Page 63 of If You Love Me

She sighs with relief, working the buttons free with nervous efficiency. I reach behind her and flick the clasp of her bra open. It slides down her arms and catches in the crook of her elbows. She only let’s it drop to the floor once all the buttons on my shirt are unfastened. Lexi runs her hands up my chest and pushes my shirt over my shoulders, tugging it free and tossing it aside.

I don’t stop her, too enthralled with how good it feels to be with her like this again, without all the walls between us. Every touch and caress heighten our connection, easing the painful ache that’s ruled me all these months.

“So fucking beautiful.” I cup the generous swells, thumbssweeping across her taut nipples as I capture one stiff peak between my lips.

Lexi’s hands slide into my hair on a quiet gasp, and she wraps her arm around my head, trying to keep me there. I chuckle, then bite as I carefully circle her wrists, pinning them to her sides.

She groans her displeasure when I straighten, lush bottom lip jutting out in an adorable pout.

I arch a brow. “Where’s my sweet angel?”

“I need you. I missed you.” She rubs her thighs together. “I missedthis.”

“Me, too.” I curve my hand around the side of her delicate neck, her pulse pounding under my palm.

Her eyes flutter closed.

“Don’t block me out, not when we’re here and this close to finally having what we’ve been waiting for.” I brush my lips over hers and press my thumb against the soft space under her chin. “Look at me, Alexandria.”

Her lids lift with her shaky exhale.

“I feel it every time we’re in a room together,” I admit. “This unquenchable need to be near to you.”

Her eyes soften. “The past few weeks have been so hard. That kiss unlocked a door I can’t close, and I don’t want to.”

“We’ll figure out tomorrow, but for tonight, you’re mine.” I search her eyes. There’s no hesitation, no uncertainty, just the same longing and desire I feel.

“Only yours,” she agrees.

I slant my mouth over hers and pop the button on her jeans. She grips my shoulders, nails biting into the skin as I drag the zipper down. I sweep a trail along the waistband of her panties as I kiss a path down her throat, over her collarbones to her breasts, pausing to devote attention to each nipple before I drop to one knee and press my lips below her navel.

Lexi’s hands slide into my hair as I shimmy her jeans down her legs. I tap the top of her foot and she steps out of them. NextI remove her holiday-themed socks, leaving her in panties. My fingers glide up the outside of her thighs, relishing the goose bumps that rise along her skin, proof that I affect her the way she does me.

I curve my palms around her ass and nuzzle against her panty-covered sex, inhaling deeply. “Smells likemine,” I growl.

“Always yours, Roman.” Lexi’s fingers curl in my hair.

The things it does to me when she says my name like that. All my careful control finally snaps. I rise in a rush, wrap my hands around her waist, and toss her onto the mattress. She slaps a palm over her mouth to cover her shocked gasp. I move to stand at the end of the bed, drinking in the sight of her. Her gaze rakes over me, greedy and hot. She hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her panties.

“No.” I shake my head as my fingers close around one ankle. “I get to take those off.” I sink to my knees and bite just above the inside of her knee. “With my teeth.”

“Oh fuck,” she whimpers.

“Only if you’re good.” That’s a lie and we both know it. It doesn’t matter if she’s naughty. I’ll still give her whatever she wants, what we both want.

I fight to stay in control as I kiss an agonizingly slow path up the inside of her thigh. Her skin is warm under my lips, pebbling with each purposeful nip and kiss. When I reach the apex, I gently bite the satin covering her pussy, tugging before I let it snap back into place.

Her toes curl. “Roman, please.”

I splay my hand across her abdomen. “What was that?”

“Please.” She tries to roll her hips again, but I shake my head and she stills, breath leaving her in soft pants.

“Please what? What do you need?” I follow the edge of her panties along the juncture of her thigh.

“You. Your mouth on me,” she whispers.

“My mouth on you where? Be explicit.”

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