Page 92 of More Than Nothing
When she could breathe again, he slid up her body and took her mouth, hard and deep, with lips that tasted of her sex. His cock teased her opening, resting heavily against her thighs. “You’re my favorite taste. My favorite flavor,” he told her huskily.
Elenie tilted her hips in invitation, desperate to feel him inside her again, knowing how perfectly he filled her. Roman sat up in one quick movement, reaching for a foil packet from the drawer beside the bed. She watched him roll the condom over himself—the action, his hands, his bare muscled chest, all so erotic. Just seeing him close his fist around his hard length forced a breathy sound from her lips and his eyes blazed. He guided her legs apart and settled between them.
There was a moment of anticipation so full of need that it twisted her heart. Elenie wanted to pull him to her but it wasn’t necessary. She was so wet he slid inside in one exhilarating surge. Roman’s eyes closed. He rested his forehead on hers.
“Holy fuck, Elenie. How can it feel this good every time?” He began to move. “I want—I can’t... ah, yes. Just like that. So damn perfect.” The words escaped him through gritted teeth and he pulled her even tighter against his hips with one hand behind the small of her back.
With earthy whispers into her ear and his fingers in her hair, he drove her higher and higher. His control shattered piece by piece, taking Elenie with him as he began to fall apart. She drew him closer, her heart pounding, telling him how unbelievable he felt—how unbelievableshefelt.
And when they finally broke, they broke together.
Roman’s bedroom was the most heavenly place she had ever woken up in.
They hadn’t drawn the curtains, just fallen asleep immediately after the quickest of trips to the bathroom. And now the morning sun was breaking through the trees, casting light and shadow on her face as her eyelids flickered open.
For several long minutes, she watched the treetops bend and dance outside the glass doors, like the most graceful of chorus girls performing in time with each other. A smile curved Elenie’s lips—whether it was from the beautiful view, the warm ache between her thighs, or the possessive curve of Roman’s arm around her waist, she wasn’t sure. She decided she didn’t have to choose.
Turning her head just slightly, she found an even better view. Roman looked younger in his sleep. His face lost its hard angles to relaxation, and closed eyelids covered his usual focus and intensity. That he rested so peacefully gave her a fierce jolt of pleasure. He deserved more than undisturbed nights as a reward for all he’d gone through.
His eyes seemed less haunted recently, his posture less strained. If she could ease any of the weight he carried by listening and understanding, she’d do it in a heartbeat. The thought of him struggling hurt Elenie in ways that scared her.
She studied his heavy eyebrows, long eyelashes, and sharp cheekbones with greedy eyes, and that fearful fist pressed down on her chest. Why did it have to happen that the one man she wanted above all others was someone who deserved so much more than she had to offer?
Elenie knew her own value. She’d been told often enough. And she understood to her cost that you could wish all you liked for something but you couldn’t make it happen. People like her didn’t get that lucky. She swore to herself she would read the signs when the time came for him to move on. And she knew it would.However painful the memories might be in the future, she’d treasure this pocket of bliss forever.
Roman’s lips moved and he sighed. His fingers tightened on her waist. When his dark eyes opened and fixed on her face, Elenie basked in his lazy, sleepy smile.
“Good morning.” Rock-star husky, his voice raised the hairs on her arms. “What time is it?”
“Early, I think. I’m not quite sure.”
He rolled onto his back and stretched, his body long and lean like a wildcat. So damn sexy, he stole her words. “God, I slept well.” Roman’s eyes sparkled. “I wonder why.” His smile was infectious.
When he reached for her, Elenie slid into his arms. The moon to his sun.
“You are a million degrees,” she murmured against his chest. “So hot.”
“Why, thank you, ma’am.” Roman’s laugh rumbled next to her ear. He stretched to lift his phone from the nightstand and squinted at the screen. “You’re right—it is early. When are you due at work?”
“Eight.”
“Hmmm...” He ran his fingers lightly up her arm and she gave an involuntary shiver. “We have plenty of time then.”
Roman’s hands spanned her waist, dragging her over his body and sitting her astride his hips. When he kicked the quilt down with his feet, Elenie could feel the warmth of his impressive erection spring up against her ass.
“This would seem to be the time for an inappropriate joke about being armed and dangerous.” She stumbled over the words, a breathless laugh dying on her lips.
Roman’s throat moved as he swallowed and he didn’t seem to hear her. Just ran his hands up and down her arms, frowning at the new bruises that had bloomed overnight on her skin. Elenie didn’t want to think or talk about them. She leaned down to press hermouth against his neck, glorying in the heat of his skin. His body was huge and solid between her thighs. Tanned muscles jumped beneath her fingers when she stroked him.
“Maybe we could push breakfast back a little,” he rasped.
And they did.
“Tyson will be waking up in the cells this morning.”
“Oh?” Elenie raised an eyebrow as she bit into her toast.
“He headbutted Liam Morgan before we could get him into the squad car last night. Add that to pulling a broken bottle on me and he’s managed to turn a drunken fistfight into something more serious.” Roman watched her over his mug of tea. “If I can throw anything else at him, I will. You could have gotten hurt last night.”
