“I know. Did you have a good evening?”
“It was productive.”
I smile and snuggle into him. “That’s pretty vague.”
“But accurate.” He pushes his hand into my hair and drags his fingers through it, making me sigh. “Your hair is so fucking soft.”
“I don’t know what they put in it, but it’s magic.”
“Smells like …” He buries his nose in my locks and inhales. “Fucking heaven. Christ, I could devour you.”
His hands pull on my leggings until they’re down my legs and tossed over his shoulder. Next, my T-shirt is discarded, and I’m lying here naked with Rome’s magical hands moving all over my skin.
“Love the way you touch me,” I murmur against his lips. “You have great hands.”
My own hands are roaming up and down his sides as he braces himself over me, kissing me, and his gaze finds mine.
“I don’t usually let people touch me,” he admits, and my hands immediately drop away.
“I’m so sorry.”
“No.” He shakes his head and takes one of my hands, kisses it, and returns it to his side. “Youcan touch me all you want. You have unlimited access to me, Eloise. But this is new for me.”
He doesn’t like to be touched, but he trusts me enough to put my hands on him at will?
“Why me?” I ask softly, dragging my fingertips up and down his back.
“My body knows you,” he says with a slight shrug. “It’s the only way I can explain it. It’s familiar. Which is crazy because I’m twenty years older than you, and I’d never seen you a day in my life before last week.”
My eyes sting because that’s how it felt for me, too. As if my whole body justknewhim. Although I had no clue there were twenty years between us.
I’m also so curious. Has he suffered in the past, and that’s why he doesn’t want to be touched?
“Why don’t you like to be touched?”
He shakes his head and kisses me, and I resign myself to not getting the answer to that question tonight. And that’s okay. He’ll tell me when he’s ready.
His hand glides down to my breast, and he gently rolls his thumb over my nipple until it’s a hard, aching bud. My legs scissor, my core looking for a release only he can give me.
“Do you know what I’ve realized?” he asks, peppering kisses along my neck.
“What?”
“I’ve never had my face in your gorgeous cunt.”
I almost choke on my own tongue, and he grins as he kisses his way down my torso, to my stomach.
I have a slouchy, poochy stomach. I’ve always been self-conscious about it, but Rome kisses it and keeps moving as if it’s a beautiful part of me.
As if he’s not at all bothered by the extra pounds that I carry and have been shamed for all of my life.
And the fact that someone as absolutely freakinggorgeousas this man thinks that I’m sexy, too? Well, that’s an aphrodisiac all by itself.
Rome works his way between my thighs, but suddenly, he whips us around so he’s on his back, and I’m hovering over him, my core lined up with his mouth.
“How in the hell did you do that?”
He chuckles. “Lower yourself down here, firefly.”
