Page 21 of Stick Fight

“I want you, Gabby,” I whisper, my voice low and rough. “I want to strip you naked, spread your legs, and fuck you until you forgethisname.” She gulps, her eyes widening, shocked at my bluntness, but my words intensify the heat between us. “I just don’t want to do anything you might regret come morning.”

“No regrets,” she tells me.

I search her face, looking for any trace of hesitation, but all I see is raw want, a deep burning desire, and that’s enough for me. I nod. “No regrets.”

“Good.” A teasing glint enters her eyes, and she smirks, pulling me in for another kiss. “Now can you kiss me again so I can close my eyes and go back in time...” I cock my head and she grins. I’m about to ask what she means when she chuckles and finishes with. “…because I happen to like string beans.”

I grip the back of her head and pull her mouth to mine, tasting desperation on her lips. Heat flares between us as I shift, pressing her into the mattress beneath me. Her long, silky legs wrap around my waist, and I groan when my cock grinds against the hot, wet heat of her center.

The world outside dissolves into nothing. There’s only this moment, only her.

Gabs.

My mouth trails down her throat, and I breathe her in, her sweet, addictive scent searing itself into my memory. “God, you smell so good, Gabs.”

She moans, her nails raking over my back, and my muscles lock tight. I dip lower, dragging my lips across the curve of her shoulder, tasting her skin. I’m already on the edge, and we’ve barely started. My hand slides beneath the hem of her shirt. “I need you naked.”

“Yes.”

She inches up slightly, and her arms lift as I strip the shirt from her body. When I pull it over her head, trying to go slow, a futile effort to prolong this, my breath catches. I freeze, my eyes locking on her small, perfect breasts. Soft pink nipples. Perfectly round areolas. Creamy pale skin. So fucking beautiful it makes my chest ache.

“Gabs…” My voice comes out rough, barely a whisper. She meets my gaze, wide-eyed and vulnerable, and my heart beats a little faster. I’ve seen a lot of naked women before. But this. Her. It feels different. Sacred. Like I’ve been handed something rare. Something fragile. A priceless treasure.

I brush my fingers along the outer curve of her breast, and her nipples tighten beneath my touch. I know she’s not a delicate flower, and even though she took a blow tonight—this woman is tough—right now she feels so delicate in my hands. My heart thunders painfully in my chest as I lower my mouth, my breath skimming over her heated skin.

“I swear to God,” I murmur against her chest, “I’m going to worship every inch of you.”

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Gabby

And worship me he does.

I push up on my elbows, my breath hitching when his head lifts, and dark eyes are heavy with lust, and something else I can’t name as they lock onto mine. My chest tightens and I suck in a fast breath full of nervousness and anticipation. “Roman,” I murmur, unable to control the quiver in my voice as my body reacts to him in a way it’s never reacted to any man before. And yes, I was supposed to get married tomorrow night.

“Yeah, Gabs?” His voice is low, rough, and while it’s also full of need, it also holds a great amount of patience.

I swallow hard. “I just…” My mind is spinning as my body hums with a new kind of excitement, one that’s sharp and sweet and terrifying all at once. His gaze never leaves mine as his bottom lip grazes my nipple, and when he exhales, the heat of his breath skates over my skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. My body shudders involuntarily.

“Are you cold?” His brows knit with immediate concern, and somehow, that’s what undoes me. The fact that even now, in the middle of sex, he’s worried about me.

A choked laugh slips out of me, more breathless than amused. “No. The complete opposite.”

The corner of his mouth curls, dark and sinful, as his big hand cups my breast and squeezes just enough to make my back arch. His mouth follows, closing around my nipple in a long, slow suck that sends heat racing through my body.

“Yeah, you are,” he murmurs, before shifting to my other breast and giving it the same delicious torment. My head drops back, a helpless moan spilling from my throat as the heat from his mouth sinks through my body and pools low in my belly. My hips lift instinctively, grinding against him, and the rough groan he lets out is pure, primal approval. It shoots through me, making me reckless. Bold. Something I’ve never experienced in the bedroom before. Maybe even in life.

His mouth travels lower, trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses down my ribs, to my stomach. When he reaches my belly button, a ripple of unease flashes through me. I try to hide it but he senses it instantly, his head lifting, his dark eyes locking onto mine with concern.

I gulp. “Roman…” My voice is thin, breathless as I hurry out with, “Oh, God, are you…you don’t have to…”

“Of course I am and yes, I have to,” he says, a hint of amusement behind his heated words. But then his head cocks slightly. “Wait. Do you not want me to?”

“No, it’s not that,”I say far too quickly, and the flicker of suspicion in Roman’s eyes tells me I’ve only made it worse. “It’s just…not something.”

Ugh.Get out of my head, Cass.

Why am I talking so much? Overthinking so much? Roman must think I’m a total disaster. I’m sure sex is never like this for him. What woman would ever open her mouth when a man is gifting her with such pleasure. He should probably cut his losses and run now.

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