Page 67 of Barristers & Bones

“I can’t put on a bra or a shirt with one hand.”

He smiled, then dropped his towel and walked over to me.

I couldn’t help myself–I glanced down, then my wide eyes bounced back up. “Is that all for me?” I half-joked.

His thick, long length jutted out from between his hard thighs and seemed to point straight at me. Cupping my chin in his hands, he leaned down and skimmed his lips across my uninjured cheek. “It is. And by the time I sink my cock into your wet, needy pussy, you’ll be begging me for it. But we’ll work up to that.”

My body tingled with sharp awareness as his shaft brushed against my stomach. From the first time Roman and I squared off in front of Gideon’s desk, I’d felt this pull to him. It had been juxtaposed with his dislike toward me, and I’d buried my feelings deep. It made no sense, but sometimes I thought he hated me even while the sparks ignited between us. I’d ignored it for months, but now I didn’t know what to do with this heat between us.

I swallowed and straightened. “You have a high opinion of yourself. It’d take a miracle to make me beg you for anything.”

He reached over and gently pulled the shirt out of my fingers. Then he wrapped his large, calloused hands around my forearms and pulled me into him. “A miracle?” He grinned softly and leaned in. “Or my mouth buried between your thighs, biting and sucking on your sensitive little clit while I lick up your juices?” He slid his hand behind my neck and massaged my scalp. “Are you brave enough to see if I can make you beg?”

The challenge in his eyes snared me, and I stared at him, wrestling with my need. I licked my lips, and he growled softly. Leaning in, he nipped at my lower lip, then slanted my head to fit against his mouth. As he probed, Roman walked me backward until I felt the dressing table at my back.

“Does it hurt?” he murmured, stroking my cheek.

“A little.” My jaw twinged, but his soft lips felt so good on mine.

“Then I’ll have to kiss other places.”

He lifted me onto the table and spread my legs, then cupped my ass cheeks and pulled me into his hips so I was flush with his cock. My body shivered at the intimate contact, even through my shorts. His hands felt so good, and when he touched me like this–as if he had every right to stroke, nip, and bite on my pale skin–heat flooded me, and my thoughts scattered.

As he kissed me, he rubbed his chest against mine, running his pecs across my bare nipples. Roman nibbled on my lower lip, then grazed his teeth down my neck and bit hard enough to cause a small sting. I moaned, need rolling through me.

Running his hands up my sides, he slid his thumbs across my nipples. I gasped at the contact and arched into him. He nuzzled the crook of my neck, then kissed his way down my chest. When he leaned over and sucked a peak deep into his mouth, I arched in pleasure and felt a twinge of pain from my bruised ribs.

“Your sweet tits are so lush and ripe. Do you like to feel teeth on your nipples while your pussy gets stroked?” He bent and took a breast in his mouth.

“I don’t know, I–ah!” Gasping, my back bowed in pain and pleasure when he started nipping and tugging on my nipple.

He fisted my hair and pulled my head back until my neck arched. Then he ran his teeth across my shoulder blade and bit down hard enough to make my blood race.

“You’ll learn to take what I give you, and I’ll teach you to crave it. Have you been spanked and fucked before?” His thumb rubbed against my sore breast, and I couldn’t put words together. “Answer me, my little cock teaser.”

“No,” I gasped. “Have you?”

He smiled against my neck. “I like togivethe spankings.”

I reached down, wrapping my hand around his shaft and squeezing. “And I want my own library, but we can’t always have what we want.”

Chuckling, he moved his hand up the inside of my thigh, running his fingers underneath my shorts. Then he slid a finger inside my panties and trailed it across my slit. “So fucking wet for me. Will you give me a taste?”

My head rolled to the side, and I started panting. “We shouldn’t do this.”

“Yes, we should. Or are you afraid I’ll get you addicted to my tongue and cock?”

His words sent deep desire and alarm pulsing through me, and I wondered if he could really do that. But I wanted him, and my pussy wept on his finger. “No, I’m afraid you’ll disappoint me–like most men do.”

He stilled at the words I hadn’t meant to say and grinned. “Challenge accepted. Let’s find out then, shall we?”

Roman nudged my shorts and thong aside, then rubbed the head of his cock along my opening, making sure to hit my clit. My hips moved restlessly to meet him, and he chuckled darkly. Stepping back, he stripped off my shorts and panties, then parted my legs and stroked my center.

I grabbed onto his shoulders. “Sweet Jesus, that feels so good.”

He pulled my legs apart, pushed me back on the counter, and leaned in to lick and suck on my clit. I let out a low wail as he worked me with his tongue. Then he slid two fingers deep inside me. The man knew what to do with a woman’s clit, and he hit nerve endings I didn’t know I had. No fumbling, no impatience. He feasted like he relished my taste, making me writhe and twist in mindless pleasure underneath him.

Replacing his fingers, he thrust his tongue inside me and rubbed the pad of his thumb against my center.

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