Page 109 of Sweet Addiction
“I mean . . . My stuff is already there.”
“I fucking love you,stellina.”
“More than all the stars in the sky, Rome.”
DILLAN
Now what?
Now we make up for all the years
I should have been kissing you.
—Text from Dillan to Rome
“Jesus Christ, what?” Rome groans, pulling me closer and burying his head in my neck as I laugh. “You think it’s funny?” he asks as his hands skim up my waist, hitting every ticklish spot I have before his mouth closes around my nipple and his teeth graze the tight peak.
Laughing stops.
Breathing stops.
This man has made it his mission in life to make me come as many times as possible this morning, even if he’s refusing to allow me to return the favor. Something about weak knees and testosterone.
“Roman—” Olivia calls through the locked door, followed by another pound of her fist.
“She sounds serious,” I gasp as he presses his knee between my legs. “Oh God.”
“Not God, baby.”
Liv pounds again, and I drop my head to the pillow and whimper. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but go find out what she wants.”
“Baby,” he whines, and it’s actually sexy as hell. Who knew?
“Nope.” I push at his bare chest. “Go find out what she wants.”
He crosses the room, his gray sweats hanging low on deliciously lean hips, and my mouth waters. I cannot wait to get my mouth on this man tonight.
It takes me a minute to find my tee and slip it on before I cross the room and fit myself against Rome’s side. “What’s going on, guys?”
Olivia walks by both of us right into the room and crinkles her nose. “Gross, it smells like sex in here.”
Oh, you have got to be kidding me.
I tilt my chin up to Rome and smile. “Not exactly accurate.”
He laughs and kisses me, and I swear Liv gags.
“Oh my God. Shoot me now.Stop. Sweet baby Jesus, stop.” She throws the drapes open and lets in the sun, reminding us that it’s got to be at least noon by now. “And seriously, Dillan. Put on pants.”
“Fine,” I grumble and grab the first pair of leggings I find. “They’re on. Better?”
She looks me up and down, like she’s already exasperated and I’m just another annoyance in a long list of what she’s already dealt with today.
But then?—
“You feeling okay, Livvy? You look like you’re almost...smiling.”
Oh my God. She is. What starts as a small smile turns into something almost diabolical.
