Page 68 of Deadly Secrets
And I’m the one to do it.
Kissing away his protests, she wrapped a hand around his enlarged penis and gave a tug before she rolled the condom off.
He sucked in his breath, then captured her by the back of the neck and kissed her hard.
She stroked him, loving the power she seemed to have over him, the water and steam making it feel like a dream. Sliding down his neck, chest, and lower to his abdomen, she finally found what she wanted.
On her knees, she kissed the head, licked the ridged length of him, sliding the tip of her tongue into the slit.
“Jesus,” he swore, his hips bucking. His hands sank into her wet hair as she took him deep, sucking him into the back of her throat.
They moved together in a slow, intense rhythm, Brooke setting her hands on his powerful thighs for balance. As the pace increased, his hands keeping their hold on her head, she felt the shift in his body. The powerful drawing in of his muscles as if he were about to deliver a punch. He took one of her hands and placed it on his balls.
She had much to learn.
Gently massaging his sac, she loved the way he cursed again and pumped into her mouth.
The feel of his muscles contracting told her all she needed to know. One final deep suck and she clenched him to the roof of her mouth with her tongue.
“Fuck!” he yelled, the sound accompanied by his release.
She continued to drink him in, using her tongue, her cheeks, swallowing every last drop of his release.
His hold relaxed and he sagged against the tiles, drawing her off her knees and giving her a heavy-lidded look. “Believe me when I say…”—his chest heaved as he took a deep breath—“you do not need tips in the seduction department.”
The compliment made her grin. She took up the bar of soap and started raising suds. The soap jumped from her hands and she let it fall, running her hands over her breasts and enjoying the way his eyes darkened. He got up, reached out of the shower, and came back with a fresh condom.
Roman sat on the wooden-slatted seat—cypress by the look of it—and wiggled his fingers at her. “Come here.”
“I’m dirty.” She grinned but stayed out of his reach.
“Yes, you are.”
“I’m serious. That boxing stuff made me sweat. So you just sit there and enjoy the show.”
She found the soap and ran the bar over her ankle, calf, and up higher. At the juncture between her thighs, she used it to spread her folds, then turned so he could see her butt and used it to stroke each of her cheeks.
The soap went flying again when Roman came off the seat and grabbed her, forcing her hands to the tiled wall as he bent her forward. Her heavy breasts swayed and he filled his hands with them, pinching her nipples and making her gasp.
He was hard again and had covered himself. She felt the hot length of him slide along her backside as he leaned over and ran his tongue over each vertebrae of her spine.
She spread her feet wider and welcomed the heavy fullness of him as he entered her from behind. One hand tangled in her hair, the other clutched her hip as he began driving himself into her.
Her arms shook as she braced herself against his assault, every nerve in her body sending up a cheer. Deep down, she knew that no matter how much she tried to take care of him, he would always give her twice as much.
Roman whistled as he took the steaks off the grill and slid them onto the platter. Inside Brooke napped on the couch in the den, exhausted after their workout. He liked that he could wipe the worry off her face and put her into a blissful sleep after their long, complicated day.
Positioning a steak and a pile of the grilled vegetables on each of the plates he had set out, he continued to whistle under his breath. Unlike Brooke, he was energized from the three rounds he’d gone with her from the training room to the shower, and damned if he wasn’t ready to go again.
She was killing him. Every word she spoke, every look she gave him. It was all seduction and she didn’t even realize it.
He didn’t want to examine it too hard, but it wasn’t just the physical exercise pumping him up. The sex was hot and he loved every minute of it, glad that Brooke was so unencumbered under her buttoned-up, professional image. Yet it went far beyond that. Beyond his need to protect and keep her safe. She accepted life on its terms like he did. She wasn’t a drama queen, nor did she pry into his psyche, and she had a sense of humor even after all the shit she’d been through. She was tough and smart, kind and funny, all at the same time.
She made him feel better about himself.
A tough job.
He wanted to free her from her pain in return.
