“Funny you should say that.” He eyes my mouth. “Me too.”
A soft breath slips from my parted lips, repeating what he just said in my head to dissect it, but my thoughts scatter when one of his hands grazes my spine slowly. I shift above him, my stomach somersaulting from the growing pressure in between my legs.
“And you think I’m the troublemaker?” I rub against him with my eyebrow cocked.
A slow swallow moves against his neck. “I think you like it.”
It’s becoming more and more clear to me that I like a lot about Rome Pierce, despite all the reasons not to.
I gently raise a shoulder, flicking my attention between his eyes. “Maybe,” I whisper.
Rome grabs the side of my face, his fingers lost in my hair. He brings me closer, our breath mingling as we stare at each other.
“I don’t like the way I felt earlier,” he admits.
“What do you mean?” I ask quietly.
His hand squeezes my hip, like a warning. “When I heard Beck call for an ambulance…” his words fade, and he shifts away.
“Tell me,” I beg.
I’m desperate to hear the words he shouldn’t be saying. My skin heats from the wait, the air around us charged with something so electrifying that I’m afraid if either of us moves, something will snap.
Rome’s edgy features soften, the grip on my hip light. “I was terrified.” He shakes his head back and forth slowly, hisgaze pinned to mine. “Nothing has ever come between me and racing…until you.”
My teeth sink into my bottom lip. “That doesn’t sound like a good thing,” I admit guiltily.
He huffs out a laugh. His fingers dive into my hair farther, and our faces move closer so our mouths are a breath away. “I disagree.”
I sink into him as our lips touch. I whimper in desperation, and he shushes me before going in for more.
The kiss is deep.
Rome’s mouth swallows mine, like he can’t get enough, and I’m right there to match every single stroke. My hips move on their own, my legs spread wider around his thighs, desperate to add fuel to the passion.
I lose my breath from the faint tracing of Rome’s fingers skimming the inside of my leg.
A sharp gasp comes between us with the touch of him moving my sleep shorts to the side, and I tremble everywhere.
“Stay quiet,” he whispers, breaking the kiss for a second before sealing our mouths again.
My nipples tighten with one swipe of his thumb. I bite down onto his lip, and his chest rumbles.
I arch my back with his finger inside of me, his palm against my clit. I move my body, too driven by lust to care that my brother could walk in at any given second.
“So perfect.” His words flutter across my neck, his lips pressing there next.
“Rome.” I force his name between my lips, and his shush brushes against my skin.
“You have to stay quiet, Princess. I’ll make you feel good, but just stay quiet.”
The thought alone sends me spiraling.
He palms my ass, his fingers delving beneath my shorts while he works me into a frenzy at the front. I grind over his hand and chase ecstasy like my life depends on it.
“That’s it,” he encourages in a low, gruff tone. “You’re doing so good being quiet.”
His words are like gasoline to a fire. My body burns bright, the orgasm right there, dangling in front of me, until I’m tipped over the edge and melting right into his hands.
