Page 32 of Wicked Waters

She shook her head, giving me a small smile. “I don’t mind.” Pausing, she bit down on her lip. “Do—do you want to be with me?”

How was that even a question? “Fuck yes, I do. There’s no question of that. You’re a motherfucking goddess, baby, and I’m just here to worship you.”

That got me a bigger smile. “You’re ridiculous,” she huffed.

“Ridiculously into you.” I grinned at her, leaning forwards to kiss the tip of her nose. “But seriously, there’s no one else I want. Freya…earlier…shit, I don’t even know what that was. My fucked-up attempt to get you out of my head. It didn’t work.”

“Yeah, I could tell by the way you attacked your friend.” She smirked, and yeah, she even looked hot with a smirk on her face. Fucking hell, how did I get so lucky to have this girl here in my arms after everything?

“I should probably apologise to him. Speaking of apologies, about the boat… I honestly have no fucking idea what happened. All I remember is getting back to the lighthouse, completely fucking delirious from the swim and the cold water, and panicking about leaving you out there for too long. I think I said something about you, but I don’t even know if I was talking to myself or a person. My head was so messed up. It feels like a dream or something. I remember that someone shoved a drink into my hand. My mouth was full of the taste of saltwater, and I was so thirsty I downed it in one go. After that…nothing. It’s like my memory is completely blank. Whatever it was gave me a hell of a hangover, like I’d gone on a week-long bender or something.”

Her brows pulled together. “I don’t like the sound of this. I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you when you tried to tell me before. Who would spike your drink, and why? What purpose would it achieve?”

I shrugged, unease creeping down my spine. “No clue. The boys have no idea, either. I’m just being careful, keeping an eye out. We all are. I might have accidentally been targeted, but if it was on purpose, then we need to be on our guard. No more letting anyone hand me drinks. That’s why I wasn’t drinking tonight, and Tristan took care of the weed. Him and Knox are the only ones I trust. And you. I trust you, Quinn.”

Her lip trembled again, and I couldn’t have that. I kissed her, and she sighed against me. “How have we gone from you hating me to this?”

“I never hated you. I hated that I wanted you. There’s a difference. And yeah, it’s no excuse for the way I acted. I can’t tell you how fucking sorry I am for the way I treated you. But you were always meant to be mine, Quinn.”

Finally, she smiled. “Everything you said goes for me, too. And just so you know, I trust you, too, Roman.”

“Good.” Now we’d managed to get the difficult conversation out of the way, it was time to do something I’d been wanting to do for-fucking-ever. “Lock the door, baby. I’m gonna show you how a god fucks his goddess.”

She stared at me and then burst out laughing. “I’m sorry, but that line was terrible.”

“Yeah? You don’t want me to make you see stars with my mighty rod?”

“Stop it.” She collapsed into me, her shoulders shaking with laughter. “I can’t take any more.”

“But, baby, I can take you to heaven.”

“No more,” she gasped, clambering off me, still laughing. I noticed she was pretty fucking quick at getting the door locked, though. Good. I wasn’t the only one eager for this. And my girl was a goddess, whether she liked it or not, and I was going to make sure she was treated like one. Beginning with getting her naked and worshipping every inch of her beautiful body.

When she returned, I wasted no time in sweeping her off her feet and carrying her over to the bed, where I lowered her down. Seeing her lying there, ready for me, staring up at me with so much lust in her eyes, made my dick throb. I needed to be inside her. After I’d made her feel good.

I tugged off my shirt and kicked off my shoes, fucking loving the way her gaze went all heavy-lidded, dragging down my body and stopping at the bulge in my jeans.

“Roman.”

“Yeah? Like what you see?”

“More,” she moaned. Fucking hell, this girl was so fucking sexy.

“You want more? You know what to do.”

She licked her lips and then kicked off her shoes. I raised a brow, and so she took her socks off. Fine. If she was going to be a little tease, two could play that game.

I took my socks off, wincing at the freezing temperature of the flagstones beneath my feet.

“More,” she demanded.

“You first.”

Moving into a seated position, she tossed her hair over her shoulder. Her hands disappeared behind her back, and then the next thing I knew, she was pulling her bra out from under her short dress. Fuuuck. Just one layer of fabric separated me from those delicious tits I couldn’t wait to play with.

Sliding her hand down her body, she lay back down. I palmed my aching cock through my jeans, staring at her with my mouth open. Yeah, I was aware I probably looked like a dickhead, but I couldn’t quite get my head around the fact that she was here and all the shit we’d been dealing with since she’d come back was over. Okay, not over, but there was a reason. I knew why she’d been acting the way she had. She accepted that I’d had my drink spiked. And now? Now, I finally got a proper second chance with the only girl I’d ever really wanted. And I wasn’t going to fuck it up.

“Roman. More.” I could see her nipples through the fabric of her dress, and it was fucking mouthwatering.

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