Roman (Raleigh Raptors 2) - Page 46

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“I need you,” she whimpered, her hands tight in my hair.

“You have me,” I promised, then flicked her clit. “You have all of me.”

“I need you inside me,” she clarified. “Please, Roman, please.”

It was the little break in her voice that forced me away from the heaven between her thighs, and the desperation in her eyes that mirrored the need raging through my body.

I stood, then kissed her hard and deep before spinning her to face the table.

She leaned over the expanse, offering me that delectably curved ass, and I nearly came right then. “Take me.”

“I keep promising you these slow, earth-shattering orgasms,” I muttered, lining up the head of my cock to her wet entrance. My hips jerked at the contact.

“You shatter my universe every time,” she said over her shoulder. “Now take me. I need you.” Her skin was flush with want, and damn if she wasn’t the most beautiful thing in the fucking world.

My hands locked on her hips, and I pushed in slowly, gritting my teeth against the mind-bending pleasure until I was seated in her so deep that I wasn’t sure where I stopped, and she began. Every time I took her was better than the last.

“Are you okay?” I asked, my muscles straining against the limits of my self-control.

“God, yes!” She pushed back against me.

That self-control I prized snapped, and I withdrew only to start a punishing, soul-bending rhythm that had us both gasping. She cried out with every thrust, pushing her ass back to meet me so I landed deeper and harder until we were both covered with the shine of sweat.

Fuck away games, I was never leaving her. I couldn’t go a day without her, without this all-consuming passion between us. She was the drug, and I was the addict.

Her cries grew louder and pitched higher as the music around us swelled, the piece driving toward its peak. That same peak was coiling within me, that tingle warning me that I was close. I reached around her hip and slid my fingers between her thighs, working her clit as I drove into her again and again.

“Roman…I’m…” She tensed beneath me, and I drove even deeper.

“You’re what?” I taunted, rubbing exactly the way she liked it. “You feel so fucking good around me, T. You fit like a damned glove.”

“I’m…” Her legs trembled, and I supported her hips so she wouldn’t fall.

“You coming for me, honey?” Another deep drive, another flick.


“Then come.” I bit down lightly on the flesh between her shoulder and neck at the same time that I pressed on her clit, driving into her so hard I nearly saw stars.

She came in a shudder, bucking her hips and calling my name.

I loved the way she came undone for me. Loved the trust she handed me with her body. Loved the way she laughed and smiled. Loved the fierceness of her heart and the purity of her soul. I just fucking loved her.

I pulled out of her as she came down from her high, then turned her to face me and lifted her to the table all in the same motion.

Her eyes were glazed and her cheeks bright with color as I gripped the back of her neck with one hand and pulled her ass to the edge of the table.

“I love you,” I said as I slid back inside her.

Her eyes flared, and she locked her ankles around my waist and her arms around my neck.

“I don’t just love you, Teagan. I’m in love with you. I have been for years, and I’m done hiding it.” I stroked hard and deep, earning a moan from those sweet lips. “I don’t care if it’s too soon, or if this is insanity. I’ve always loved you.” I punctuated my sentences with deep thrusts, holding back my orgasm by sheer force of will. “I will always love you.”

“Roman,” she cried.

“Only you, Teagan.”

Her eyes shimmered with tears. “I love you, too.”

Relief and joy slammed into me simultaneously, and for the first time in my life, I felt totally and completely whole.

I slowed my pace but kept my thrusts deep—just the way she liked it—making love to her with everything I had to offer. It was all hers, anyway. Only after she came again, gasping my name against my lips, did I let go and fall over that sweet abyss, coming so hard I saw the lights flash behind my eyes.

Our breathing slowed as the cello played on through the speaker, our gazes locked as we clung to each other.

“I know it’s not fair,” I blurted as the guilt kicked in. How the hell could I dump that on her, knowing I’d never be able to give her what she wanted.

“What?” She pulled back just far enough to scan my features as she caressed my cheek with her thumb.

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