Page 58 of Falling for You
“I don’t know if I can go in there.” I break the silence, voicing my worry about seeing Olivia’s things strewn over the house.
“Do you want to go to a hotel? We can go to Portland, then we’ll be closer to the lawyer. I already asked Clark and Jasmine to handle the next few days, we can do—”
I place my finger to his lips. “I just want to be with you, in your arms and I’ll be okay.”
“Okay.”
We both slide out of the truck, and walk inside hand in hand. We bypass all of the main areas of the home, and go right to Roman’s bedroom.
Seeing how we left the bed, the blankets and pillows in disarray, a visual of the happy memories we left behind just a few hours ago.
“You need some sleep.” He grips the blanket by the edges and fluffs it out to straighten it over the bed before he folds a corner back for me to get under it.
I strip out of my clothes, and grab one of Rome’s shirts off the floor before I listen to him and lay down in the bed. I move all the way over and tap the space next to me for him to join me.
Following suit, he strips down to his boxers before laying on his back, opening his arms for me to lay on his chest. I curl into his side and rest my head on his chest. Fiona doesn’t wait for an invite, she hops up and lays in my arms, cuddling close to both of us.
The day is finally taking its toll on me as the exhaustion pulls me under.
My eyes peel open, they feel swollen and gritty. The dull throb in my head is the only reminder of what happened earlier.
Tears threaten to start again.
Get yourself together, Emma. She isn’t even yours.
I suck in a deep breath, willing the tears to stay put, but that only proves to increase the throbbing behind my temples. Sniffles fill the silent room as I try harder to keep the tears in.
Strong arms pull me in tighter. Rome nuzzles into my neck. “Emma.” He whispers my name with concern lacing his voice that I’m still crying.
I roll to face him, cupping his cheek with my hand. He kisses the tears off my cheeks. “Please don’t cry, Sunshine. I’ll do anything to make it better.”
I push my hips into his morning hard-on. “I need to feel something, Rome. Anything but this heartache. Please.”
He pulls me tight to his hard body. “Are you sure? You’re so sad.”
I nod slowly, pinching my lips between my teeth, another attempt at stopping the tears. Who wants to have sex with the crying girl?
I just need to feel him right now. All of him.
As the hunger lights his eyes, under the reflection of his own tears, he kisses along my neck, down to my collarbone. A spot that he loves to trace with his tongue. He kisses me slowly, as if he can physically take the pain away. He gently rolls the shirt up my body and pushes it over my head as I lift my arms for him to remove it.
I lazily drag my fingers up and down his biceps, reveling in the feel of his lips lighting a fire along my skin.
I push my hips into his, desperate for the friction but he doesn’t budge. He continues his slow path down my body.
“Rome, please, give me more.”
“I’m going to make you feel better in the only way I know how.”
He brings his lips back to my cheeks, kissing away the newly fallen tears before returning back to where he left off on his exploration down my body.
He reaches my waist line and repositions himself to throw my legs over his shoulders and he grips an ass cheek in each hand, lifting me up towards his mouth.
This time his tongue drags slowly through my slit, circling around my clit. He lips, nips, and sucks his way down and back up again. Plunging his tongue inside each time he goes back down.
The different sensations have me grasping at the ends of his hair. Trying to pull him in closer to me, tighter to me, giving me more of him.
“Rome,” I pant out. “Inside me. I need to feel full of you.”
