Page 34 of Wicked Waters

“We’ll get that back.” It was a promise that I wouldn’t break. “We knew everything about each other back then, and all we need to do now is catch up. We both want the same thing, Quinn. You’re fucking mine, and I’m yours, okay?”

“Okay.” Her hand found mine, squeezing it gently. “It’s a deal.”

19

QUINN

“No one will disturb us,” Roman promised me, clearly having seen the look I’d darted towards the locked door. Wrapping his arms around my body, he pulled me into him. I pressed my face into the crook of his neck, breathing him in. He was so warm. So real. I couldn’t believe just how quickly everything had turned on its head. For the first time since my return, I had hope. Hope that somehow, we could be together. That he’d be mine.

But beneath the hope, there was unease. Who could have spiked Roman’s drink, and why?

“The drink thing. Do you think it was a case of mistaken identity?”

He sighed, kissing the top of my head as he brushed my hair aside so he could run his hand up and down my bare back. “Fuck knows. I’d like to think so, but I remember the drink being thrust into my hand, so it seems pretty deliberate to me. I just wish I could remember more about it. I didn’t even see who did it. Not even their hand. Fuck,” he muttered. “Every time I think about it, it makes me so fucking angry. Not even the fact that someone did that to me. The fact you got caught up in it, left alone on the boat. It’s?—”

Raising my head, I kissed the scowl from his face until he was smiling at me. “It’s okay. I mean, it’s not okay, but I don’t hold it against you, Roman. I think I always knew, deep down, that you wouldn’t have done that to me. That was why I could never be as angry with you as I wanted to be. Why I let what happened in the boat shed happen.”

His smile curved into a sexy smirk that I wanted to kiss from his face. “Yeah. I seem to remember you enjoyed that very much. We’re definitely gonna have a repeat of that—the good parts.”

“It’s a deal.” I let him pull me into his kiss, our naked bodies entwined, and I’d never felt so close to anyone before. Had never been so physically close, but this was more than that. I’d been Roman’s ever since that first day we’d spoken, the day he’d taken me to the lake. His lake.

“In the morning, we’ll speak to the others and work out what to do about your parents. Is there anyone you want to bring into this?”

I lay my head back down on his shoulder, idly caressing the defined lines of his stomach. “Aria, I guess, because she’d never forgive me if I left her out. I don’t really want to involve Penelope because I don’t want her to get caught between me and Freya any more than she already is. Other than that…Elena, maybe? I don’t know her all that well yet, but she’s Knox’s girlfriend, and it’s not really fair to ask him to hide this from her.”

He shook his head. “Baby, if you’re not comfortable, he’d understand. Fuck, I mean, we don’t even need to involve him at all. Not if you don’t want to.”

“No, it’s okay. You trust him, and that’s enough for me. I get good vibes from Elena, anyway. So, Tristan, Knox, Aria, and Elena. And you and me.”

“You and me.” I could hear the smile in his voice, and then he laughed. “I can’t wait to see Tristan’s face when he finds out he’s got to spend more time with Aria.”

“Yeah, what’s all that about, anyway? Aria always changes the subject whenever I bring him up. Or says something uncomplimentary.”

“Yeah? Tristan does the same. Fuck if I know what’s going on there. There must be some history between them, but if neither of them is willing to volunteer the information…”

“I guess it’ll have to remain a mystery. For now.”

Roman suddenly rolled us so I was lying underneath him, grinding his hardening length into me. “We’ve got far more important things to do. I’ve got the woman of my dreams in my bed and a lot of lost time to make up for.”

The look in his darkened eyes made the breath catch in my throat. And then I registered his words. “Woman of your dreams?”

“Fuck, yes. You’re mine, Quinn. In and out of my dreams. All. Fucking. Mine.” He punctuated the words with rolls of his hips, sliding his erection along the length of my pussy, and I moaned.

“Roman.”

“Yeah. Say my name, baby,” he growled into my throat. “I’m gonna make you fucking scream it by the end of the night.”

I raked my nails down his back, and he hissed, then bit down on my throat as his fingers pinched my nipple, a pleasure-pain combination that made me so fucking wet.

“Roman. Oh. Fuck. More,” I gasped out as he continued to torment me with little bites and touches and teases until I was writhing beneath him, desperate to feel him inside me. “Please. Need you.”

Holding himself up on one elbow, his hard cock taunting me with just the glistening tip dragging across my stomach, his fingertips traced circles on my breasts. “I don’t think you’re ready to scream my name yet.”

“I am. Please.” This had to be torturing him as well as me, surely? His cock was jerking and dripping precum, and his entire body was taut, his muscles straining, riding that knife edge of self-control when I knew without a shadow of a doubt that he wanted to sink inside me.

“So fucking impatient,” he rasped, lowering his head to flick his tongue over my nipple before lightly biting down. “You want my dick inside you?”

This man was the biggest tease, and I couldn’t stand it anymore. “Roman.” I dragged my nails down his chest. “I’m so wet for you. All for you. Ready for you to fill me with your big?—”

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