Roman (Raleigh Raptors #2) - Samantha Whiskey Page 0,41
months dreaming of this very thing, and now I had her. Maybe it was only for tonight. I wasn’t about to question it. I was going to make the most of every second that I had her here.
I laid her out on top of my comforter, and she quickly reached for the light as I slid over her, settling between her thighs and bracing my weight on an elbow so I didn’t crush her.
“What are you doing?” I grasped her wrist carefully and brought it to my mouth so I could press a kiss against the delicate skin.
Her flush deepened.
I grinned. “Oh no. You were bold enough to drop that robe.”
“I just…” she looked away.
“You are gorgeous, T. There’s not a part of you that doesn’t turn me on, if you can’t tell.” I rolled my hips, sliding my erection against the soft skin of her inner thigh.
“I can tell.” Her voice went all breathless.
“Good. You have no idea how many times I’ve fantasized about this moment, and trust me, none of those fantasies included the lights being off.” I titled my head. “Okay, maybe one or two did, but this isn’t a movie theater or the backseat of my first car. This is happening with the lights on so I can see every single inch of this incredible body as you come undone.”
Her breath left in a rush.
“Unless you find something about me unappealing?” I arched a brow. There was always the chance that I really didn’t do it for her. Maybe she really was into the frat-guy look.
“You?” She shook her head, then ran her hands along my shoulders. “You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.”
My heart rate jumped at the praise. “Then we’re even because I’ve never seen a more perfect woman.”
She scoffed.
“Your eyes kill me,” I admitted. “Pretty sure you could break me with those baby blues, alone.”
Her lips parted, so I headed there next.
“These lips fuel my dreams.” I lowered my head and skimmed her mouth with mine. “I’ve thought about that kiss on the deck every minute of every day since it happened.”
“Even during a game?” she teased, then nipped my lower lip with her teeth.
“Why do you think I missed that hand-off against Chicago?” I grinned.
She laughed and ran her fingers through my hair.
I kissed the spot beneath her ear, and she shivered. “I love this neck.” Kiss by kiss, I moved down the smooth column, pausing to suck on the patches that made her squirm. Her hips moved beneath me, and she moaned when I bit gently where her neck met her shoulder.
“Roman.” She sighed.
“I fucking love hearing you say my name like that.” I reminded my dick to settle the fuck down and went back to worshipping Teagan. “God, T, your breasts are phenomenal.”
She arched her back, bringing them closer, and I pounced, drawing one nipple into my mouth and laving it with my tongue while shaping the other with my hand. These had starred in my fantasies.
I nibbled and sucked, then flicked my tongue across the stiffened peak as she cried out, her fingernails raking my scalp as she held me to her. Then I made sure the other breast didn’t feel left out. By the time I’d thoroughly aroused each breast, Teagan was writhing under me. I noted everything she liked, then did it again and again as I explored her body, reveling in the realization that she was in my arms.
I kissed every inch of her belly and flexed my hands on her generous hips as I made my way down. “You’re soft everywhere I’m hard.”
“You’re hard everywhere,” she argued.
“See? Perfectly matched.” I pressed a kiss just above that strip of darker blond hair.
She sucked in a breath.
“These fit right in my hands,” I said as I gripped the top of her thighs. “And they’re so damned perfect. Smooth and supple.” My eyes locked with hers as I spread them wider to make room for my shoulders.
Her breath hitched as I exposed her center.
Then I looked my fill, feeling my blood heat to a boil.
Fuck me, I wasn’t going to make it. She was so pink. So wet that she glistened. So. Fucking. Mine. All mine.
I meant to tease her with my fingers, to stroke her slowly and build her orgasm like a fucking masterpiece. Instead, I lost all control, and French kissed her pussy with deep thrusts of my tongue, spearing into her like a starving man.
“Ro…Roman!” she cried, her hands fisting in my hair.