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I run my hands down her arms before positioning my palms around her waist.

Easily lifting her, she wraps her legs around my waist, leaning in for another kiss when I begin to carry her deeper into the room.

The way her tongue moves against mine, the way her lips press to mine make me think she'd rather keep kissing me than breathe, and I'm fucking here for it.

She's gasping when I grip a handful of her hair and pull her head back, wide eyes staring up at me.

I take in her flushed cheeks and the way her breaths are leaving her lips in puffs, making her breasts heave.

"This isn't going to work," I say placing my hands back on her waist and urging her away from me.

"Roman," she whispers, and there's no denying the pain in her voice as she drops her eyes, and I realize she's reading me all wrong.

There isn't a chance I could resist this woman. I told her what I had to offer, and I have to keep the faith that with her being in my room, she knows exactly what this is.

A good man would take a step back and remind her, but I'm not feeling so kind right now.

Instead of explaining, I reach down, clasping the hem of her t-shirt, and tug it up and over her head, wanting to run my lips over the tops of her breasts, the skin there the perfect shade of pink.

"Better," I whisper as I press my lips to her neck and reach around to easily work open the clasp of her bra.

She moans as if relieved when the lacy fabric falls away. The tips of her breasts are already tight and the fucking perfect shade of dusky pink.

I don't hesitate to move my mouth to the tip of the right one. We've had very limited contact. On the porch, she fucked me more than I actually fucked her, and in her kitchen, it was much the same way. We were limited in the way we made contact, but I'm not going to be able to keep my hands off this woman unless she demands it of me.

"Please," she begs, her fingers tangle in my hair.

I don't know exactly what she wants, but I figure I got it right when I clamp down on her nipple with my teeth and pull my head back, letting them scrape over her sensitive flesh.

I wrap my arms around her middle, holding her to me just as her knees buckle. She feels nearly weightless in my arms, but hell, I feel like I'm floating on fucking cloud nine as well.

When her hands slip under my own shirt, pressing against my abdomen, my skin feels like it has been lit on fire. I pop my mouth off the tip of her breast and tug my shirt over my head, stepping into her and urging her backward to the bed as I work open the button and zipper on my jeans.

As if getting naked is her cue, she shoves down her leggings and panties in one go, pulling her legs free from the fabric. It leaves her standing with her thighs pressed against the mattress, eyes glittering with need.

The apex of her thighs are already slick with arousal, and I hate that I'm delayed by the task of taking off my fucking boots. I pull a condom from my wallet before shucking it all away.

Her breaths are uneven as I cross the distance between us, and she moans when I clasp my hands on her waist and lift her to the edge of the bed.

She looks up at me, confusion drawing in her brows when I press my hand to the middle of her chest, urging her to lie back and not following her down to the mattress.

With palms against her knees, I urge her legs up, positioning her feet on the mattress near her ass. It opens her in the most delectable way, and my mouth is watering before I can even lower my lips to her sensitive skin.

I have no doubt her moans could be heard by anyone walking down the hallway, but I'm unconcerned, knowing I'm the one in here giving her pleasure.

Hell, it could possibly be just as pleasurable for me, I realize when the groan slips past my lips as the taste of her coats my tongue.

I dive in deeper, spearing her tight pussy with my tongue before swirling it over her clit. I suck the bundle of nerves into my mouth, pressing my hand to her belly to hold her in place. Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling and tugging as if she wants me to stop but hisses in annoyance when I pull my face away.

I smile against her flesh, lapping at her skin as she rolls her hips against my mouth. Just as I feel like I can do this forever, my cock kicks against the side of the mattress, refusing to be ignored.

She whines when I pull my face back, wiping my lips on her inner thigh. As a consolation, I roll my thumb over her clit, resisting the urge to dip it inside of her.

"Jesus, look how easy this would be," I whisper as I press the head of my bare cock against her slit.

Her breathing ratchets up, but she doesn't deny me.

We moan in unison when I press the head of my cock into her tight opening.

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