Page 45 of Stick Fight

“It’s all I can think about.”

He groans as he dips a finger inside me. “Same.”

The elevator pings, and we both freeze. The doors begin to slide open and I quickly shove him. My dress falls, and he moves beside me, his fingers linking with mine as a group of partiers step in. He lowers his head, clearly not wanting to be recognized. We get a few looks, but before anyone can comment, the elevator comes to a stop on our floor, and Roman practically bursts through the crowd as he guides me off.

Without words, he hurries me down the hall and the next thing I know, we’re inside the room and he’s sliding the bolt into place. My body ignites when he turns to me, the fire in his eyes enough to set the room ablaze. Or at least the throbbing spot between my legs.

“Roman,” I whisper and tug off my wig, tossing it to the floor. He steps into me, running his hand through my hair, until it falls down my back. Holding the back of my head, he splays his fingers and guides my mouth to his. His kiss is tender at first, but when I moan and slide my tongue in, he growls, and devours me as he lifts my dress again, and picks me up. My legs go around his waist, and as he carries me to the bed, I note the trays of fruit, sweets, breads and cheese laid out on the coffee table.

In the bedroom, he stops before the bed, and I slide to my feet. He slides the back of his fingers along my cheek, his head dipped to the side. “Don’t worry. No one broke in and left food.”

I chuckle at that, and cup his face, my heart somewhere in my throat. “Thanks for clarifying.”

“You didn’t eat much earlier, and I wanted to make sure you didn’t go to bed hungry.”

My God, is this man for real?

Yeah, okay, maybe finishing what we started isn’t a good idea, and I should walk away right now.

“Are you hungry?” I ask.

“Yeah, baby, I’m hungry.” He takes a deep breath, his nostrils flaring. “For this.” He slides a hand between my thighs again. “For this.”

“I want that too,” I manage to get out. With both hands, he reaches down, and grips the hem of my dress again.

“Hands above your head.”

I do as he asks, and in one fluid motion—and while I know why he’s so skilled, I don’t currently want to think about it—he peels the dress over my head. As the room light shines on me, he takes a step back.

This afternoon, for some reason, it felt strange to undress in front of him, but that was silly. Not when he looks at my body like it’s the most gorgeous thing he’s ever set eyes on. He drinks me in, his eyes going up and down the length of me. The hunger in his eyes propels me into action, and I reach behind my back and unhook my bra. My actions are rewarded with a pleased growl and when my breasts spill free, he briefly closes his eyes.

“Fuck, you are gorgeous, Gabby.”

In a world full of models, I never thought of myself as gorgeous before, but this man makes me feel beautiful, treasured.

“Please…” His voice is tortured, a pleading edge to it when he continues with, “Please, babe. Keep going.”

With my chest rising and falling fast, my entire body ablaze, I slide my thumbs into my panties, and slowly drag them down my legs. I have never put on a show for a man before. I think it would have embarrassed me, and probably him. With Roman, everything we do, from laughing about old times to getting naked together, is natural.

I lift one foot and remove the panties, and he reaches out, holding me, and while he’s trying to balance me, everything in the way he cares for me throws me off balance. Once I’m stark naked, he takes his time to admire me again, and catching him, and even myself by surprise, I sit on the bed and widen my legs, completely exposing myself as I offer my body to him.

“Jesus,” he murmurs, and grips his hair, tugging like he’s losing his mind. “Baby, I was wrong.”

I arch a brow. “About.”

“I think I might be hungry for something else too.” Before I can ask, he disappears into the other room and comes back with a plate full of strawberries. He takes a bite of one and juice spills down his chin.

Dropping in front of me, he puts the rest of the berry into my mouth and I moan as the flavor explodes. “Delicious.”

“Yeah, delicious.” He sets the plate on the nightstand, and picks up another juicy berry. Positioning himself between my legs, he bites another strawberry and I gasp as he runs the dripping berry over my nipple. My gaze drops taking in the erotic movement, the way my nipples are peaking as he coats them with cold juices.

I lift my head, and find him watching me with curious eyes. If he’s wondering if I like it, the answer is yes, and I show him by moaning and arching my back, wanting more. He growls, and his mouth replaces the berry. He sucks in my hard nipple, savoring as he cleans me with his tongue.

He inches back, his breath hot on my wet nipple. “You are amazing, Gabs.”

Since it’s no time for words, I grip his head and guide him back, and his chuckle reverberates through me. He sucks and licks, nibbles and bites.

“Yes,” I cry out, my entire body ready to explode, but I don’t want this to be over any time soon. He pleasures my other breast to the same treatment, and I’m so drenched between my legs, I fear one touch, one sweet lick, and I’ll flood his mouth.

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