Page 37 of Unexpected Company
“That I hadn’t given much thought to the outside world since I met you. I’ve not had a moment to miss my phone or the outpouring of fan comments. But then when I was alone, my mind drifted back to the ‘incident’.” He unhooks his arms from around my neck and air quotes the word. “And I had thisburning desire to see what people were saying. To see if I’ve been forgiven or forgotten.”
He shrugs, rubbing his free hand over the back of his neck. “But...no internet.”
“Good,” I say, planting my lips against his, stealing a quick kiss. “Who cares what people are saying about you? Who cares what’s happening outside the walls of this cottage?” My lips ghost over his and down his neck, causing a shiver to ripple through him. “All that matters is right here, right now. How about we keep forgetting about everything else?”
My hands slide under his hoodie, smoothing up his back and then down to his ass, which I discover is covered in satiny boxers.
“You’re very wise, Mr…” His words trail off and he scrunches his nose.
“Reed,” I answer.
“You’re very wise, Mr Reed. Now, make me forget.”
My nostrils flare, my pulse skyrocketing at his demand. Roman’s hands splay across my back and up into my hair and he tugs, pulling my face closer, brushing his nose against mine.
Spinning around, I crash my lips into his, then haphazardly fumble us down the hallway and into the bedroom. I drop Roman on the bed, his hoodie rising to give me a pleasing view of his satin shorts and the smooth skin above them. His cock is hard, pressing against the fabric, a wet spot forming where he’s already leaking.
“I could stand here and look at you for hours,” I admit, fiddling with my belt buckle. My heart thuds harder than a stampede of horses across solid ground as Roman lies there, arms and legs spread, bottom lip tucked between his teeth, his cheeks flushed a healthy rosy pink.
“Hmmm, that’s a thought. But I think it would lose its appeal pretty fast. There arefarbetter things to do with our time.”
“Oh, yeah?” I stalk closer to the bed, the mattress dipping under my weight as I sink down and crawl over him. I don’t touch him. I just continue to look. To commit every line of his face, every twitch of his nose and speckle of gold in his eyes, to memory.
“Yeah.” Roman’s chest rises and falls, his breath speeding up, a vein ticking in the side of his neck. Dipping my head down, I hover my lips over his, then place one hand on his hip – warm palm to naked flesh – and squeeze.
“I’m listening,” I say.
Roman’s head lifts off the pillow, his lips chasing mine, but I pull away before he can kiss me. He groans, flopping his head back and levelling me with an exaggerated pout. “You’re mean,” he complains.
“Tell me how to make you forget, Roman.” There’s an edge to my words that has his pupils dilating, the brown of his irises fading into a thin ring.
He swallows thickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing with the action.
“Hold me down and fuck me hard.”
Chapter fifteen
Roman
“With pleasure,” Garrett says, gripping my waist and flipping me onto my front. His big, strong hands hold the waistband of my shorts and he abruptly pulls them down.
I lift my hips, allowing him to shimmy my shorts off. Then he’s working on my hoodie. Pulling it up and over my head until I’m face down, fully naked and exposed. Goosebumps ripple across my skin – not from the cold, but from the promise of what’s to come.
“Fucking beautiful,” Garrett mutters, his palms rough on the back of my legs. He massages the muscles of my calves, then the round globes of my ass, before he’s moving upwards and trailing feather light fingers over my spine and along my sides until he’s hovering over me. He holds himself up by resting his forearms on either side of my head, his body a ghost of a whisper against my back.
“I’m going to wreck you,Supernova.”Garrett’s voice is a deeprumble that reaches into every corner of my body and soul. “Going to fuck you every day of our time here so that when weleave, you’ll never forget me. You going to let me, sweet thing? Let me into your sweet hole whenever I want?”
I nod against the bedding. “Anytime you want, Gare. Awake. Asleep. I’m all yours until we walk out of here.” I mean every word. Only I’m certain there’s more to it. I’m also certain my heart is involved when it bloody well shouldn’t be. But I push all that away for another day, closing my eyes as he resumes his exploration of my body. Heat simmers in my blood, and my cock throbs where it sits trapped between my stomach and the rumpled sheets. Garrett kisses, licks and suckles every inch of available skin and I shiver, feverish in a totally different way to the last few days. It’s a sensation overload – his rough beard, his warm hands, the rasp of his clothing against my naked form. It’s so much and yet not nearly enough. I whimper, wriggling my ass.
Garrett chuckles then bites one of my ass cheeks and I suck in a breath.
“You’re impatient,” he mutters. He blows over the bite and my skin pebbles. He does it again, this time closer to my crease. And again, over on the other cheek.
“Garrrettt…” I draw out his name, the word coming out like a plea. I’m so pent up, I’m at risk of rubbing myself shamelessly against the sheets.
The sound he makes this time is darker, with an intent behind it that makes my heart rate spike with anticipation.
“I’ll give you everything you need. But it’s on my terms.” With a hand on each ass cheek, he spreads them apart, and I moan when his tongue slides over my hole, laving at the tight ring of muscle. But as quick as it landed, it’s gone again.
