Roman (Raleigh Raptors #2) - Samantha Whiskey Page 0,40

no substitute for you.” My stomach flipped, and my entire body tensed, waiting for her verdict.

“You…want me?” She stared at me like she’d never seen me before.

“I’ve always wanted you.”

She swallowed, lifted her chin, and pulled on the robe’s tie. The knot slid free, and then she rolled her shoulders, sending the silk fluttering to the floor in a deafening whisper.

I nearly swallowed my fucking tongue.

She was naked. Wholly, and beautifully naked. Her breasts were heavy and lush, tipped with pale pink nipples that made my mouth water, and her ribs narrowed to the indent of her waist, only to flare to the fullness of her hips. I gripped my towel at the sight of that strip of dark blond hair between her thighs. She gave all new meaning to the word hourglass.

She wasn’t just gorgeous, she was perfect.

“Say something,” she whispered, her breasts rising and falling with each quick breath.

“God. Teagan.” My eyes ran up and down her frame again, memorizing each detail just in case this was the only time I got to see her like this. “You’re stunning.”

She smiled and came forward, keeping her eyes locked on mine as she reached for the towel in my hands.

Then her fingers traced the line of the towel at my hips. My abs tightened on reflex, and my swelling cock was no-doubt distorting the material, but I didn’t move. If I so much as lifted a finger, I’d be all over her.

“I want you,” she said softly, curling one finger between the towel and my skin without looking away.

Fuck YES. My jaw flexed with the effort it took to keep that thought to myself. “You’re going to have to be really explicit about what it is you want, T, because I’m not about to take this somewhere you’ll regret. You mean too much to me.”

She glanced down, watching her finger slide from one of my hips to the other. Her touch electrified every one of my nerve endings.

“I was hoping you might want to take me to bed.”

My dick jumped, and my hands curled into fists. “Look at me.”

Her eyes met mine, crystal blue and free of any doubt.

“We end up in bed together every night, so I’m going to ask you one more time to tell me what you want, T.” I’d sooner cut my dick off than make any assumptions when it came to Teagan.

She dragged her tongue across her lower lip, and I stifled a groan. With a quick tug of her finger, the towel abandoned my hips and fell to the floor. “I want you to fuck me.”

Holy shit, I was going to come, and I hadn’t even touched her. Just hearing that word from her mouth was enough to send me higher than I’d ever been.

“You’re sure?” I could feel my control unraveling, like there was a nuclear countdown in my head, warning me that I was nearly past the point of no return. There was no asking why. No questioning her motives. If she wanted me, that was good enough for my reasoning, because logic had checked out the second she’d dropped the robe.

Ten.

“I’m sure.” Her eyes drifted down my body, her breath quickening at each spot her gaze lingered. “Can I touch you?”

Nine.

“You can do whatever you want with me.” I meant it. My body was hers to do as she wished—everything or nothing at all. The woman could take a tattoo gun to my skin for all I cared.

Eight.

Her fingers trailed along the sides of my abs, headed for my hips. Seven. “I always loved these. It’s like you were carved with a chisel.”

Six.

“Wow.” Her eyes flared as she stared at my cock, hard and insistent as it rose between us.

Five.

She grasped it lightly, curling her fingers around my length and squeezing softly.

Four.

Pleasure rocketed through my system like a tidal wave.

Threetwoone.

“Teagan,” I groaned, tunneling my hands through the damp strands of her hair and bringing her face to mine. I kissed her hard, sliding my tongue into her mouth and rubbing it against hers.

She melted into the kiss, releasing my aching cock and winding her arms around my neck.

I kissed her until we were both drunk on it, arching into each other to get closer. Then I filled my hands with her naked ass and lifted her without breaking our kiss. She gasped in surprise, but only kissed me back harder as I carried her to my bed.

Four months. I’d had her in this bed almost every night for the last four