Page 13 of Still Burning

Tears pricked my eyes, and I hadn’t meant to get emotional. Not wanting him to see it, I smiled and took a deep breath. “I love you.”

“It was my turn to say it first anyway,” he teased, reminding meof the day I had blurted out those three words to him.

I’d been only sixteen years old. He was going on a third date with a girl, and I was so jealous. The fear that he was falling in love with her had consumed my thoughts. So, I snuck into his room while he was getting ready, and when he walked into the room with a towel around his waist and droplets of water on his naked chest, there had been no holding back what I was feeling.

“I might have said it a little too soon back then,” I replied.

He shook his head. “No. But I think it would be better if you went and got naked and wet, then came out here in a towel—or you can leave that off—and let me tell you. Seems only fair.”

A giggle bubbled out of me, and he tugged me close, grinning.

“That girl cried when I broke the date and probably never recovered from it. Her tears were on you.”

My brows drew together. “You went on that date. I was the one who cried that night.”

His hand slid up my back. “I let you think I went. I had to do something to keep you from coming into my room and tempting me. I was doing all I could to keep my hands off you. I went out with some friends and then was home before ten,” he admitted. Then pressed a kiss to the side of my mouth. “I didn’t know I’d made you cry.” His words were a whisper on my skin as he continued to kiss other places on my face. My cheekbone, beside my ear, the tip of my nose.

My heart was fluttering in my chest like I was still that girl.

“I cried myself to sleep.”

He stopped kissing me briefly, then went back to leaving a trail until his mouth touched mine. “I’m sorry. For every tear you cried because of me.”

I didn’t get a chance to respond to that before he sank his hands into my hair, then bent down and took my mouth. As sweet as his words had been, this kiss wasn’t that. There was nothing sweet about it. Rome’s pierced tongue flicked overmine, and a satisfied growl vibrated from his chest. Kissing was something I hadn’t enjoyed, and Eamon would tease me about my lack of affection while he was overly so.

I understood now that I’d simply been ruined by Rome’s kiss.

“Not sure how much time I have,” he said as his lips left mine to kiss a trail to my neck. His hands grabbed my butt and pulled me tightly against him. “Liam said we’re having church after Micah gets back. The club needs updating on things.”

His erection pressed against my stomach as he groaned and licked the pulse point in my neck. “It’ll have to be quick, but let me inside you.”

Forming words when his touch was taking my breath away seemed impossible. I simply nodded. I needed that connection with him again, the way it made everything else fade away. It was only us, and the past no longer mattered—just the now.

My feet lifted off the floor as Rome’s hands gripped my waist. He picked me up and then began walking toward the bed. I’d made it up and tidied his room this morning, not wanting Nixie or one of the other girls to come in here and do it. Perhaps that was petty, but I hated thinking of them touching his things.

He sat me down on the edge of the mattress, then knelt in front of me and began to slide off the sandals that Pepper had given me since all I had here were the heels I’d worn at the bar and I didn’t even know where those had disappeared to. When he was done, he gently caressed my calves and ran his hands slowly up my legs and beneath the hem of the sundress that Goldie had provided me. Our eyes met as he lifted his head from the valley between my thighs.

“If I could, I’d lock us in here for days.” His voice was husky, and I shivered. “But right now, I only have minutes. Stand up.”

I did as he’d asked, and he had to grab my thighs to steady me. My legs were shaky, and I let out a breathy laugh as a smug smile spread across his face. Rome reached beneath my dress, took theedges of my panties, and pulled them down until I could step out of them. He held them to his nose, smelling them as he stood up. The gleam in his eye as he did so was making this standing-up thing even harder. My knees were weak.

Balling up the panties in his fist, he tossed them over to the chair in the corner before starting to unzip his pants. “Turn around, Angel Face,” he told me. “If I have to look at your face while I sink inside you, then I’ll ignore my orders and stay buried in your cunt for hours.”

I sucked in a short breath, and my eyes dropped to his jeans as he shoved them down. My tongue came out and wet my dry lips while I watched him release his thick, hard erection. The swollen head was almost purple, and the piercing excited me. I remembered what it could do.

Eager to have him stretch me and feel his body close to mine, I turned around and placed my hands on the bed. His touch was gentle as he ran his rough palms over my bottom and squeezed it before his fingers clamped down on my hips, and he jerked me back against his hard length.

“Fuck, that’s a pretty ass,” he praised, then pressed the round tip of his cock against my entrance, barely rocking against it in a teasing way. But that lasted for only a moment before he thrust into me, making my knees buckle as a roar of satisfaction tore from his chest.

My hands fisted in the quilt, and I whimpered from the pleasure, mixed with pain. He was bigger in length and width than Eamon had been, and my body was still adjusting to his size. But as he began to hold on to me and sink himself into me in fast, almost-frantic pumps, my body responded. The metal balls on the end of his penis rubbed that spot that I’d always believed was a myth.

A quaking deep in my core slowly started unraveling. Tingles of delight shot out, and I cried out his name, sounding desperate.

“That’s it, baby.” His voice was thick and heated, only driving me further toward the peak. “Say my name. That’s my cock inside your sweet pussy. Me making you feel good.”

As if I needed a reminder. I’d had to fight the memory of him for years when I had sex. Now that it was Rome pulsing inside me, his voice bringing me to climax, there was no guilt attached. A freedom came with that, which I’d needed for so long.

The world burst into bright colors as euphoria exploded inside me. Each nerve in my body was lit with sparks of pleasure. I heard my voice as I shook from the experience, but it was muffled by Rome’s loud shout.

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