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If only the rule-following part of her brain wouldshut the fuck upand let her enjoy this perfect man with his face between her legs. She wanted him. He wanted her. Why did it need to be more complicated than that?
Because it is, her brain warned.
“Shut up,” she mumbled, and Roman lifted his head.
“What?”
She pushed his face back down. “Not you. Keep going.”
He did as she asked. Seconds later, an orgasm chased away all those pesky little thoughts, leaving only exhilaration in its wake. Panting and leaning against the cool tiles, she gave Roman’s arm a weak tug. He stood and hitched her hip up on his thigh, nudging her opening with his dick. Then he paused and dropped his head to her shoulder.
“Fuck,” he muttered. “I don’t have any condoms. I’ll have to go get one.”
She draped her arms—heavy with the thudding pulse of her climax—around his neck. What she was about to admit had the potential to change everything between them, but she was feeling too good to care.
“I have an implant. And you’re the only... well, the only other person...” She swallowed hard and couldn’t go on. He had to know he was not just the only person she’d been withsinceHector, but the only other person she’d been withever.
His stare ran the gamut of emotions. She thought she saw surprise, arousal, and maybe even something deeper, something too scary to name.
Just as she was starting to rethink her impulsive suggestion, Roman cupped her cheek and kissed her. She tasted herself on him, which reminded her of how good he’d already made her feel this morning. Her body trembled with remembered aftershocks.
“You, as well.” He rested his forehead on hers and voiced the admission into the scant space between them. “Since the moment we met, I have wanted no one but you.”
Her heart pounded as steam billowed around them, forming a sort of cocoon where it was safe to say such things. It wasa different sort of admission than the one she’d made, but she nodded in acknowledgment. Their no-strings fling had somehow been exclusive all along.
He rubbed the head of his cock through her folds, bringing her back to the present moment and banishing all thoughts other than anticipation for what was to come.
“Can I?” he asked, and when she nodded, his hips pushed forward. As he filled her, she gasped at the difference in friction, at the deliciousness of being skin to skin. He gripped her other leg and lifted her, pressing her back into the tiles. She hung on around his neck as he pumped into her, water streaming over his back.
“God, you feel good.” He pressed kisses into the wet skin of her neck. “I’ve missed this. Missedyou.”
Me too, she thought. But she just hung on tighter.
“Touch yourself,” he commanded, and changed the angle so she could reach between them to rub her clit. Her fingertips brushed his shaft, and she thrilled at feeling him both inside and out.
“Fuck, Ava.” Roman scraped his teeth over the side of her neck, drawing a moan from her lips.
His hips moved faster, but it was like time slowed down, and Ava was aware of every thrust, of the water falling from the showerhead, of the cool tiles behind her shoulders, of Roman’s warm hands gripping her thighs and ass, of the bunch of his back muscles under her hand, of his scent, his taste, his cock burrowing deep inside her. She collected every detail, committing them to memory, so she’d have them to hold when this thing between them was over.
“Keep touching yourself.” He nipped her earlobe, and sherealized she’d been so consumed with the experience of being with him, she’d forgotten what she was doing. She resumed her efforts, and sensation swelled inside her, centering in her core and spreading outward like the precursor to an earthquake.
“Roman, I’m close,” she said on a gasp, and he changed the angle once again, hitting her right where she wanted it. “Yes. Oh god, yes, there.”
“Come, Ava. Come all over me.”
The thought of it—of coming on him with no barrier—did the trick. Her thighs tightened around his hips, her back arched, and the climax bore down on her. She cried out, her toes curling against his ass as spiraling fissures of pleasure sparkled through her veins, making her see stars.
Roman let out a grunt and thrust hard into her. As he stiffened, his fingers dug into the backs of her thighs, and he groaned as he came inside her.
Ava could barely breathe through the pulse pounding in her throat, and her legs wobbled when Roman gently set her down.
He pulled out and once again fell to his knees before her. He held her steady with a hand on her hip, then slipped her other leg over his shoulder. Parting her with his thumbs, he gazed at her with open longing.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, licking his lips.
“What do you see?” It was something she never would have dared ask in the past, but Roman’s open adoration made her bold.
He dragged his fingertips through the stickiness between her legs, sending another sizzle down her limbs. “You and me. Mingled. Inseparable.”
