Roman (Raleigh Raptors #2) - Samantha Whiskey Page 0,62
felt like a match to gasoline.
“God, Teagan,” he growled. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
His words undid my restraint, my resolve, and I gave him a hazy grin as I stepped back enough to unzip my dress. The silk fluttered down my body, pooling around my ankles. I stepped out of the pile of fabric, leaving me in nothing but black lace and heels.
Roman hurried out of his suit jacket and shirt, discarding them atop my dress. He reached for his pants, but I chided him, slowly falling my knees, my fingers on his zipper.
His hard chest rose and fell as I unzipped his pants, tugging them and his boxer briefs down and throwing them over my shoulder until he was gloriously bare before me. I lightly dug my nails into his muscular thighs, my mouth watering at the sight of him—all smooth dark skin, carved muscles, and that perfectly hard cock that twitched when I dragged my nail down his shaft.
Roman hissed, his hips thrusting up off the chair as I gripped him.
The music shifted to a new song, this one with harder edges. I smiled up at him, flicking my tongue over his head, lapping up a drop of pre-come and relishing the taste of warm salt and pure Roman before standing to continue our dance.
The hard length of him slipped between my heat, the lace drenched from wanting him as I ground against him to the beat. He gripped my ass, holding on with a growl as I planted kisses along his chest before spinning to bend slightly, giving him an eyeful of my ass as I swayed to the music.
“Goddamn, Teagan,” he said, lightly smacking my ass. “You’re driving me crazy.”
I smiled at him over my shoulder, my head spinning with love and power and need. My body buzzed with an electric current of mutual love and respect and desire. God, there was such a difference between giving physical pleasure from a source of love as opposed to someone demanding it, expecting it, from a source of entitlement.
Emotion clogged my throat at the thought, at that dark truth I hadn’t been able to face for the past three years. And I spun again, dropping to my knees before Roman. My eyes met his for a moment—a question flickering behind his as he looked down at me.
I showed him everything—my love, my appreciation for all that he’d done for me, and my apology for being blind for so damn long. His fingers tunneled through my hair, but I dropped my head and took him in my mouth.
His hips thrust upward, a hiss escaping his lips as I devoured him. As I relished the feel of him between my lips, the taste of him. I showed him how much I loved him, how much I needed him, how much I wanted him. How much I would always want him.
I moaned when his grip tightened in my hair, loving the effect I had on him, loving the way he growled as he hardened inside my mouth.
“Teagan, fuck,” his voice was rough.
I upped my pace, taking him as far as I could before pulling out all the way, my lips popping around his cock, only to dive right in and do it again.
“T,” he growled. “Baby, I’m going to come.”
I moaned my response, swirling my tongue around his head, sucking harder. Heat flooded my body at the way he growled, my eyes flickering up to his.
“Fuck!” He hissed, throwing his head back as he found his release inside my mouth. I took it, swallowed it down with a satisfied smile as I gently pulled him from my lips.
“Goddamn,” he said again, his breath ragged as he reached for me. He hauled me off my knees, and before I could blink, he’d switched our places. He tugged at my hips until my ass was at the edge of the seat, him on his knees before me. His fingers hooked in the lace covering me, and he slid it down and over my heels, tossing it behind him before he propped my legs over his shoulders. “My turn,” he said, the warmth from his breath hitting my center and sending warm chills over my skin.
“Roman!” I gasped as he set his mouth on me. My heels dug into his back as he licked me from slit to clit, devouring me like I was his favorite flavor in the whole world.
I gripped his hair with one hand and the back of the chair with the