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Her teeth sink into her trembling bottom lip, her throat working like she’s trying to swallow something down.
I cradle her face in my hands, my thumbs catching her tears. “You are so much more than your physical body. So much more than you give yourself credit for.” I pause. “Anyone who’s ever made you feel otherwise is either too stupid to see it, or too afraid of how brightly you’d shine if you saw if for yourself.”
There’s a flash of understanding in her denim blue eyes, as if she’s hearing it for the first time, and my heart aches at the realization.
If that’s the only thing she takes away from our time together, that’s good enough for me.
I pull her closer, our lips pressing together in a soft, featherlike kiss as the need inside me ignites. She tastes like champagne, sweet and crisp, like angry tears and summer thunderstorms. I’ll never understand the rejection and scrutiny she’s had to live with. But I’ll do everything in my power to prove just how wrong they are.
We’re a tangle of limbs as my tongue sweeps over her bottom lip and I pull her into my lap.
She lets out a desperate moan as her legs wrap around my waist, and I chase her tears with my lips.
A single cold raindrop hits my flushed skin, then another, then a third. A crack of thunder rumbles far off in the distance, and then the rain falls all at once like someone dumping a bucket over us.
Kira breaks our kiss and tips her face toward the sky, letting the rain soak her through. She throws her arms wide in surrender, as if she’s finally letting go of everything she’s been holding onto, her tears disappearing in the rain.
I stare at her, my chest tight. She’s so beautiful I can barely breathe.
She lets out a noise somewhere between a howl and a scream just as a bolt of lightning splits the sky, making us both jump.
A second later, a dark, squealing blur rockets past us, and we both dissolve into laughter. One thing about Tilly—she doesn’t fuck with storms.
“Let’s get you inside before you summon a tornado.” I scoop Kira up and carry her toward the pool house where Matilda is already waiting for us.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Kira
Roman’s mouth stays fused to mine as he carries me the short distance to the pool house, kicking the door open. The blast of cold air against my rain-soaked body makes my nipples tighten, and goosebumps race over my skin.
He sets me down and crowds me against the counter, his erection pressing into my ass as he strips the soaked dress over my head. It hits the floor with a wet thwack, leaving me in nothing but my matching black lace bra and thong.
My body is a live wire, buzzing from the intimate moment we just shared. Opening up has never come easily to me, but Roman keeps finding new ways to slip past my defenses without even trying. I find myself wanting to tell him things, just so one person knows the real me.
He makes me feel safe, like I could be anyone I want to be. When I look into those big brown eyes, I am grounded and supported, like I know no matter how lost in my head I get, no matter how high I float, he’ll always be there to anchor me back down to safety.
His kisses grow hungrier, fingers sliding through my wet hair and gripping as he moves from my lips down to my neck.
“Fuck me…” he grits out, words breaking off as he squeezes my ass.
I love how vocal he is, always complimenting me and making me feel sexy and desirable in my body. A surge of confidence courses through me and I bite my lip. “If you’re a good boy and make me come, then I’ll consider it.”
His breath is a deep growl in my ear as he slides a hand up my stomach, pulling me flush against his strong form. “Hands on the counter.”
I happily oblige, my pussy already throbbing in anticipation.
His shirt lands on the ground at our feet. I sense his heat as he kisses the back of my neck, his breath warm against my ear. “Tell me how you want me to make you come, sweet girl.”
A shiver moves through me as he drags a knuckle down my spine and unclasps my bra. It falls at my feet, my nipples achingly hard as his fingers continue their gentle exploration.
“I want your mouth,” I say on a hiss as he drives me crazy, touching me everywhere but where I need him to most.
I can feel his smile against my shoulder between kisses, the scruff on his jaw scraping deliciously against my skin. “Yes, ma’am.”
His warm kisses move down my back as he makes his painful, slow descent to his knees. He gives my ass an appreciative stroke before dipping his fingers beneath the waistband of my thong and sliding it down my legs.
The damp fabric drags down my inner thighs, and my pussy clenches at his touch. “You’re already soaked for me, aren’t you baby?” He slides a finger over my sensitive lips, then licks his fingers clean.
