Page 40 of Reaper & the Lioness
“Why do you want to know?” I asked, letting my fingers drift across her stomach. “Planning to run a background check?”
Eva’s smile was trouble. “Just want to know what to scream when you stop asking questions.”
I huffed a laugh. “You think you’ll have enough breath left for that?”
She leaned in, her lips brushing my ear. “Fucking try me.”
I liked her boldness. I liked her smart mouth even more. “Roman. That’s the name you’ll be begging for.” Only the government and my mother called me Roman. And now Eva would, too.
She grinned, her pupils dilated and cheeks flushed. “Roman,” she repeated in a low, taunting tone. “I don’t beg for anyone or anything. You’ll be the one begging.”
I smirked as her hands started to move down my chest. I caught them, pinning her wrists between us as my lips grazed against her throat.
“You want to keep mouthing off, or do you want to find out how loud I can make you scream? And how long I’ll make you beg?”
I kissed down her chest, pausing again at her pebbled nipples before running my lips down her stomach. I released her wrists and she leaned back on her elbows, flattening the surface of her body to allow better access. As my teeth scraped her hip bones, Eva arched her back with a sharp intake of breath.
I ran my hand up her thigh once more, this time brushing my thumb against her clit. Eva moaned again, her head tilted back in the pleasure of the sensations. I dipped my head down, swiping my tongue up her center before sucking at the bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs. She was already slick with desire.
“Oh, fuck, Roman,” she said in a strained whisper as if she struggled to hold it together.
“Let go,” I said before swirling my tongue against her again. “Just enjoy the ride.”
Her hips bucked as I worked her with my tongue and fingers. I chuckled against her as she swore in a strained whisper. Her climax hit hard and fast, her body shuddering beneath me. As she came down from her high, I scooped her up, wrapping her legs around my waist. I carried her to the bedroom, pausing only to turn the stove to simmer.
I planted her on the bed, admiring her naked form as I reached for the back of my T-shirt and pulled it over my head.
I paused. “Please tell me you’re on birth control.”
She only nodded in response. Thank God, because I kept my condoms in my spare room at the clubhouse, and riding my bike to the store at this point would be uncomfortable as fuck.
Eva watched my every move, and hunger shone in her stormy eyes. I unbuttoned my jeans and kicked them to the floor. Fuck me, this woman was as beautiful as she was dangerous. My heart raced as I stood at the edge of the bed.
Crawling over her on the soft blue quilt, I began to slowly kiss her neck again. Her hands roamed all over me—running down my abs, my back, my cock. The sensations overwhelmed me, making it hard to focus, to stay in control. I sat up, leaning back on my heels to grab her wrists and pin them above her head.
Eva’s eyes lit up with excitement, reminding me of our first encounter.
“Do I need to remind you of our little conversation in the hallway at the club? When I said you’d be begging me?” I teased my cock against her, and she arched her hips into me.
“Roman, please.”
As much as I wanted to continue to tease her, to make her beg, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I’d craved Eva since the moment I set eyes on her. I slid into her, giving her a few breaths to adjust.
“Fuck,” I moaned, each letter of the word escaping my mouth slowly. I crushed my mouth to hers in a kiss as violent as our pasts.
As I thrust into her, our pace became a desperate plea to release the tension that had started building a week ago when we’d first met. I released her wrists and moved my hands to her hips, seeking leverage.
“Fuck. Oh, fuck,” she said in a breathy moan. “Roman, faster. Harder.” She ran her fingers over my shoulders before gripping my biceps.
She tightened, approaching another orgasm. Her pleas drove me wild. I quickened my pace, my own release barreling right behind hers. She arched her body and tilted her headback against the pillow, tightening around me like a vise just moments before I pulsed inside of her.
I moved over, leaning to my side. “Fuck me, that was …” I trailed off, unsure how to describe how my heart raced in my chest.
“Yeah,” Eva agreed, still panting. “That was really …”
“Fucking amazing isn’t enough to describe it, is it?”
She laughed and shook her head.
