Page 72 of Deadly Secrets
He pinned down her hips, letting his lips trail lower over her ribs, running his tongue along each ridge before dropping to kiss her flat stomach, her hip bones.
He kissed her mound, slipping his tongue in between the folds. She gasped at the intrusion, but she was wet, ready.
Her knees fell open, baring her sensitive flesh more fully and he took advantage, gliding his tongue lower, deeper, making her arch even higher and moan.
“Oh my…god…Roman.”
The sound of his name on her lips, raw, sexy,needy,echoed in his head, and a strange sensation hit his solar plexus so hard, he had to focus on breathing for a moment.
Becausegoddamn, he wanted to hear that come out of her mouth every day, every night.
Her body was primed, calling for him. His dick banged against his shorts, begging to get out and answer.
“Please…”
The whispered word was so faint, his pulse beating so loud in his ears, he wondered if he’d actually heard it.
He knew what she craved, but he wanted to hear her say it. He raised his head, his eyes locking with hers over her arching, naked body. “What do you want, Brooke?”
Her head moved from side to side, long hair splayed out in generous waves. A mewing sound escaped her lips. She licked them, rocking her hips as if that were her answer.
“Say it.” He licked her inner thigh. “Say you want my tongue inside your sweet, tender pussy right now. You want me to fuck you with it and make you scream from the pleasure.”
“Yes…”
“Say it.” Her hands reached for him, but he snagged her wrists and held them. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want…you.”
The good doctor didn’t talk dirty, but the words she did say—I want you—ripped through him, pressing against his solar plexus again, making it hard to breathe in the most exquisite way ever.
Going down on her, he found her nub with his tongue, circled it a few times, then dropped to her entrance. She moaned and squirmed under his assault, her ankles digging in to his back.
Her scent filled his nostrils, her trembling thighs vibrating against his arms that pinned them open. He had her where he wanted her.
Mine.
He drove into her opening, lapped, withdrew and flicked up to her bud again. Repeated the sequence, creating a rhythm with her rocking hips.
As he felt her drawing close to release, he concentrated on circling, sucking, building the cadence she needed until…
“Roman!”
No whisper this time, her cry rang in the shadowed rafters, her body bucking under his imposed restraints and grinding against his mouth.
She was so fucking beautiful. So…
Mine.
In the aftermath, he tongued her gently, squeezing out the last of her pleasure. Then he released her and drew her boneless body to him, tucking her inside the protection of his arms as the fireplace continued to crackle and throw its light across both their bodies.
