His eyes shut, and he rests his forehead against mine.
“What did you just say?” I ask breathlessly.
Rome moves his mouth over my ear, his fingers digging into my skin as he grips my waist. “I said…that I’m in love with you.”
Everything stops.
My breathing.
My heart.
“Now, tell me, Princess…” Rome’s teeth skim my earlobe, and I’m floating.“Has anyone taken you in your childhood bedroom before? Or will I be the first?”
He pulls back, and our eyes lock. The fall is endless when it comes to him. I just continue to slip right into his arms.
I shake my head slowly.
“So I’ll be the first?”
I nod.
“Thank God,” he murmurs.
Our lips collide, and we can’t seem to get close enough. I meet him halfway with every slow thrust. His hands are everywhere. He’severywhere.
I look up into his eyes, and he pushes in deeper. He keeps a hold of my gaze, sliding out slowly before doing it again.
“Rome.” His name quietly falls off my lips.
The build-up is too much.
I’m not sure where I start and he ends. Everything is messy, in the most wholesome way.
I dig my fingers into his shoulders when the knot in my lower stomach begins to untie.
“Let yourself fall over the edge,” he murmurs against my mouth. “I’ll catch you.”
My orgasm starts off slow, unraveling thread by thread before it completely takes over, and I’m lost. I don’t know where I am, and I don’t care.
Rome puts his hand over my mouth to keep my moans quiet. His head falls to my shoulder, and then he stills inside of me a heartbeat later. Heat mingles in between my legs, and I’m on fire.
There’s a light sheen of sweat on his hairline when he slowly leans back, his hands still wrapped around my waist, keeping me still.
“Wow,” I whisper.
It’s the only thing I can say.
Rome nods.
Seconds stretch, our eyes both bouncing back and forth between each other, with so many quiet thoughts lingering.
“Aunt Tessa?” Vivian calls from the hallway. “Did Rome find you?”
Rome panics. “Fuck.”
He’s out of me within a second, and we both bend in search of our pants. Rome zips his jeans up, and I'm still searching for my panties.
“Oh, fuck it,” I hiss, quickly shoving one leg in my jeans and then the other before Rome is pulling on the denim and zipping them for me.
