8. Romi

Chapter 8

Romi

That's a freaking understatement. I've spent too long being careful, cautious, thinking ahead, and planning every leap.

I tell myself just to go for it before I lose my nerve.

Leaning in, I kiss him, a soft brush of lips that's not just a test of water, but a full-blown swan dive.

Surprise flickers in his eyes before he wraps his arms around me, pulling me into an embrace that causes my heart to nearly pound out of my chest.

"I hope you don't mind if I take things into my own hands," I mutter as I slide my hand between our bodies. A massive shudder runs through his body as I give his rock-hard cock a little squeeze.

"Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?" he growls and leans over to nibble on the side of my neck.

"I'm trying to make a move on you." I unzip his pants and slide my hand inside. "Am I doing it right?"

"You couldn't do it any better." He kisses me and slides his tongue into my mouth. While our tongues tangle, I wrap my hand around his hardness and give it a little squeeze. When he lifts me against his hard chest, I give a little squeak and curl my arms around his neck to hold on tight as he carries me through his mansion to his bedroom.

He tosses me onto his silk-covered bed and I land in the center, bouncing a few times. He steps back and drags his shirt over his head and tosses it aside, so I decide to follow his lead and remove my shirt. His eyes roam over my curves, heating me up from the inside out.

Wow, I think as I stare at his muscular chest and a set of perfect washboard abs. Biting my bottom lip, I watch as he makes quick work of his shoes and pants. When he prowls toward me, I stare at his massive cock bouncing up against his flat stomach, and a little spark of fear cuts through me. Actually seeing it up close makes me wonder how in the world my virgin lady bits are going to handle all that… maleness.

"I'm not sure this is going to work." I point back and forth between his large erection and my unused girly parts.

"Don't worry, little treat, we'll make this work perfectly," he groans and prowls toward me. I bite my bottom lip and watch as he quickly pulls my yoga pants and underwear down my legs.

"I haven't ever done this before." I spell it out so there are no misunderstandings between us.

"That's good because I can't stomach the thought of another man touching your gorgeous little body."

"There's that caveman attitude I know and love," I grumble lightheartedly without thinking about what I'm saying.

"Get used to it." He wraps his hands around my legs and pulls me to the edge of the bed. His navy-blue eyes hold mine captive while he drops to his knees and runs his hands up my spread thighs. "I love you, little treat." I barely hear his whispered declaration. "I'm about to show you just how much."

"Please touch me," I beg, not sure how to respond so I let my body take over.

My eyes cross when he leans down and places soft kisses along the sensitive skin on the inside of my thigh. He gives a little nibble, distracting me before swiping his tongue straight up my wet center, completely blowing my mind.

He devours my pussy, causing me to lose track of time. When he presses on my clit, pleasure flows through my soul as I go off like a firecracker. I ride out the orgasm while he lightly licks my wet opening.

"Holy cow," I manage to mumble as he slides his finger inside my wet center. He slowly slides a second finger in next to it and scissors them apart, rubbing a very sensitive spot deep inside me.

"My cock is dying to get inside you," he growls.

"Then hurry up." My impatience shows, but he ignores my plea and continues driving me wild with his fingers.

I'm ready to sing halleluiah when he finally drags me to the top of the bed and crawls over me.

He runs his nose along my collarbone, sending goosebumps skittering across my over-sensitized skin. When he rolls my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, I gasp his name and beg him to hurry up.

He finally heeds my pleas and lines his erection up with my wet center. I hold my breath and dig my nails into his shoulders as he pushes deep with one thrust. The bite of the burning stretch only lasts a few seconds. Pretty soon, pleasure flows through me, and I start lifting my hips up to meet his thrusts.

He kisses me and I forget everything except how Sullivan makes me feel. When he presses his thumb in small circles around my clit, the little sparks of pleasure grow into a low burning deep in my core.

He slides his arm under my left leg and lifts it above his shoulder, allowing him to slide a little deeper with each thrust.