Page 75 of More Than Nothing
“So fucking lovely,” he murmured.
His hands were heated as they moved over her skin. The fine hairs on her arms stood on end, his fingertips dragging ripples of sensation through her body. Her nipples tightened into small pebbles which he caught between his finger and thumb, triggering an immediate ache at the junction of her thighs, partway between bliss and torment.
“Too many clothes.” She gave a dazed shake of her head. “You’re still wearing too many clothes.”
Her fingers went to the buttons on his shirt and Roman sucked in a sharp breath. Elenie watched her own hands, transfixed, as she undid each one, his shirt gaping wider the further she went. When it hung loose on his shoulders, he shrugged it onto the floor. She grabbed a fistful of the soft t-shirt that lay underneath, pulling herself up on her tiptoes to catch his lower lip between her teeth. Roman groaned and dragged her closer, his hands on her ass and his rock-hard length pushing into the dip above her hip bone. His mouth was hungry, hot, and heavy on hers. He smelled like the woods and tasted of strength and temptation.
“I want to feel your tits on my chest,” he grated. “But I might just explode if I do.”
She gave a breathless laugh. “I might just explode if you don’t.”
Tugging on his t-shirt, Elenie drew it up his sides, uncovering tanned skin beneath. Impatiently, Roman whipped it out of her grasp and dragged it the rest of the way over his head. Hair ruffled, eyes glazed, he stood in front of her and she couldn’t breathe.
“Oh, my God. You are—” She lifted her face to him and he smiled his enticing, uneven smile. “Gorgeous,” she finished on a whisper. “Roman, you are gorgeous.”
“No. You are.”
When he reached for her and pulled her into his chest, they both moaned. The smattering of hair that covered his firm muscles teased her nipples, sending shivers of sensation over her skin. She shuddered and Roman’s body tightened in response. His breath was coming in gasps. His fingers went to the button of her jeans, moving more urgently. The moment they were undone, he pushed them off her waist, over the curve of her rear and down onto her thighs. Elenie stepped away to wriggle out of them, dragging her socks off at the same time.
Without taking his eyes from her face, Roman undid his pants and slid them past the bulge in his shorts to the floor. His own socks soon joined the scattered pile of clothes. When she reached for the sides of her panties, he shook his head and held out a hand.
“Come with me.”
Catching her fingers, he tugged her gently toward the bed. Elenie stumbled and followed him.
Roman sat on the edge of the mattress. When he opened his legs, she stepped between his knees. He gripped her hips to pull her closer, pressing his lips against her stomach. Her skin rippled in response; she curled her fingers into his hair. Licking and kissing in random patterns that made no sense to anyone but him, Romanmuttered broken sentences, telling her how beautiful she was, how much she turned him on. His fingers slid over cotton. Elenie’s inhale was tortured. He didn’t press any further, just stroked the soft skin of her thighs until her legs shook.
“You feel like heaven,” he told her. “And you taste like heaven. And your smell drives me completely insane. My cock is so hard right now and it’s all because of you.”
She flexed under his touch. “You make me feel so sexy,” she breathed.
“Christ, Elenie. If you were any sexier, I’d lose the ability to speak at all. I’d only be able to grunt like a caveman.” Roman turned his face to rub his jaw against her stomach. The rough scrape of his stubble on her sensitive skin made her eyes roll. “Lie down with me.”
His words were so soft, she barely heard him. But Elenie answered his tug on her hips immediately, climbing onto the bed and stretching out with a sigh.
Roman kneeled over her, midnight eyes raking her body from head to toe. He placed a hand at the base of her throat and trailed it gently between her breasts, over her stomach, and farther down to rest on her panties. His chest rose and fell as if he’d just finished a workout.
“Please—” Her hands closed on the quilt. She rolled her hips and his gaze shot to her face. He looked wild and rumpled, on the edge of losing control. The thrill of having such power over him lit her up inside like a sparkler.
The mattress dipped as he leaned over her to pull open the drawer of his nightstand. Roman rummaged inside and dropped a foil packet onto the bed. With hands that shook, he gently peeled away her underwear, then impatiently pushed down his own. His length sprang free and Elenie reached for him, eyes cloudy with need. She was desperate to feel him.
“Not yet.” He closed his fingers on her wrist, voice like sandpaper. “I want to explore you first.”
Roman lay slowly down on top of her, a sensual weighted blanket covering every inch of her body. Muscles bunched in his upper arms. She wanted to close her teeth on his taut skin. Dipping his head to take her mouth again, he slid one leg between hers, nudging her knees apart and moving against her. He closed his fingers gently on her neck, slid them to her collarbone, the curve of her shoulder, the smooth expanse of her chest.
He brushed his palm over one nipple and traced it with his fingers. The sensation was exquisite. Elenie’s head twisted from side to side. She was losing her mind to the feel of Roman’s touch on her skin, the pressure of his hardness against her thighs.
He stroked her stomach, the back of his hand teasing the underside of her breasts with every sweep. And all the while, his mouth painted hers with kisses so tender and warm that a knot of emotion lodged at the base of her throat.
Roman’s hand slid lower. His eyes burned into hers as he paused above her center.
“Yes,” she murmured. “Touch me. Please.” They both drew matching jagged breaths when he obeyed.
“Elenie.” His voice sounded pained. “Fuck, I didn’t think I could get any harder.” His fingers dipped into the silky wetness between her legs, gliding back and forth in a gentle sweep that sent her hips rolling against him. “You feel like velvet,” he whispered into her mouth.
She clenched when his thumb brushed her clit, a million nerve endings tingling all over her body. Her muscles tightened and cried out for release from the delicate touch, the too-sensitive vibrations. When he pushed a finger deep inside, she moaned against his neck. Another joined the first and the delicious stretch sent tremors through her shaking thighs. He stroked her with histhumb, circling, teasing, exploring. A starburst of colors flickered beneath her eyelids. She bit her lip, poised on the edge of a cliff dive of sensations. Wanting more. Needing more. So ready to fall.
“Let me taste you.” He grunted the words into her hair, raising himself onto braced arms and prowling down her body. “I want you to come on my tongue.”
