He kind of hoped she’d go for bent over. And soon.
“Pick your position,” Roman said, the words rough against her collarbone.
“Gentleman’s choice,” she replied, clearly trying for serious and failing miserably.
“I’m thinking let’s roll with however it goes,” he said, a plan already forming in his mind. The kind of plan that made his already hard erection turn to steel.
But she was already taking the lead on this little party, going down between them with her hand on his erection, priming him for what came next. Sadie used her thumb to rub the tip of him, and if she kept that up, there was a very distinct possibility he’d be going down on her instead of going in her because he’d come on the spot.
She must’ve caught his vibe, because she turned toward the lounge and splayed her hands over the smooth surface of the backrest, totally draped over his prop furniture.
Stepping behind her, his front to her back, he moved his hand down her stomach, over the skirt bunched at her waist, and to her sweet spot. A moan fell from her parted lips. He slid one finger inside, testing her, seeing where she was.
Given the way her sex clenched around his finger and the damp heat of her wrapped around him, she was as ready for him as he was for her.
She moved against his hand, rocking as he pulled his finger out and pushed back in with two.
He ran his other hand over her breasts, unbuttoning her top and sticking his hand inside. Removing his other hand from her wet center, he guided himself to her core and took a mental picture of the moment so he’d never forget.
He entered her and Sadie whimpered. Hell, if he were being honest, he did, too.
She gripped the edge of the lounge as he moved inside her, his thighs pressed against her. He didn’t remove himself to slam back inside. As much as she wanted to go fast, this wasn’t quick sex.
With Sadie, it never would be.
No, he stayed seated inside the woman he knew in his soul he wanted forever.
He just had to give her time to come to the same conclusion.
“Don’t stop, Rome,” she said, breathless.
He moved his hips, his hand tracing along her shoulder blade to the collar of her blouse.
Still seated inside her, he leaned in, his lips to her ear.
“I fucked up,” he said, pressing harder into her core, grinding inside.
Sadie gasped, her body moving against his. His hand at her collar once again traced the column of her throat.
“I fucked up,” he said again, withdrawing just enough so he could press back inside.
“Mmmm,” she said, her body strung taught.
With his palm resting against the column of her throat, he said, “I waited for you, Sadie.”
She mewed but pressed back against him—the heat of her core surrounding him, her ass pressed to his thighs.
“Didn’t know that’s what I was doing. But I waited.” He pulled back and rearranged himself so that the head of his shaft was barely outside her opening—touching but not entering.
God, she felt good.
She leaned back, her body clearly searching for him.
“I waited for you,” he continued, “because you’re worth it.” He pressed his erection against her opening, not entering, just allowing them to be in the moment.
Sadie shifted, moved, searched for the whole of him.
“I need you,” she said on a whimper when her opening found his erection.
