "Kodiak?"
Her back arched, and she threw her head back into the pillow, crying out his name. A flash of wetness coated his tongue. He continued circling, stroking, and tasting until the tremors subsided. He kissed the inside of her thigh, trying to stop the pounding of his heart.
He'd claimed her in the most intimate way possible, and his cock was hard as a rock. He needed to get out of here before he showed her everything else.
"Kodiak?" she whispered, going still.
He pushed to his feet, grabbed the spare blanket at the foot of the bed, and covered her up to her waist. "Take a nap."
"But—"
"The club needs me." He kissed her forehead.
He walked out of her room before he changed his mind. His balls ached. He was covered in Roma's juice. There was no fucking way he could stay and excuse what happened.
Walking across the hall, he entered his room, stripped off his clothes, and stepped under the shower. With the smell of Roma in his nose and her flavor on his tongue, he gripped his cock and jerked hard and fast. The pleasure was punishment and pain. He couldn't go backward now that he'd tasted her.
Chapter 16
Roma told herself the reason for walking into the garage was to give Kodiak the info she'd pulled from the DMV, but if she was honest with herself, it was the fifth time she'd "happened" to check in with him today. Once, about the Ford van that was brought in overnight. Then, she'd imagined him wanting a cup of coffee. Of course, she had to tell him it was time for lunch. On her last break, she asked him if he'd like her to deep-clean the office.
Each time, she'd caught a flicker of something from him, but it vanished so fast she couldn't decipher what he was thinking.
