Page 17 of Along Came Amor
“You and your husband stopped kissing?” He kept his tone light. Inside, he wondered what kind of fucking idiot would ever stop kissing this woman.
“It was a gradual thing. We stopped kissing hello and goodbye, good morning and goodnight.” She gave a little shrug. “Then we stopped kissing during sex. Maybe we were too comfortable? Too busy? But it was something I really liked, and then we didn’t do it anymore. I can’t... I can’t even remember the last time we kissed.”
That particular branch of memory lane seemed to be bringing her down. To distract her, he asked, “What kind of kissing do you like?”
He didn’t think she’d answer, but then her tongue darted out to touch her lower lip, and he nearly groaned.
“Deep,” she whispered. “Slow, wet, consuming kisses, where the entire world falls away and you can’t think about anything else but the other person’s lips and tongue.”
The heat in her eyes, the breathiness in her voice—and also the hesitation—added fuel to the firestorm raging inside him. He shifted closer, and when he spoke, the question came out rough. “Do you want to kiss me, Ava?”
Her eyes had gone heavy-lidded and molten with desire. Her lips parted and the words escaped in a single breath. “More than anything.”
He lowered his voice. “Then do it.”
As if she’d only been waiting for permission, she propelled herself forward, sliding her hands over his shoulders until thefront of their bodies bumped together and her bare breasts pressed to his chest.
Those long legs of hers wrapped around his hips, bringing their pelvises into contact with only two thin layers of wet cotton separating them. Roman clamped a hand on her ass to hold her to him and felt himself harden. Catching his jaw between her wet hands, she tugged his face to her. His mouth landed on lips that were impossibly soft, impossibly full. The taste of her went right to his head, faster and far more potent than the champagne. Remembering what she’d described, he poured himself into the kiss, taking his time and exploring every part of her mouth with every part of his.
Deep. Slow. Wet.
She moaned in the back of her throat, and her hands fisted in his wet hair even as her tongue slid languidly against his. The combination of hard and soft undid him, and he lost himself in her taste, in her touch, in her scent, like orange blossoms floating on the sea.
Fuck, he’d never had a kiss quite like this.
“What else do you like, Ava?” He pressed her to the side of the pool, his hips surging forward to grind his aching cock on her. “This?”
Her head fell back with a gasp. “Do that again.”
How could he deny her? Lining them up, he pushed his hardness against her through their underwear, and she whimpered, clutching at his slick shoulders.
“You like that?” he asked, wanting her to say it, wanting her to voice her desires.
“Yes! Don’t stop,” she choked out.
As if he could. He paid close attention to the noises she made so he knew when he was rubbing the right spot. Thenhe ground them together, sliding his cock over her clit again and again.
Was it still called dry humping if you were in a swimming pool? Who even cared? Suddenly, nothing in Roman’s life mattered more than bringing this woman to orgasm in exactly the way she wanted it.
She dropped her head onto his shoulder, moaning into his ear and pressing desperate kisses to the side of his neck. Her strong legs kept them locked together, and he gripped the edge of the pool, trying not to come. When her cries reached a higher pitch, he quickened his pace.
“Roman.” She gasped his name, her nails digging into his back. “Yes. Just like—”
Her voice broke on a hoarse moan, and her pelvis bucked. In that moment, he wanted nothing more than to tear their underwear aside and plunge into her. Imagining the wet heat of her surrounding his cock made him groan along with her, but he held back. By the time she stilled, they were both breathing hard.
His heart pounded, and not just from the relentless arousal coursing through him. She was the one who’d come, yet he felt an immense level of satisfaction that usually only occurred after successful power plays in the boardroom. Hearing her cries, feeling her cling to him like he was her anchor in a storm, made him feel more powerful than all his many bank accounts.
“Oh my god,” Ava muttered, her arms limp around his neck. “That was... incredible.”
“You’reincredible.” He kissed her deeply, wanting more, taking whatever she was willing to give. Her arms tightened, her fingers sliding into his hair as her tongue tangled with his.
Desperation stole his breath, and he pulled back enough tolook into her eyes. “What else do you want, sweetheart? Just tell me and it’s yours.”
“Everything.” She peppered his face with kisses like she couldn’t stop. “I want everything. One night. No overthinking. Give me all of you, Roman.”
“I’m yours,” he said, and meant it. Bracing his feet, he lifted her out of the water. “Now get that beautiful ass inside.”
Chapter 4
