Page 22 of Deceit & Desire

Finally, I swallowed hard around the lump in my throat, and looked up, holding Roman’s gaze so he could see I was being honest with him.

“I said what I said. I meant it. I’m here for good. I’m wearing your ring, and if you don’t fuck me right now, I’m going to scream.”

“All in good time, baby, I promise. Patience is a virtue.” Roman’s chuckle was dark and sensual, and it sent a shiver ripping through me from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. He leaned down and kissed the bite mark he’d left on my neck, and my toes curled inside my boots.

I angled my neck, offering him better access to the spot. “Is that a threat or a promise?”

“Both, baby. It’s always both,” Roman murmured, flashing me a wicked smile as he un-buttoned my shirt, feathering kisses against every inch of skin he exposed on his path downward.

I moaned, burrowing my fingers in his hair, loving the feel of the impossibly soft black curls sliding through my fingers like warm silk as he pushed my shirt off my shoulders and exposed the black lace bra I’d worn underneath.

“Like what you see?” I arched a brow at him, enjoying the way his hungry gaze devoured me.

“You know I do.” His voice was a deep, husky growl as he leaned down, taking one of my nipples in his mouth through the lacy fabric of my bra.

The combination of his hot, wet tongue and the roughness of the lacy fabric rubbing against the sensitive bud of my nipple pulled a breathy little moan out of me that morphed into a yelp of shock when he bit down harder than I was expecting.

“I thought you didn’t want people on the ranch to hear me screaming.” I hissed the words through gritted teeth, giving his arm a swat of warning as I narrowed my eyes at him.

Roman laughed, then, a warm, rich, real laugh that shook the whole bed and rumbled into my chest, filling me up with heat and effervescence as it echoed up to the log cabin’s vaulted ceilings, bouncing off the exposed rafters.

“That’s not entirely accurate, baby.” Roman hooked one of his thick, work-roughened fingers in the waistband of my jeans, running his finger back and forth in a light, teasing touch. “Just because I don’t want people to hear you screaming at me doesn’t mean I don’t want them to hear you screamingforme. There’s a big difference.”

“Holy fuck.”

A hot blush set my cheeks on fire as he winked at me, un-buttoned my jeans, and jerked them off me in one smooth, decisive motion. With fluid grace, he tossed my jeans over the bedroom loft’s rail, sending them flying out in the open air that overlooked the living room, leaving them to land haphazardly, somewhere out of sight downstairs. His eyes dilated almost completely black as he took in the black lace thong I was wearing underneath my jeans.

“The matching lingerie is real cute and all, but you don’t need it. Take it off.”

My heart skipped several beats, and my core throbbed with heat and need, but I narrowed my eyes at Roman. “I don’t remember you being this bossy. I don’t know if I like it.”

Roman reached down and hooked a finger in the crotch of my thong, feeling exactly how hot and wet it was as he tugged it off, and he arched one eyebrow at me, grinning like an arrogant fiend.

“Oh, you like it, baby. Don’t even try to lie.”

I opened my mouth to argue, but knew it was pointless, so I propped up on my elbows and glared at his flannel shirt and jeans, hating how I was stripped bare of everything except my bra, but his clothes were still very much in my way.

“Why the fuck do you still have clothes on?”

Roman chuckled, shaking his head. “You never were a patient woman, baby. I promise you, though, in this instance, patience will be more than worth it.”

I was on the brink of asking him what the hell he thought he was talking about when he dropped to his knees beside the bed, stroking his warm, rough hands over the soft flesh of my thighs for a moment before propping my legs up on his broad shoulders and burying his face between my thighs. Shuddering, I stifled a moan as his beard scraped against the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs while his tongue plunged between my folds. My eyes rolled back in my head and I bit my bottom lip to stifle the deep, guttural moan that threatened to spill out of me.

“Mmm. You taste even sweeter than I remembered, baby.” Roman’s husky voice raised goose bumps on my skin and his words made the liquid heat pooling deep inside me burn even hotter.

He licked a path from my dripping wet slit all the way up to my throbbing, hypersensitive clit. He sucked that aching little bud of nerves into his mouth, torturing me with lips and teeth and tongue until I cried out, squirming and panting and begging for mercy.

“Fuck, Roman, that feels so good I think I might die, but I need more. Please—” My voice broke as he nipped at my clit with his teeth, then continued licking and sucking, eating my pussy like a starving man whose only hope of survival was buried between my legs.

I bucked and writhed beneath him, grinding against his face, desperate for release. A soul-deep, greedy groan ripped out of me when he slipped two thick, work roughened fingers inside me, stretching me and pumping his fingers in perfect tandem with his tongue.

“Oh my god, Roman, I’m going to come.” I rasped out the words on a desperate moan, my fingers fisted in his hair, holding him in place for dear life as I rocked my hips to meet the pumping motions of his fingers.

“Damn right you are, and you’re going to do it screaming my name.” Roman growled the words directly into my core, his dark eyes staring up at me, capturing my gaze and holding it as he curled his fingers and massaged my g-spot.

“Yes, Roman, fuck yes!” I arched so hard I bowed up off the bed and screamed his name so loud the whole ranch very well could have heard, and I didn’t give a damn because the relentless orgasm he was wringing out of my body with his mouth and his fingers shattered me to pieces, and it was the only thing in the world that mattered.

“Roman, please...” I whimpered and half-choked on a needy sob. “I need you. I need all of you inside of me more than I need air. I’m going to come apart at the fucking seams if you don’t take me now.”

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