Roman (Raleigh Raptors #2) - Samantha Whiskey Page 0,63

other, my body a coiled spring from all the teasing we’d done to each other.

“Delicious,” he growled against my sensitive flesh, teasing my clit with his tongue.

I arched against him, electricity gathering a building like a storm as he continued to tongue me.

“Roman,” I moaned when he slid two fingers inside me, stretching me with fast pumps as he sucked my clit into his mouth. “Omigod!” I screamed, my fingers fisting his dark hair as I flew apart, his tongue swirling and flicking me through the aftershocks.

My heart raced as he shifted beneath me, gently settling my heels on the floor on either side of him. He licked his lips, grinning up at me.

“Come here,” I said, scooting off the chair to settle him on it. No sooner had he sat than I straddled his lap, my back to his chest, my ass teasing his cock that was apparently ready for round two.

He trailed the tip of his tongue along my spine, and I reached between us, guiding his hard length to my slick entrance, and sank atop him to the hilt.

“Damn,” he hissed, his hands on my hips as I took control of the pace.

My mind spun, my breaths ragged as I rocked atop him, taking him in entirely only to pull out and do it all over again. I rode him until we were both trembling on the edge, until we were both slick with sweat. I took control, owning my pleasure and his with each raise of my hips, with each pass of our bodies as we crashed together over and over again.

“I love you,” I said through a broken moan as my body reached that sweet edge once again.

“I love you,” he said, his hand sliding around to play with my clit as I rocked above him.

His words, his touch, undid me. Sent me flying apart above him, shattering me into a thousand tiny pieces. He followed right behind me, spilling inside me with a sweet heat and a growl that made my bones melt.

Roman held me in place, his chin tucking over my shoulder to kiss up the column of my neck. “Beautiful,” he sighed against my skin.

I leaned my head back against his shoulder, catching my breath as love and happiness filled my soul so much I was pretty sure it was healing.

Not just from Roman’s love, but from my own love.

Because he’d helped me love myself again. With that, I knew I could give him every piece of me—the dark and the light. The real and the raw.

Roman had made me whole.

And I had a lifetime to thank him for it.

15

Roman

Cars packed the street in front of the row of houses Teagan and I had grown up in. Thanksgiving was always crowded, and this year was no exception. It didn’t matter how many times I offered my house up to the mess Mom endured when it came to hosting dinner, she never took me up on it.

Just like she never let me buy her another house.

The fact that I’d paid off this one with my signing bonus had earned me nearly a month of the silent treatment, but what was I supposed to have done with those millions? Sit tight on them and not thank my parents for raising me?

“Thanks for helping with the dishes.” Mom smiled, putting away a stack of plates.

“No problem.” Helping with dinner wasn’t ever allowed, Mom always looked at me like I might screw up one of her signature dishes. But doing those dishes? Yeah, that was always up for grabs.

“How the hell did you get a parking spot?” My sister asked as she sailed through the door in a set of pale blue scrubs.

“Mom put out a construction cone. Don’t be pissed that Matt took your spot.”

“He what?” Her mouth dropped. “Stupid boys.”

“Hey, you married that stupid boy.”

She smacked my shoulder, and I flicked sudsy water at her.

“Knock it off, Elena. You, too, Roman.” Mom looked Elena up and down and shook her head. “Tough shift?”

“Always. Did I make it in time for pie?” Her eyes lit up.

“Of course. I saved you a plate. It’s in the oven. You’re too thin.” Mom launched straight into another lecture as I finished up the last of the pots, glancing at the clock every so often.

It was four-ten, which meant I had about an hour before I’d get to see Teagan.

Funny, the wall that separated our homes had always been a sort of comfort, but today I wanted to shred