Page 155 of Burning Daylight
My stomach clenches.
Another step forward, and I take another one away, my back hitting the wall next to the hand dryer.
“I want you to tell me that he doesn’t get to touch you,” he murmurs, his blue eyes dark as they peruse my body, like he can burn away anything that isn’t him from my skin. “Thatnobodyelse gets to feel you the way I did. The way I’m still desperate to.”
My breathing becomes shallow, heat pooling between my legs, my heart pounding so fast in my chest I can’t take a full breath in.
His hand reaches out, ghosting down the side of my face, across my collarbone, then back up until he’s lightly cupping the front of my throat. “I want you to tell me to stop,” he murmurs.
I lick my lips, but no words come out. Desire courses through me, like static electricity shocking everywhere it touches. The connection that was missing with Preston is now exploding at the seams, like the room itself can’t contain it.
Roman leans down. “Every person in this town has warned me away from you. My own father just sat across from me andaccused you of playing games with me. But they don’t know you, do they, Juliette?”
I let out a shaky breath. “No, they don’t.”
My hands tremble as I reach up and press them to his shoulders.
“Youknow me, Roman.”
His fingers tighten around my neck, his other hand skimming up my thigh, over the tight fabric of my dress, until it’s resting on my hip.
And then he pauses, like he’s waiting for something.
“He doesn’t get to touch me,” I whisper. My hands glide over his shoulders and wrap around the back of his neck. “Onlyyouget to touch me.”
Before I can blink, he’s on me, pushing me up against the wall and flipping my dress up to my thighs.
He groans when he shoves my panties to the side and sees me bare before him, and I can barely take a breath before his mouth covers my pussy, his tongue dragging through my folds and circling my clit.
I slap a hand over my lips and bite down to keep from screaming out because the sensation is so intense, but somehow, I muffle my moans.
“Fuck, you taste just as good as I imagined.” He buries himself between my legs again, and the sight of him there on his knees while he licks me is enough to tighten my core and shoot me into the stratosphere.
My teeth dig so harshly into my hand I taste blood, but I can’t risk anyone hearing me. Not when his father and Preston are both right outside this door.
The thought makes heat flash through me, knowing he’s here fucking me with his tongue despite that.
“Is this pussy mine, Juliette?” he groans, his voice thick.
One of his fingers slips inside me and curls up, and my vision goes fuzzy.
“Tell me,” he demands, sliding in a second digit. “Say it. Right now.”
“Yes,” I whimper, my free hand going to the back of his head and physically forcing him against me again. “All yo—yours.”
His mouth closes around me while he starts gliding his fingers in and out, and he suctions his lips just enough to create a torturous pressure around my clit. It’s rhythmic and overwhelming, and I’msoclose.
“Fuck,” I whisper, my gaze locked on how my fingers grip his hair and how his head is moving sensuously in between my thighs.
Tension coils around me like a snake and constricts.
“I want you to come on my face,” he says, and with a final lick of his tongue and pump of his hand, I’m gone, blasting into outer space and falling apart in his arms.
My legs shake around him, and hemoansout his pleasure like he’s the one coming undone.
When I come back down, he’s sitting back on his heels with a filthy grin, my arousal coating his lips and making them shiny.
He leans in and presses a kiss to my pussy, and I clench, still sensitive. But he doesn’t back away.
