Page 90 of More Than Nothing
With a hand on either side of her waist, Roman lifted Elenie off his lap. She made a small sound of protest, her eyes glazed, her lips swollen. So fucking tempting.
“Lie back,” he growled.
Her eyelashes lowered slowly, hiding her expression. When they rose again, her irises glittered like molten rock. “Why don’tyoulie back?” she suggested.
Roman’s breath locked in his throat. Elenie was often so guarded, so careful to fly under the radar, that it was easy to forget she wasn’t shy.
Without breaking eye contact, he lay back against the cushions. His heart crashed inside the cage of his ribs when she climbed astride him. He couldn’t hold back a graveled grunt as her core settled over his hips. “Fuck—”
Her hands traced the muscles of his abdomen, the planes of his chest. He twitched and jerked beneath her touch, his breath coming harder. Clenching his jaw, Roman fought to lie still enough to let her explore.
“Your body is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” she murmured and he felt ten feet tall. Elenie lifted dazed eyes. They were deep pools of stormy gray. “Why do I want to sink my teeth into you? I think there must be something wrong with me.”
His husky laugh caught in his throat when she leaned forward and flicked her tongue over his nipple. His hips bucked under hers, his hands grabbing at her waist. “Ah, yes... That’s—”
Her hot little mouth closed over the firm pebble she’d created, sucking him like he’d sucked her. Sparks burst over the surface of his skin. She reached for the button of his jeans, sliding the zipper down with difficulty and releasing the pressure on his aching cock. Elenie’s cool fingers slid into his shorts and closed around his hardness. She moved her hand up and down his shaft. Roman’s eyes rolled. Every muscle bunched and quivered.
Her touch was magic. Nothing had ever been this good before; never had someone played his body with such mastery.
With every stroke, she kissed him. Teasing brushes of her lips over his nipples, his collarbones, the curve of his biceps. She dragged her teeth up the column of his neck and bit down lightly just beneath his ear, like a racy little vampire. Her bare breasts pressed against his chest and it was all too much.
Roman reversed their positions with a growl and surged to his feet. Pushing his jeans and his shorts down in one impatient movement, he kicked them off and left them in a heap on the rug. In seconds, he’d grabbed and ripped open the foil packet of the condom and rolled it over his length.
He locked eyes with Elenie. There was something so intense in her expression but it disappeared before he could examine it. She reached for him, even as he parted his lips to question her.
“I need you,” she whispered.
Roman lowered himself over her. “You have me.”
Taking most of his weight on one elbow, he threaded the other behind Elenie’s knee, opening her up to him. He paused at the entrance to her warmth, dirty words falling like flattery from his lips.
Her eyes fluttered shut as she moaned and pulled him closer. “Yes, Roman. Just there. I... ah—” Her words trailed away as he pressed slowly home and slid into her heat. She arched against him.
They moved together, push against push, stroke for stroke. Her softness the perfect fit for his angles. Nothing else mattered. There was nothing but her.
“I want to be so deep,” he ground out, rasping the words into her neck. “I can’t get close enough. You feel incredible. God, Elenie!”
He tried to remember every traffic violation he’d written up since his return just to distract himself from the way she gripped him as he moved inside her, but it was impossible.
“More, Roman. More.” Her breathy gasps drove everything else out of his head.
Elenie closed her teeth on his shoulder and he shuddered, utterly destroyed. She clenched and bowed beneath him, her hips grinding into his as she climaxed. Roman, gripped by the waves that pulled her under, came in surges that wracked his body, emptying himself inside her.
They were both left gasping in the wake of the storm.
Chapter 43
Elenie
“Where did you get this scar? Not Florence again.” She ran her finger over a narrow ridge of silver skin on the inside of his forearm.
“I honestly don’t remember, but I don’t think she was to blame for that one.”
She adored the low rumble of Roman’s voice when it was a little hoarse from passion. His chest rose and fell underneath her. Elenie rested her chin on her hand and smiled at him. “I like that you have scars. You need a few tiny flaws amongst all that perfection. Makes it less intimidating for the rest of us.”
Roman raised one eyebrow. “I’m perfect, am I? Says the woman with skin like velvet and eyes that could lead me into the jaws of hell.” He ran teasing fingers over the small of her back and gave her ass a squeeze. “And that’s without even mentioning your—”
“We were talking about you!” Elenie batted away his hand.
