Page 83 of Breakaway

“Roman?”

I don’t say anything, just take her hand in mine and pull her toward the backseat of my car. After I open the door for her, I extend my hand, and she gives me the bouquet without question. Once the roses are on the front passenger seat, I join her in the back.

“I want you,” I say. “Now.”

“You want a distraction,” Nevaeh replies, looking skeptical with her eyebrows pinched together. “Why can’t we go home?”

“Because we have a dinner reservation in an hour, at that Italian restaurant you told me you wanted to try.” I snake my hand around her waist and make her sit on my lap. “I want you.”

I put my hand on the back of her neck and pull her mouth to mine. Her scent. The softness of her luscious lips. Her warm skin. It’s maddening how easily she makes me forget about anything that isn’t her.

My tongue pushes through her lips, curling around hers in slow circles. It’s the right kind of kiss, the kind that makes me feel emotions I never thought possible. It’s slow and fast. It’s gentle and rough. It’s carnal, and I’m loving every fucking second of it.

“Roman…” Nevaeh moans as I slide my lips down her throat. “It’s a parking garage. People will see.”

“Who cares?”

“You’re a public…oh God…” I nibble on her skin, my teeth sinking into her flesh. “You’re a public figure.”

“Malyshka, I haven’t seen you in ten days. I haven’t touched you.” I slip my hands under her sweater, cupping her tits with my palms. “I haven’t tasted you in ten fucking days.” I bring her bra down, my fingers caressing her breasts, playing with her pointy nipples. Her eyes fall closed, and a loud moan escapes her parted lips. “Do you really think I care about anything except burying my tongue in your pussy?”

With that, I lay her onto the seat, my hands sliding under her skirt. I don’t do quickies, and she knows that better than anyone. But I love eating her out. Her tight cunt tastes better than anything, and I swear I’d want her pussy to be my last meal before I died. So fucking delicious.

Nevaeh watches me; her hair is a mess as it falls in her face. Her eyes though? Sparkling sapphires hooded with desire, and I’m so here for it. Dragging down her panties, I slowly position myself between her thighs. Her right leg rests on my back, and she props her left leg against the front seat, spreading herself wide for me.

I smile and dive in, sucking her clit into my mouth, not wasting any time. Her hips jerk forward, and her head rolls back. She moans softly as her fingers thread through my hair. I play with her clit, swirling my tongue around it as I leisurely trace her folds with my fingers, building her anticipation, making her dripping wet for me. I push one finger inside her and pull it out almost immediately. She whimpers and then groans; the loss of friction frustrates her.

“Roman!” Nevaeh scolds me, the heel of her shoe poking in my back. “I want—” I plunge my finger back inside her, adding another one a second later. “God, please don’t stop.”

“I don’t plan to,” I murmur against her clit, fucking her steadily with my fingers.

Sucking and licking, twisting my fingers inside her and curling my tongue around her clit, I drive her to her orgasm, and the closer it gets, the harder it becomes for Nevaeh to stay quiet. She’s panting, her fingers tugging on my hair. I wince but don’t pull away, only doubling my efforts.

She lifts her hips up and down, shoving her pussy in my face and rubbing it against my mouth. I obey, eating her out and thrusting my fingers inside her rougher and faster, to match the movements of my tongue. When I curl my fingers upward, I feel her clench around me. She’s coming, her eyes closed and her mouth open. Her legs are shaking, and the loudest moan fills my car.

Her orgasm is racking her body, waves of pleasure spreading through her skin. Even touching her, I can feel how she’s burning from the inside out.

“So fucking sweet, Malyshka,” I coo, sitting up and lightly slapping her pussy. “So fucking mine.”

Nevaeh stares at me for a second. Then she props herself up and sits up too. A pinkish hue covers her cheeks and a pretty big hickey shines on her neck—I’d be damned if I said her look doesn’t scream sex. The energy she radiates makes my dick so hard, I feel pre-cum leaking.

“Let’s go home…Please.” She leans over to my ear, her lips wrapping around my earlobe.

Dammit. This is going to be harder than I thought.

Turning my head, I kiss her lips but move away just as quickly. “No.”

I climb out of the backseat and go to the driver’s side. Then I start the engine and glance at Nevaeh through the rearview mirror. She’s already fixed her sweater and is now trying to comb her hair with her fingers. Her pouty lips make me smile.

“You’ve been talking about this restaurant for two weeks,” I explain. “I had to call in a favor to get us the reservation because they’re so booked. We’re going to dinner, and then when we get home…I’ll let you do whatever the hell you want with me.”

“Promise?” Nevaeh grins, braiding her hair.

I wink at her. “I swear.”

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