Page 86 of Before I Say I Don't
He nodded once. “Well, whatever you need, I got you.”
I held his stare. “Ineedyou.” My hand slid, bold, to exactly where he knew I meant.
“Kamira.” It wasn’t a scold; it was a warning wrapped in hunger.
“I don’t want comfort food,” I said, pressing my palm harder against the heat that rose for me. “I want the thing I turned down last time and haven’t stopped craving since. The one thing that’s been living in my head like it owns the lease.””
His eyes darkened. “You sure?”
I leaned in, my lips brushing his ear, voice low and hungry. “Yes.”
His breath hitched, a dangerous smirk curving his mouth. “Say less.”
He was up first, pulling me to my feet like I weighed nothing, backing me against the arm of the couch. His hands bracketed my hips, and his mouth obeyed no traffic laws. One hand went to the back of my neck, tilting my head so his mouth could claim me in a kiss that wasn’t sweet—it was possession, his tongue tasting me like he had every right.
“You come in here crying,” he rasped, “and think I’m not about to make you forget their names?”
“I already have,” I breathed. “Remind me of yours.”
“Roman,” he said, like a dare. “The last one you’ll be moaning tonight.”
Roman looked at me—really looked—like I was both the problem and cure. “You want nice,” he asked, “or you want real?”
“Real.” I slid my fingers into his shirt, dragging him closer. “And then nice after.”
“Bet.”
What followed wasn’t gentle at first, but it was careful—his kind of careful—the kind that listened while it led. Roman set the pace I asked for and the one I didn’t know I needed. I answered him with my hands, hips, and the small broken sounds that only ever came out when I felt safe.
My hands slid to his waistband, tugging them down just enough before Roman pulled a condom from his pocket—a man prepared. The sharp rip of the foil was quick, efficient, like he’d done that plenty of times, but was making sure that time meant something different.
A few seconds later, Roman was rolling it on with a look that saidthis is happening… and it’s happening now.
Once it was secured, he didn’t waste a moment. His hands slid up to cup my legs, spreading me open like my body had been on layaway and tonight he came to collect. His dark and commanding eyes never left mine, locking me in place before the first move was even made.
“Watch me,” Roman charmingly ordered, voice low but smooth, like he knew I’d obey without question.
And I did. I couldn’t look away.
When he pushed into me, I gasped.
Romandidn’t ease in; he gave me all of him in one slow, steady drive, holding my gaze the whole time.
“Damn,” he groaned, jaw tight. “You wet like you been missing me more than you admit.”
“Mmm… Roman…” It slipped out of me, broken, desperate, not even close to enough to cover the way he made me feel.
“Yeah, say my name like that. And don’t hold back. I want every scream, every moan, all that shit,” he growled, pulling almost all the way out only to slam back into me with deliberate force.“Look at that pretty face takin’ this dick like you was made for it. Yo’ nigga couldn’t get you like this if he begged."
I tried to turn my head, to let my eyes land anywhere but on his. Anywhere was safer than drowning in the look Roman was giving me—but he wasn’t having it.
“Nah. Look at me while I’m fuckin’ you—I wanna see that ‘bout-to-lose-it’ face.” His voice was low, rough, and dangerous. “Thought you said you needed me? This what you meant, huh? Could’ve just said you wanted me to ruin this pussy.”
My answer wasn’t words; it was a shaky, torn-up moan that clawed its way out of my throat. My fingers dug into his shoulders, nails biting through his shirt, pulling him closer until his mouth found mine. The kiss was wild—teeth, tongue, and heat—like he wanted to devour me, and I wanted to let him.
Roman pulled out slow, chest rising like he needed a breath, the head of him dragging at my edge before he paused. My hips twitched, greedy, and my mouth ran reckless.
“Is that all you got? Or you saving the real shit for later?” I panted, taunting. “Fuck me like I’m the problem you been waiting to solve. If you stop right now, I’m calling somebody else,” I kidded.
