Beautifully Stolen - Charity Parkerson Page 0,29
there wasn’t a secret exhibitionist living inside him. Brett was a too skinny guy who didn’t look anything like Roman. Roman had cut muscles and a godlike physique, and the fact that Brett’s only concern was how he looked was mind-blowing. He should be horrified at the thought of people watching him like that. Except he wasn’t. Brett’s entire body ached with desire. While most of his lust was thanks to Roman’s show, Brett couldn’t deny some of his arousal stemmed from Roman’s accusations.
A knock landed on his hotel room door. His heart skipped a beat. Brett took a steadying breath. He had a few surprises for Roman and he couldn’t wait to see the man’s face. Brett opened the door. He caught a flash of Roman’s heated expression before Roman overtook him. Brett heard the door slam as his feet left the floor. Roman’s tongue invaded his mouth as he tore at Brett’s clothes. He didn’t have many since he had been dressed for bed. Brett fruitlessly fought to catch his breath. Roman obviously hadn’t come to talk.
Brett’s back hit the mattress. He swore the room spun. Rough fingers probed at his asshole, coating him with lube, and fucking with Brett’s mind. He had no clue how Roman managed to find lube in his frenzy. Brett switched between clawing at Roman’s skin and scratching at the sheets. His body was on fire. Nothing mattered but the arousal. Before his brain had time to catch up, Roman was inside him. Then things slowed. Roman’s touch turned to a caress. His body rocked against Brett’s. He kissed Brett softly. Reverently. Brett’s heart sighed.
Roman kissed a path to Brett’s ear. “I’ve missed you.” He thrust. “Goddamn, I’ve missed you.”
Brett’s throat swelled and his eyes burned. He could feel himself falling for Roman and it was terrifying. Brett had never been more frightened of the way someone made him feel. Roman changed angles and Brett saw stars. Everything ceased to matter beyond the needs of his body.
“Damn. Make that sound again.”
Brett had no idea he had made any noises. There was no chance he could duplicate the sound. Roman thrust hard. Brett almost came from the ecstasy of his perfect stroke.
“Yes,” Roman praised. “That’s it. I want your cum coating my skin. Let me have it.” Roman didn’t stop hitting that perfect spot until the pressure won, tearing a cry from Brett. His body jerked as the pleasure rocked him to his core. A sexy-as-hell roar tore from Roman, making Brett’s orgasm hit twice as hard. “Fuck,” Roman growled against his ear. “You really are fucking perfect, aren’t you?”
Happiness swelled in Brett’s chest. Laughter burst from him with no permission from his brain. His entire body shook with elation. “That was the most well-prepared spontaneous sex I’ve ever had. Were you wearing a condom when you got here?”
Roman’s breathless laughter brushed his ear along with a kiss. “I didn’t want to waste any time and take a chance of you shutting me down. Like I said, I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.”
Brett couldn’t stop smiling as he ran his fingers through Roman’s hair and caressed his back. He didn’t let his mind wander and overthink anything. Brett simply savored the moment of their bodies molded with cum gluing them together. “I have loathed every second I haven’t been able to hold you like this.”
At Brett’s confession, Roman’s lips found his. Brett was in heaven, but a hint of reality intruded. He broke their kiss. “You didn’t let me seduce you with flowers and wine.”
Roman pressed his forehead to Brett’s. “Baby, you seduced me with bitchy comments over a year ago. Every other second with you that hasn’t been like this one has just been torment.”
Euphoria had Brett smiling like an idiot. “I’ve never met anyone else who gets turned on by bitchiness.”
He felt more than saw Roman shrug. “It takes a certain level of passion to have that much fire. What can I say? You press all the right buttons with me. I just want to be with you.”
The swelling was back in Brett’s throat. He had come here the second his doctor had given him the okay to drive again, determined to sweep Roman off his feet. Instead, Roman kept blowing him away. Brett wasn’t sure any longer which of them was doing the chasing, but Brett knew his heart had been stolen. There was no denying that.
As reality slowly came back to him, Roman realized he was probably