He steps around me. For a long second, he only looks.
I feel his gaze everywhere. On the lace barely covering my breasts. On the curve of my stomach. On my hips. On the tops of my stockings. On the place between my thighs where I’m already wet for him.
Roman looks at me like he wants to ruin every rule that ever touched me.
“You’re beautiful,” he says.
It’s simple. Almost harsh.
I believe him. That frightens me more than the hunger in his eyes.
He drops to his knees in front of me.
My breath catches. “Roman.”
He looks up, hands sliding over the backs of my thighs. “Yes?”
I forget what I meant to say.
His mouth touches my stomach first. A warm kiss just above the lace of my panties. Then another, lower. He drags his beard along the soft skin near my hip, and my knees almost buckle.
He catches me easily. “Steady,” he murmurs.
“I’m trying.”
“Try harder.” The command should annoy me. Instead, I moan.
His mouth curves against my skin.
He takes one breast in his hand, pushing the lace down until my nipple spills free, tight and aching. His mouth closes over it, hot and wet, and every thought in my head scatters.
I clutch his shoulders.
He sucks me slowly at first, then harder, his tongue circling, teeth grazing just enough to make my hips jerk. His other hand works the other cup down, baring me completely. I’m trembling now, exposed in the glow of the fire, and he treats my body as if every inch deserves attention.
His mouth moves from one breast to the other. My fingers twist in his hair. He groans against me when I pull.
The sound is so male, so pleased, that I feel myself clench around nothing.
Then his hands slide to my panties. He looks up at me again. The question is in his eyes, not his mouth.
I answer before he can ask it. “Yes.”
Roman peels the lace down my legs and helps me step out of it. The moment I’m bare, he lifts one of my thighs over his shoulder.
I gasp, grabbing the back of the sofa.
He puts his mouth on me.
There is no gentle beginning this time.
His tongue drags through my pussy in one slow, possessive stroke, and my entire body jolts. I cry out before I can stop myself. Roman’s hands tighten on my hips, holding me open for him as he licks me again, deeper, hungrier, like he has been waiting all day for this.
The room tilts.
I brace one hand on the sofa and the other in his hair, trying to stay upright while his mouth destroys me. He finds my clit with terrifying precision, circling it with his tongue, then sucking until my thighs shake around his head.
“Roman,” I choke out.