I’ve stopped paying attention to where we are or if the cab’s moving. The only noises I can hear are the ones that Roman can’t trap. I know he’s got to be hard by now. My palm’s itching with the need to feel for myself and finally take that next step.
After months of using nothing but silicone, I’m so fucking ready to feel the real thing.
Before I can make that conclusion, Roman takes the hand creeping toward his lap and links our fingers. He settles our joined hands against his chest and pulls back, stealing his throat from me.
I frown, eyes latched on the marks I know must be there but are invisible in the dark cab. His smirk distracts me long enough that I can regain some control of myself. I swallow when he finally slips his fingers from my pussy and brings them to his lips, sucking the taste of me from them.
“We’re here,” he tells me, sounding more composed than I feel despite the heat gobbling his pupils.
My chin dips subtly, mind still foggy. “We’re here.”
His touch is feather-soft as he tucks my hair behind my ear and grazes his fingertip down my jawline. “Let’s go.”
He doesn’t wait for me to agree before he’s paying the driver and reaching down to unbuckle my seat belt. Once I’m free, he takes my hand and helps me out of the cab.
Everything happens in such a blur that I can do nothing but tug my dress down and try not to trip on my heels as we walk through the night and into the hotel. We don’t stop until we’re in front of the gold elevator doors. Roman hits the Up arrow and settles at my side, turned toward me just enough to shield my body from anyone who could be walking by.
It’s not needed, but that doesn’t stop me from reading too far into it and smiling to myself. Despite the stickiness on my inner thighs and discomfort of wearing panties that are wet enough tofeel a size too tight, I don’t hide my grin. Then, I let my laugh tumble free.
It’s loud, maybe too loud for such a high-end, quiet hotel lobby. I can’t stop it once I start. Roman’s attention snaps to me, and I watch as his eyebrow lifts, eyes sweeping across my face like he’s looking for some sort of explanation for my sudden burst of happiness.
I press a hand to his chest, quieting myself just long enough to tell him, “You’re a lot more fun than I thought.”
“Is that right? All because I made you come in the back of a cab?”
He’s battling a smile, and that has butterflies swooping low in my stomach. His hand finds my face again, tucking my messy hair back the same way he’s done often tonight. I blink reluctantly, not wanting to miss even a second of this.
“Amongst other things,” I reply teasingly.
“Enlighten me.”
The elevator doors slide open with a ding. Neither of us moves for a long, heavy moment. I take a single step forward, hovering my lips against his.
“You’ll see.”
23
ROMAN
I’m such a fucking fool.
I knew it when I first joined After Hours, and I’m even more sure of it now as I enter the elevator with Wesley Hayes’ little sister, her taste still on my tongue and fingers. The warning alarms have been silent since we got in the cab together.
Brielle’s far more beautiful than any woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on, and I’ve never been more conscious of how far out of my league she is than this moment. There is not one single part of her that I’ve come to learn about that doesn’t draw me closer or intensify my need to find the rest of the unexplored pieces of her.
The elevator doors have just barely closed when I take Brielle by the shoulder and guide her deeper inside. My mouth drops to hers and parts her lips without hesitation, our tongues meeting instantly. The growl in my chest intensifies as this unfamiliar beast takes form in my chest and feasts on her taste and every pretty noise filling my mouth.
Her hands move all over my body, never settling in one place for too long. My hair, neck, chest, and back, she leaves nowhere untouched, unexplored. She yanks her lips away long enough that she can look down at where her trembling fingers have started undoing my shirt buttons. I steal them again, not willingto lose a fucking second now that I’ve given in to this. It’s easier for me to join her in undoing my shirt instead.
“I want you, Roman,” she declares, eyes clashing with mine.
I grab her waist, hitching her against my front. A sharp intake of breath is the first reaction she has to the new connection. To feeling my hard cock against her middle. I’m this aroused because of her and only her. It’s been this way for too many months to count right now.
“You know I want you just as badly. Maybe more,” I declare.
She lowers her lashes, watching me through the slit beneath them. “More? I doubt it.”
I tap the space beneath her chin to lift it before pressing my thumb into her bottom lip. She swallows, then slowly opens, allowing me the space to guide the digit into her mouth. Her shudder is immediate while her tongue lashes, andfuck—it’s too much.
