“Give me a second, angel. That feels too good. I don’t want to bust right here and embarrass the shit out of myself.”
I exhale a relieved sigh and give him a second to steady his breathing, and only when he pumps in my grip do I continue rolling my palm.
My breathy moans drift into the night as Roman’s wet mouth shifts between one tender breast to the other. His tongue on my nipple won’t bring me to my climax alone. But as he continues to swell in my hand, I can feel the pressure building in my core, the gravity of my arousal becoming so painful, I grind myself against his leg like a bitch in heat.
The friction of his jean-clad thigh against the thin material of my leggings is enough to send my bundle into overdrive. I can’t hear anything in my ears over the pounding of my heart and the throaty growls coming from Roman’s chest.
I can’t focus on anything but this heated, desperate moment. My past isn’t an issue. The voices in the back of my head are silent, and all that’s there is Roman.
I can feel he’s close as his groin becomes hotter, pulsating violently against my palm while I rub in gentle, furious motions.
Suddenly, the licking stops, and I feel him hover slightly above my nipple.
Casting my gaze down, I catch Roman watching me, eyes flared in the shadows of the dark as he waits patiently for my consent to go further.
I can’t speak, can barely get my damn mouth open to sayplease, but he can see the pleading in my eyes.
Giving me a wicked smile, Roman asks, “Can I take a bite?”
I didn’t know it was possible for any more moisture to flood out of me, but when Roman bares his teeth and lets me feel their chilled surface, I become a puddle underneath his hands.
“Please.”
In an instant, Roman’s teeth latch onto my nipple and pull lightly, sending bolts of pleasure down to my toes. After a few gentle tugs, he drifts his attention lower to the pebbled flesh of my stomach, connecting kisses to my goosebumps until I’m writhing on the hood.
I’m so absorbed in the feeling he’s elicited in my body that I barely notice he’s hovering above my soaked, cotton-covered core. I can feel the blistering heat from his breath scorching my tender skin, even through my layers, and I want to press myself into him when he doesn’t move closer.
“Please,” I beg when he remains still, sliding down slowly until I feel myself brush slightly against his nose. Roman satisfies my wish by placing a wet kiss that I can feel on my clit, loving my bundle delicately through my leggings before baring his teeth and giving me another gentle nip.
That slight pinch of pain is the thing I need to draw me over the edge. Crying out my release, I can feel him swell in his pants, engorging to a dangerous thickness before groaning his release into my cleavage.
Body drained, Roman sags against me, pinning my body to the hood of the car as our hearts work to beat at a normal rhythm.
I rub my hand up the sweat of his back, tangling my fingers in the coiled curls of his hair as he settles my shirt back in place.
Rising off my chest, Roman lets out a quiet, tired chuckle.
“What?” I ask, instantly feeling self-conscious, thinking it’s me and my performance he’s laughing at.
“When I said we were going to have fun, this wasn’t what I had in mind. But fuck, angel… that was amazing.”
Pressing a passionate kiss to my lips, Roman lifts me off the car and sets me on my feet, catching me as I sway on wobbly knees.
In my entire nineteen years, I never experienced anything like what I just did, never even came close.
I don’t know how to respond to the rapid beat in my chest or the inability to catch my breath as I stare into Roman’s eyes. All I know, all I can sense, are the knots that have been wound in my muscles and joints for years, coming undone.
Once steady, I reach across the hood to collect my discarded bra, watching him through hazy vision adjust himself in his jeans, when Roman’s husky growl tickles my ears. “Leave that shit off and come over here.”
I hated when dad told me what to do, even more so when Liam did. But Roman’s dominance doesn’t upset me, and to my surprise, it doesn’t scare me either.
Throwing my underwear onto the passenger seat, I walk around the hood of the car to stop by the driver's side.
“What?” I ask when Roman brings his hands up to the side of my face, crushing my cheeks in his hold as he draws our noses near.
“You, my love, are going to drive.”
In a flash, Roman drops my face and is standing beside the passenger door, leaving me stunned still on the other side of the car.
