He had no shirt. His jeans were around his thighs, ready to come off. His balls were still over the top of his underwear, erection standing at attention.
Yet, Sadie was still wearing most of the clothing she’d come in the room with.
And that was a travesty.
First, he shucked his pants and underwear. Then he went to work on Sadie.
“I’ve taken a lot of pictures,” he said, grazing the length of her neck with his teeth. “You in this moment? It makes all of them look like a drawing done by a preschooler.”
Her chest heaved, breasts round and lush. “I’ve seen your photos, that’s not true.”
He held her face between his palms. “You’re the most honest thing I’ve ever put my eyes on.”
Her gaze slipped to the left. “I’m a lawyer. We don’t get called honest often.”
He adjusted her so her gaze held his once more. “You’re my Sadie.”
And that was the truth of any question he would ever be asked. She was Sadie. The best of the best. More than she knew. More than she believed.
“You have the kind of beauty that can’t be captured by a camera. The kind that lives in the picture of a memory. The kind that has nothing to do with the beauty of appearance and everything to do with the beauty of who you really are.”
Her expression softened. “Then why are you nearly naked and I’m not?”
“Because you’re that much better than me.” He chuckled and nuzzled her neck, his hands tracing up the inside of her thighs under her skirt. He pulled the edge of her cotton panties aside, finding her core and giving it the kind of attention that made her gasp.
He worked her skirt up over her hips to her waist and stared at the bare expanse of Sadie.
Fuck it. He was about to enjoy the hell out of this and gorge on all things Sadie.
Mouth to her core, he sucked and licked and reveled in the scent and taste of the woman he’d missed more than words could describe.
“Thank you for not kicking me out of the party tonight,” he said between strokes with his tongue.
She was Sadie, so he knew a reply was imminent. It would likely be something witty. He didn’t want her debating with herself or him while he was between her legs, so he did the tongue thing that had always gotten her attention before. It didn’t fail him.
“Rome,” she said on a breath, not even starting any kind of tirade about lingerie.
She said his name as her heels dug into his back. He knew that meant she appreciated his ability to suck and lick at the same time.
“How do you do that?” she said on a gasp.
He had no idea, but he was pretty proud of the tongue thing, if he did say so himself. He stroked her thighs in response to her question, unwilling to break the seal of what he was doing between her legs.
The heels at his back dug harder. Yeah, if he would be a betting man, he’d guess she was about ten seconds from—
She let out a gasp and her sex clenched right where his tongue was.
Uh-huh. That’s what he thought.
With her legs wrapped around his head, heels at his back, and hands in his hair, he continued his persistence between her legs, letting a photo of the moment develop in his mind.
“I forgot how good you are at that,” she finally said, her voice breathy as she came down from the high of her orgasm.
He lifted his face from her core. He kissed her right at the center of her pleasure spot before crawling up her entirely-too-dressed body.
Sadie caught his gaze.
“What am I going to do with you?” she asked.
