Page 72 of Forbidden Games

Allie scrambled to obey, already anticipating what came next. He took her place on the lounge chair and guided her to straddle him. “That shirt won’t last much longer.” He cupped her exposed breast and went still as she positioned his cock at her entrance. “That’s it, Allie. Take what you need.”

I need you.

She didn’t say it again. It felt too big, too vulnerable, to give voice to, when she was going out of her mind with what he was doing to her. She sank onto his length, enjoying teasing them both by taking it slow. Only when he was sheathed completely inside her did she breathe out. “Yes. This.”

He pulled her shirt up. “I want to see all of you while you ride me.”

There were no shadows to hide in out here on the patio. Anyone who walked up could see them, but that was the point of paradise—there was no one but them. She liked the thought of being interrupted, though—more than she wanted to admit.

Allie took her shirt off, braced her hands on his chest and began to move. A long slide up, and another down while she rolled her hips. It felt so fucking good, she had a hard time keeping up the rhythm. Roman’s grip on her hips urged her on, her pleasure cresting all too soon. She dug her nails into his perfect chest. “I’m close.”

“I know.”

So damn cocky. It would have been unbearable if not for the way he watched her, as if she was something he wanted. Needed. Allie couldn’t close her eyes, couldn’t look away, couldn’t do anything but ride him with one slow stroke after another, pushing them both toward oblivion.

“I love your body.” He skimmed his hands over her stomach and up to her breasts. A few breathtaking seconds spent plucking her nipples and then he coasted his hands back down to her ass. “Fucking phenomenal.”

“Stop talking.” She had decent self-confidence, but that didn’t mean his showering her with compliments made her comfortable. Allie knew Roman wanted her—he wouldn’t have acted the way he had since meeting her if he didn’t. He sure as hell wouldn’t have compromised his business plans to give them a reprieve. She might not know him well, but she knew that much. But the way he spoke to her—about her—was as worshipful as if he really thought she was Aphrodite.

But she was only a woman, and not one that he’d like all that much outside of paradise.

Allie might not be sure of a lot of things, but she was sure ofthat.

9

Roman held Allie’s body, but her mind was a million miles away—just like it’d been since they’d finished having sex. He had no right to push her. He knew that. The agreement that had brought her here in the first place was the same one that kept him from asking anything that might link back to New York.

Except...

“What are you thinking about?”

“Hmm?” She blinked those impossibly blue eyes at him and gave herself a shake. “Sorry. I was mentally wandering.”

It was tempting to let it go. Hell, it was the right move to make. But when Roman opened his mouth, that wasn’t what came out. “Tell me.”

“It’s just boring stuff.” She shifted off him and climbed to her feet. A small petty part of him was pleased to see her legs shake a little. The sex had been...beyond words. Desperation—that was what he felt for her. He’d hoped she’d respond favorably to the note, but Roman hadn’t been sure she’d actually come to him.

He wasn’t sure of a lot of things when it came to Allie.

She scooped up her clothes but made no move to pull them on. He liked that. She was so comfortable in her body, and that confidence was just as attractive as her looks were. But all that was surface-level shit. He wanted to knowher.

Roman stopped short. Knowing her wasn’t part of the bargain. It was supposed to be just sex—strictly physical with nothing else involved.

She didn’t say no emotion. She said no business. Apples and oranges.

He steadied himself and followed her into the villa. She meandered to the kitchen and pulled a bottled water from the little fridge. Allie watched him as she took a long drink. “What?”

“What?”

She frowned. “Now you’re the one mentally wandering. What’s going on in that devious brain of yours?”

He grabbed his own water and contemplated it. “I was thinking about the terms of our agreement.”

She went still. “And?”

This was the moment he could back off, change course and keep them in a safe spot. But Roman had never met a woman that both turned him on and called him on his shit the same way Allie did. He might never again. Letting her slip through his fingers without at least poking at the potential for more was a stupid move.

Roman didn’t make a habit of making stupid moves.

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