Page 18 of Along Came Amor
Who the fuck was New Ava and where the hell had she been hiding?
It was all Ava could think as she climbed out of the pool.
She stood at the edge, dripping water, in nothing but her panties—and she didn’t even care. For once, she wasn’t thinking about her body, or her hair, orwhat people would think of her.
And it feltamazing.
This whole night had been amazing. And it wasn’t over yet.
Holy shit. She was about to havesexwith this man. This sexy, attentive man who’d stepped in when she was feeling low and made her feel better than she had in ages.
Not just the orgasm—although that had been fantastic—but the way hesawher. The way he listened. The way he made her feel... about herself. It was like his innate confidence had rubbed off on her.
A warm breeze hit her wet skin, and instead of acting like a slap of reality, the humid air whipped her desire up once again, especially as Roman hauled himself out of the pool. Illuminated from below, the pool lights seemed to gild every ridge of his body. He was broad and thick with muscle, but not overly defined like someone who spent all their time in the gym. Thewater sluiced off his chest and drew her eye down to his groin where...holy hell.
His wet underwear clung tightly to him, leaving even less to the imagination than when the fabric had been dry. As if that weren’t enough, the head of his cock poked up out of the waistband. The teasing sight filled her with the overwhelming urge to lean forward and press a kiss to the tip, right before pulling the fabric aside and filling her mouth with him.
God, whowasshe? She couldn’t ever remember fantasizing about giving a blow job before.
Well, it seemed there was a first time for everything. And since she was feeling so bold, she licked her lips and took a step toward him.
As if he’d read her intention, Roman pinned her with a look that was pure electricity.
“Ava.” His voice held a little growl that thrilled her. “I am forty, which is at least five years too old to fuck on concrete. But that’s what will happen if you take another step closer, and we’ll both regret it tomorrow when our knees are torn to shreds. So for the love of god, I beg you—get inside so we can fuck on the bed.”
His words made her giggle, but they also lit a fire under her. Ava darted for the doors that led into the suite, only to be brought up short when faced with the prospect of walking indoors soaking wet.
“We’re drenched,” she pointed out as Roman came up behind her. “Should we—”
“I don’t care.” Roman scooped her into his arms and carried her inside.
“But what about the bed? Should we dry off first? Take a shower?”
He dropped a kiss onto her nose. “You’re overthinking things,” he chided gently.
She let out a sigh. “I can’t seem to help it.”
“Maybe I can be of some assistance.” He lay her down on the king-size bed and knelt beside her. “Because I’m dying to taste you, Ava.”
“Holy shit,” she whispered, his words sending shimmering waves of desire through her. “Are you—”
“Donotask me if I’m sure.” Roman gave her a stern look. “I am very, very,verysure I want to bury my face in this sweet pussy. And I’ll be extremely disappointed if you deny me the pleasure.”
His dirty talk had her insides clenching in readiness for him. She was extra glad she’d let Michelle talk her into getting that Brazilian wax. If anyone had asked when she’d have a man’s face between her legs again, she would have saidnever.
And yet here she was...
Ava tried to keep her tone light. “Well, if you’re sure you’re sure.”
He wrangled her wet panties down her legs and tossed them over the side of the bed. Stretching out on his stomach, Roman grabbed her hips and yanked her toward him. He slid her thighs over his shoulders and parted her folds with his thumbs. “You ready?”
Ava nodded quickly. Anticipation stole her voice and tensed her leg muscles, and when he stroked a finger down her slit, she trembled like a leaf in a storm.
“I’m going to thoroughly enjoy this,” Roman murmured.
Before Ava could think of a reply, he dragged his tongue up her vulva and over her clit.
She nearly shot off the bed like a rocket, and only his stronggrip kept her in place. His damp hands were cool, but his mouth was hot on her flesh.
