Stina had been patient long enough.
Rome was right here, warm and solid and finally back from his mission, and she was done waiting.
She pushed him back onto the pillow and worked her way down his body the way she’d been daydreaming about.
She skated her mouth down his stomach to the ridge of muscle above his hip.
He issued a rough noise, and she met his stare. His jaw was locked, his eyes dark and fixed on her face.
She dipped her head and took him into her mouth.
The sound he made—low, grating, involuntary and barely contained—went straight through her. She worked him slow and thorough, hollowing her cheeks and drawing on his thick length until his fists curled into her hair.
Unable to hold it back, she moaned around him and closed her eyes. The taste of him, the weight of him, the way he fisted her hair without pulling, all made her mind spin with desire.
She withdrew on him slowly, inch by slow inch, flicking her eyes up at him as she swirled her tongue over the tip and gathered his precum.
“Christ, baby—” He pulled her up his body.
“I wasn’t finished.”
“I won’t last if you keep going.” He claimed her mouth, the kiss brutal at first and all-consuming. When she tore away, gasping, she went straight for one of the condoms in his side table.
“Stina.” Her name came out as a warning and a plea at the same time.
She smiled at him as she tore it open. Rolling it down his length, she watched his expression, her blood sparking with every heartbeat.
His gaze locked on her face as she straddled him. And in one slow glide, she sank over his cock.
“Fuck!” He jerked his hips upward, filling her to the hilt.
She braced her hands on his chest and began to roll her hips, and he gripped them as if she were the only thing anchoring him to the earth.
She rocked faster, taking him in slow increments. Suddenly, his hands were everywhere, skimming over her body and cupping her breasts before dancing over her ribs and around to her back, like he was trying to touch every part of her at once.
She found her rhythm, taking him harder, faster. Her inner walls clenched around him as the pressure built low in her core.
What worried her was the way he made herfeel.Inside.
She knew how she got. When it came to guys, she threw herself all in, diving headfirst and coming up with her emotions ripped to shreds in her hands and nowhere to put them.
Every relationship, every guy seemed worth the risk, right up until the point where things got too complicated.
She pushed all thoughts of those guys out of her mind and focused on the man inside her.
Rome’s jaw was tight, his eyes burning. He tensed beneath her, his grip on her hips tight, his breaths ragged.
He lifted her off him and flipped her onto her stomach. As he yanked her hips back and up, driving into her from behind, she gasped into the pillow.
In one quick shove, he settled against the throb in her core.
She bit back a cry of bliss as he drove into her hard. His cock took her right to the very brink before he felt her starting to shake and then he’d back off.
But when his lips found the back of her neck and he grazed his teeth and tongue across her skin, she couldn’t stop what was happening to her body—or her heart—anymore.
He snaked a hand beneath her and found her clit with his fingers. The pressure sent stars shooting across her vision, and her mind blanked to everything but ecstasy as he took her over the edge.
“Jack! I’m—” The release tore through her in a wave that left her shaking.