He kissed her mouth, his erection digging into her hip.
She reached for it, running a hand along his shaft. A teardrop formed at the head. Yeah, his dick was weeping because Sadie was sated and ready to take care of him.
She sat up, taking Roman with her.
She released her grip on his shaft and reached around to the back waistband of her skirt to deal with the clasp there.
“I’ve got to…” She started to wiggle the skirt over her thighs. “Get this thing…”
Roman kissed Sadie until she fell backward on the bed. Then, with the precision of a man taught to handle intense situations that involved grenades and artillery, he pulled her skirt down over her thighs, across her knees, and tossed it aside.
“Rome,” she said on a gasp.
“Are you on the pill?” he asked.
He kept spare condoms in his nightstand, but the evening would be a helluva lot more fun if they didn’t have to go that route.
Her heady gaze cleared. “Yeah. Do you want—?”
Seeing as she was the only woman he ever had any intention of taking to bed again, yeah, he wanted.
“I’m clean.” His erection traced the inside of her thigh, settling right at the core where he’d just had his mouth.
“Me, too.” She said, the last word coming out muffled as his erection teased her entrance. “Pill, yes. We can do it without a—”
And that was all he needed. She was wet and ready, and he was beyond any sort of control. He entered her with a soft thrust. He did his best to be gentle and give her time to adjust to the weight of him.
Sadie moved against him.
Their eyes met. Their gazes melded.
This was it for him.
This was everything.
He released the restraint he’d been holding on to and let go, moving inside the woman he hoped like hell would let him call her his own. Someday.
Someday soon.
They had sex.
Amazing sex that involved a generous helping of orgasms.
Dammit, she knew better. She wasn’t a doe-eyed postgrad anymore.
What was she thinking? What was she doing? Sadie closed her eyes, draping her forearm across her eyelids as Roman slept beside her in his bed. He lay on his back with Sadie curled into his side, her calf draped over his thigh, and her core pressed against his hip.
Gah, she should roll over. Slink out of bed, get dressed, call roadside assistance or Marlee, re-air her tires, and move along.
Roman’s subconscious must’ve felt the shift inside of her because his arm flexed around her waist.
The problem was that she didn’t want to leave.
She wasn’t thrilled the rims of her tires were currently kissing rubber and asphalt, but she had to hand it to Babushka. The old woman knew how to get her way.
Babushka got exactly what she wanted.
So did I.
