Page 61 of Taking What Was His

She looked down and then back up at him. “What are you talking about?”

“I knew I was falling in love with you, but your bunny slippers finished me off.”

She looked down, confused. “Why?”

“Because any woman that can look extremely hot in bunny slippers is it for me.”

She chuckled and then squeaked when he lifted her in his arms.

“Tell me now if this is a no-go, baby.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled up at him. “I think it’s a go.”

He exhaled in relief and started for the stairs, which he took two at a time.

He laid her on her mattress and pulled off the slippers and then went for her robe. He just about swallowed his tongue at the sexy little white nightgown she was wearing.

“Holy shit,” he hissed.

She giggled.

He ripped his shirt, shoes, socks, and pants off, leaving him in nothing but black boxers. He pulled out a condom and set it by the pillow. He let her look him over before he lay down beside her and placed his hand on her stomach and rested up on his other elbow so he could see her.

She reached up and smoothed out the frown between his eyebrows. “Can you tell me what happened?”

“Little girl was murdered, and we think her father did it to get back at her mom.”

“Oh, my God. That’s terrible. I don’t know how you do your job.”

“Sometimes, it really sucks, but when you help people like the girls that were smuggled in, it helps offset the bad ones.”

She wrapped an arm around his neck. “Make love to me.”

He groaned. He’d been waiting to hear those words from her for a few weeks. Now that he was finally with her, he felt like he was going to blow before he even got in her.

He let her take the lead with the kiss, but it wasn’t long before he took over and thrust his tongue into her mouth to duel with hers.

He pulled away when they both moaned. Her nightgown was getting in the way, so he stripped her of it and then groaned when he got his first look at her body. Her breasts were larger than he thought they’d be, but then she never really wore anything form-fitting.

He knew she had great hips because he’d seen her in jeans several times. His palms always itched to grip them and hold her to him.

He watched her face as he slid his hand up to encase one of her breasts. He smiled when her back arched off the mattress. He bent and retook her mouth as his fingers and palm caressed both of her breasts, learning what made her hot.

He waited until she was writhing before he slowly moved down and slid his hand under her panties to cup her moist heat.

“Oh, Jesus, baby.” He started to push a thick, blunt-tipped finger into her. She was so tight. Tighter than he thought she’d be or what he ever felt with a woman. He had to remind himself she hadn’t been with a man in five years, so he needed to make it good for her, and at the same time not hurt her.

“Please, Roman.”

“I know, baby. Give me just a little longer to get you ready. The last thing I want to do is hurt you.”

She bit down on her lip and tried to hold back her moans.

His finger pumped into her a few times before he added another one. He thrust into her at the same time, sucked and nipped at her nipples, making her go wild. He gritted his teeth when her nails dug into his shoulders. His need matched hers, and he didn’t know how much longer he’d be able to hold on.

“Please, Roman,” she begged.

That’s all it took. He stripped her of her panties and then took off his boxers and rolled on a condom. He tucked her under him and kissed her again, showing her with his lips and tongue how much he wanted her.