Emotion clogged his throat as he remained poised at her entrance.
“Rome, please.” She pressed toward him.
“You’re everything,” he whispered as he drove back home, and fuck, that felt amazing. Seated inside Sadie, he held her around the waist.
She began to squirm on his dick.
He let his hand trail up under her shirt to her bra.
He pulled nearly out, then pressed inside again.
Sadie groaned.
He repeated the move and pulled at the edge of her bra cup so he could dip his hand inside. Massaging her breast, he traced her nipple as he thrust.
Sadie groaned, moving along with him.
The scent of her perfume hung in the air of his studio. Her thighs began to quiver in that way they did right before she came. She was close and, damn, so was he.
“I’ll wait as long as you need me to,” he said, not missing a beat.
“Rome,” she said on a breath. “I…”
For the first time since he’d known her, his Sadie had no words. He pulled her hair aside to press kisses along her neckline.
She whimpered.
They were both ready to spin out of control.
He moved his thumb to the sensitive nub of nerves at her core and pressed against it as he continued moving inside her. Sadie came, and when she did, she came hard around him, milking him so he followed immediately.
He held her against him, nuzzling her neck until they both came back down—panting and breathing hard. He meant every word he’d said.
Chapter Twenty-One
Roman caught his grandmother as she meandered past the lobby fountain on her way to the retirement home. He jogged toward her, catching her before she hit the exit. “Babushka, I need your help.”
His buddy from the bar, Rex, followed behind him.
“I’m going to start charging you,” she huffed with a glance and a raised eyebrow toward Rex.
“Etta.” Roman nodded to the other woman walking alongside his grandmother. “How do you feel about a little matchmaking?”
The other woman waved and continued walking.
“You’ll have to talk in her good ear if you want her help,” Babushka said.
“See you tomorrow,” Etta hollered on her way out the door.
Clearly, Roman hadn’t hit her good ear with his request.
That was okay, seeing that now he had his grandmother to himself. He glanced around to ensure they were alone before he spoke. “You didn’t need to do that to Sadie’s tires.”
She raised her chin and firmed her shoulders. “I admit nothing.”
Of course, she didn’t. Self-incrimination was definitely not her style.
“Rex here could use your brand of assistance,” Roman said, getting to the heart of it. He’d had lunch with Rex, and things weren’t going as swimmingly for Rex as they were for Roman. “I was thinking you might be able to helpme, helphim, helpthemrekindle it.”
