Page 33 of Wicked Waters

“More?” My fingers drifted to the button of my jeans. As she stared at me, I divested myself of both my jeans and underwear in one go, and I groaned in relief as my cock was finally freed from its confines.

A breathy moan fell from her throat, and my cock jerked. Stepping up to the bed, I lowered my head, nipping at her lip as I slid my hand up her thigh. “Your turn. I want it all off.”

Thankfully for both my dick and my sanity, she complied instantly, pulling off her dress and treating me to the sight of her gorgeous breasts, leaving just a tiny scrap of material covering the final part of her that I really fucking wanted to see. Placing my free hand on her other thigh, I pushed her legs apart and then traced a single finger over her underwear, already wet with her arousal.

I spoke against her lips. “All. Off.”

She took a deep, shuddering breath and then fell backwards onto the bed, sliding her underwear off her body.

I stilled, taking in the sight of this beautiful woman who was about to become mine in every single way.

“Fuck,” I rasped. “If you could see yourself now…”

Her lashes lowered, her cheeks flushing as she curled her fingers into the sheets. “Roman. I need you. Please.”

“Condoms. Need?—”

“I haven’t been—I had a full set of tests for everything when I came back to England. And I’m on the pill.”

Fucking hell. Was she saying what I thought she was saying?

“I get tested regularly. If you want to go without…”

“Please.”

There was no way I could wait another second. I climbed onto the bed, covering her with my body. “I’ve never been with anyone without a condom before.” I’ve never been with anyone I felt so fucking much for.

“Me neither.” Her eyes met mine, and it was like we could read each other perfectly as I slowly pressed inside her tight, wet heat. I’d imagined this so many times, but it had mostly been hate fucking in my head because I hadn’t been able to see a way past our animosity. I’d thought I would want it hard and fast, and yeah, I did still want that, but this…this was everything I hadn’t known I needed. It was pure fucking perfection. Quinn wrapped her arms and legs around me, moving beneath me like we’d done this a hundred times before, meeting me thrust for thrust. Bracing myself, I switched up positions, kissing and licking her breasts, then up to her collarbone, and finally marking her throat with my lips and teeth. Her breaths grew rapid beneath me, her nails pressing into my skin as she gasped out a litany of swear words interspersed with my name, and I knew she was close.

Angling my body, I got my fingers on her clit, and it was game over. She cried out my name, fucking shattering around me, and there was no possible way I could even attempt to hold back. I followed her over the edge, my cum filling her as she gripped me so fucking tightly, milking my cock until we were both completely spent.

I rolled us over, pulling her on top of me as my dick slowly recovered and we stopped breathing like we’d just run a marathon. Stroking my fingers through her hair, I smiled to myself.

“You know how you’re my goddess and I’m a god?”

Lifting her head, she raised her brows. “I’m not sure I want to hear whatever you’re about to say.”

My smile widened into a grin. “All I was going to tell you was that you can finally be in on the secret.”

“What secret?” Amusement danced in her eyes.

“You’ve just experienced the real nectar of the gods. I filled you with?—”

“No. No more!” She slammed her hand over my mouth, muffling my words as she bit back her own smile. “If you mention gods or goddesses or god-related innuendos one more time, I’m leaving.”

I palmed the soft curves of her ass, and when she shivered and removed her hand from my mouth, I angled my head for a kiss.

“No more. Want to hear another secret? A real one?”

“Yes.” Laying her head on my chest, she stroked up my arm.

“Remember our first kiss? I couldn’t stop thinking about it—about you. I was gonna text you in the summer and see if we could meet up somehow, so I could ask you to be my girlfriend.”

Her breath hitched. “Really?” she whispered.

“Yeah. I thought at first that you were just fucking around with me, y’know, rebelling or whatever, but the more we talked, the more I realised you saw me. The real me.”

She pressed the softest kiss to my skin. “I did see you, and I do see you. You saw me, too. You saw beneath the surface, and you were the only one I felt I could be myself with.”

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