Page 20 of Along Came Amor
With each touch, each kiss, each thrust, he was overwriting the memories on her skin and helping her make new ones.
Then, just as she was thinking she wanted more, he shovedup onto his arms and looked down at her, a devastating grin illuminating his handsome face. “Ready?” he asked, for the third time that night.
She nodded, not fully understanding what he was asking, but before she could do anything else, he drove deep, pulling a strangled gasp from her lips.
His hips snapped, plowing her into the mattress. This position changed the angle of his thrusts, and he hit that sensitive spot deep inside.
Roman gripped her jaw, gentle but firm. “Look at me, Ava.”
She blinked up at him, taking in the fiery intensity in his gaze, the urgency in his tone, the way his breath sawed in and out through parted lips.
“Talk to me.”
“I can’t,” she said on a moan. “I need—”
“Yes,” he rasped. “Tell me what you need.”
He surged within her, making her clench around him. The words exploded from her throat. “Touch me!”
His grin was quick and fierce. “Gladly.”
He pulled out and rolled her onto her side. Settling behind her, he curled around her like they were spooning and lifted her leg over his hip, opening her to him. Ava moaned as he slid into her again from behind, then gasped when he reached around to rub her clit while he thrust.
“Oh yes, that’s it,” she murmured, her eyes closed and her head thrown back into the curve of his neck. “Just like that.”
“Come on, Ava,” he ground out, the command hot against her ear. “Come for me, querida.”
That decadent feeling inside her swelled, and as if his words were magic, the climax crashed over her, sweeping her away inits current. Her entire body throbbed with aftershocks, and she was only dimly aware of Roman’s ragged groan as he clutched her hip and thrust to completion a few seconds later.
Her heart pounded against her ribs as she stared at the bedside lamp and fought to catch her breath.
Three times. Roman had made her comethree timestonight.
Had that ever happened before? In the early days, Hector had sometimes made her come before they had sex, and then again during. By the end, she was lucky if she came at all.
Roman ran his hand down her side in a lazy caress. “You all right there?”
She twisted to peer at him over her shoulder. With his head cushioned on his bicep and his eyelids drooping sleepily, he looked utterly adorable.
“Thank you,” she said softly. “That was everything I could have hoped for.”
His lips curved, the look in his eyes warm and friendly. “All I did was give you what you asked for.”
Exactly, she thought.
He pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “As much as I’d love to stay like this, I should get you a washcloth.”
“I’ll get it.”
She started to shift, but he held her still with a hand on her hip.
“No, you will not. You stay here and relax.” When he withdrew from her body, her core gave a twitch at the loss of him.
Ava rolled onto her back and smiled contentedly at the ceiling. “All right.”
While Roman ducked into the private bathroom, her mind picked over all the things she’d shared with him, things she told almost no one, let alone a stranger.
It was part of what made Roman the perfect one-night stand. He was incredibly easy to talk to, and apparently that extended to telling him how she liked to be kissed, touched, and fucked.
