He takes another swig, then cocks a brow at me, those eyes glittering darkly. ‘Well, don’t mind me. Have at it, Princess.’
‘Shut up,’ I groan.
He sets the wine aside and hauls me onto his lap while I let out a little yelp. It’s effortless, like I weigh nothing. I freeze, hyper-aware of every part of us that connects. The heat of his hips against my thighs. The way his fingers dig into my waist.
Fuck, he feels solid between my soft thighs.
‘Don’t be embarrassed, I can’t have you all unhinged. If you need this… then show me what you like.’
‘Roman, I do not need a pity hump. You don’t even like me.’
‘I’d argue that you very much do need this. And it’snot pity. I think you’re crazy, but in that crazy-hot kind of way. Show me what a little freak you can be.’
Well, damn. I can’t ignore the way he turns me on when he looks up at me with hunger in his eyes. I think it’s hunger. Or maybe I’m just tipsy and deluded. Either way, I very much want to come.
‘Move your damned hips, Maggie. Let me see what you do when you listen to me through the wall.’
His voice dipped low, a growl lacing through his words. I must have died and gone to bloody heaven. If heaven is filthy.
I arch my pelvis, grinding my hips against him and sighing at the delicious friction that coils low in my groin. A moan tumbles from my lips, and I slap a hand over my mouth.
Roman takes my wrist in his hand and presses it to his chest. ‘I want to watch.’
Is it hotter that I’m embarrassed? Whatever way, I’m wetter than an otter’s pocket and desperate to fall over the edge.
Picking up the pace, I rock back and forth against him until I’m panting. His fingers dig into my hips, the slight pain only adding to my growing pleasure. I soon give up on any idea of dignity and chase bliss.
Roman thickens beneath me, his hardness adding to the friction against my clit. My eyes roll as I slow, but Roman gives me no reprieve. Our eyes lock, and he manhandles my hips, sliding me over his clothed length until I whimper.
‘God, you look hot when you’re needy. Is this what you like, Maggie? Grinding on a hard dick?’
‘Yes,’ I moan. ‘Damn, you feel good.’
He really did. Like skin-blisteringly good. I wanted to bottle up the way he feels beneath me and store it up for when we go home and go back to being neighbours again. Assuming, of course, that he doesn’t call the police the moment we get back.
‘Eyes on me,’ Roman groans, pulling me back to the moment. His arms gleam with a light sheen of sweat, and I desperately want to lean down and splay my tongue over his skin. To taste him.
But I don’t. I just let him guide my hips, each rut making me tremble.
‘Fuck,’ he moans, the noise throaty and primal. ‘Let me see you come.’
Electricity storms up my spine, erasing any lingering thoughts as I chase the fall.
Sensation swarms me, my thighs quaking as I let out a guttural cry. Roman pulls me flush with his chest, his breath hot in my ear as he pins my hips to him. He fucks me mercilessly through our clothes, grinding me until I see constellations. Heat spreads between my thighs as Roman stiffens beneath me.Wet heat.
We lie there, catching our breath. Shame creeps over me. I feel his heart hammering against my chest until I push back up to sitting.
‘We should—’ he starts.
‘—get cleaned up,’ I finish, breathless.
‘Can’t believe you made me come in my pants,’ hesays as he stands. ‘I’ve not done that… in a very long time.’
‘I think you were an active participant.’ My shorts were grossly sticky.
Roman stands and reaches out to touch my cheek. For a moment, I think he’s going to kiss me, but he tosses me on the bed instead and runs for the bathroom.
‘Bagsy the shower!’
