He settled over her, letting her adjust to the weight and heat of him. Just when she thought her pulse had finished racing, he pressed his hard cock against her thigh, and her body was wound tight again, aching for the thing it wanted from the first time she locked eyes with him.
She hooked her leg around his hip, shifting his cock to her center. And he made a grating sound against her throat that moved through her like a current.
He skimmed his hand up her side and met her stare. “You sure?” His voice was hard in a way she’d never heard from him, even when he was giving orders like a drill sergeant.
She answered him by dragging his mouth back to hers.
The kiss wasn’t soft—it was claiming and all-consuming, spiraling on for long minutes. When she rocked her hips against his, it brought the head of his cock to her entrance, and they both froze.
He jerked as if she’d scalded him, and he threw out an arm to rip open the drawer of his nightstand.
He pushed onto his knees and attacked the condom wrapper like it was a sworn enemy. Then she fully saw Rome.
Allof him.
All impressive eight—nine—ten?—inches of him.
Her pussy clenched with desire to feel him filling her.
After he had the condom rolled over his length, she wrapped her arms around him and dragged him back to her.
With a groan, he captured her mouth and her body in one solid glide.
Her walls stretched around him, making her exhale in a broken rush. He stilled, forehead dropping to her temple, gripping her hip hard enough to leave a mark she was already deciding she didn’t mind.
She brought her fingers to his cheek, and that was all the answer he needed.
He moved.
Long, deep strokes that she felt everywhere—up her spine, at the backs of her knees and in her chest in a spot she was going to have to deal with later.
She dug her fingers into his muscles and held on for every mind-blowing thrust.
He buried his face in the side of her neck, breath rasping hard in her ear.
This man…her protector and now her lover…was ripping her apart. Not because of what he was doing, but because of what holding back was costing him.
She turned her lips into his. “Rome.”
He drove deeper and she gasped against his cheek.
After that, her mind blanked. There was only the push and pull, the low rumbles he made against her skin and her answering whimpers. And the tension that wound tighter and tighter until she let it take her a second time.
She wrapped her arms and legs around his hard body, clutching him like an anchor. His name lodged in her throat, but she couldn’t do more than open her mouth wide as her second orgasm tore through her in a sharp wave.
He stiffened, hips jerking hard and his cock buried deep. Then he issued a guttural sound, his whole body releasing even as he gathered her closer.
They rode the tide of pleasure together, locked in each other’s arms. For long minutes, neither of them moved.
She waited for him to roll away and create the distance he’d been engineering since the beginning.
He didn’t.
She breathed in the scent of him and tried to make sense of what was happening. The man who was always ready to keep her out…had just let her in.
He traced a slow line along her hip, making her wonder if crazy things were going through his head too.
The concrete walls of the base muffled sounds, but she picked up boots on the floor and the small noises that reminded her that a world existed beyond this door. And they were both going to have to put the shattered pieces of themselves back together, and hope that no one noticed when they walked out there again.
