Page 64 of Fair Play
“My mom will hate that.”
“Your mom might be waiting for you to grow a pair when it comes to your sister.”
I pause thoughtfully. “You’re pretty smart, you know that?”
“I try.”
“I really am sorry our romantic evening was ruined. I thought I had a plan to surprise you.”
“A plan to think about trying to get me into bed?” I tease.
His tone when he responds is dead serious. “I think aboutthatevery minute of every day. Pretty much since we met.”
“Even that night at Blue Thunder?”
He hesitates. “Honestly? I was thinking more along the lines of not being another jerk after the one who was hitting on you at the bar. But in the back of my mind, yeah, I thought about being with you that night too. In fact, I’d like to take you to bed right now, Billie.” His eyes gleam with intensity but there’s a question there that’s a little hard to decipher.
“Is that a question or a statement?” I ask curiously.
“I don’t know how much I’m capable of,” he admits gruffly. “With the groin. Most of the necessary movements are painful right now.”
“We can wait,” I say, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Really. I’m happy to suck that perfect cock of yours—it totally turns me on. And then if you do what you do with your mouth, I’m a very happy girl.”
“I hate that I can’t make love to you the way I want to.”
“Focus on healing. We can play the ‘everything but’ game. And when you’re physically ready, it’ll be that much more special.”
“You’respecial. You know that?” He dips his head and kisses me, long and deep, as if there’s nothing else in the world he’d rather do.
Somewhere along the way, my towel falls and I’m naked, pressed against him, reveling in his touch. The way it feels as he runs his hands over my back, the curve of my hip, even over my ass. He’s attentive and gentle, in a way that makes me feel cherished. That’s the only way to describe the sensations that wash over me when he touches me.
“Under any other circumstances, I would have scooped you up in my arms right now,” he whispers against my mouth. “Carried you to my bed. Fucked you nice and slow. Watched as you came apart for me…”
“Soon,” I whisper, my body tingling with need. “Tonight, I’m happy to do anything you want.”
His response is to kiss me again, pushing me up against the wall and gathering both of my hands in his, holding them above my head. I’m essentially trapped by his much bigger body but it feels incredible. It feels even better when he uses his free hand to slip it between my legs and stroke me.
“You’re so wet,” he murmurs. “You like when you can’t get away…when I overpower you?”
“Yes.” I’m already breathless with need.
“You ever been tied up?”
I shake my head, no. “But I’d like to try. When you’re healed.”
He nods solemnly. “Definitely.” He pauses. “Lift your leg for me, baby. Wrap it around me as best you can.”
My right leg closes around his upper thigh and he runs a finger back and forth over my clit. He tugs the little hoop thereand then slips farther back so he can press a finger inside me. When he pulls it out, he holds it up.
“Look how wet you are for me. Do you like how you taste?”
I nod, even though I’m not sure that’s true.
“Lick my finger clean, baby.”
I open my mouth and suck on his finger. The taste isn’t my favorite but it’s not bad, just a little tangy and salty. What I do like is the look in Rome’s eyes as he watches me do it. Like I’m the sexiest woman in the world. Theonlywoman in the world.
And it’s a heady feeling.
