Page 69 of Sweet Addiction
“Fucking need you so bad,” he growls as his lips crush mine, and I drag the head of his cock through my soaked sex, loving the feel of him between my thighs. The heady high I’ve only ever felt with him.
We suck in simultaneous breaths at the contact and his heat. “Be sure.”
“I’m sure,” I admit, damning myself, my choices, and my body for the undeniable amount I want this man.
One strong hand slides to my hip, and he presses inside in a long, deliciously tight thrust that has my body tensing andmelting. Burning from the inside as he takes me inch by inch... by unbelievably perfect inch. Until he’s all I see. All I can feel.
He swallows my moan, his tongue pushing inside my mouth while my nails score his scalp as he rolls his hips, sinking impossibly deeper. Tighter. Hitting that precious spot I’ve tried but failed to find again and again since the last time we were together.
We both moan as his hips pick up speed, and I match him thrust for thrust.
Our mouths seal together, silencing each other in the dark corner of the room anyone could walk into. Too far gone to stop or care. They needed to believe we’re together. Well if someone came in now, there’d be little doubt.
I arch against him and press a palm flat against the counter behind me, giving me the leverage I need to get closer. To take more. I kick off a heel and plant my foot on the counter, giving him better access, and Rome hisses as he takes me harder. Deeper. Hotter.
My breath catches, and my body shakes.
His hips drive into me again and again as one hand cups the back of my head, making sure I don’t slam against the wall behind us. Pushing me closer and closer until I’m nearly touching the flames threatening to burn me alive. To incinerate us both.
“I fucking hate you,” I whisper as my orgasm taunts me just out of reach. A fucking tsunami threatening to wash away every flame licking at my skin, leaving nothing but destruction in its wake.
“No. You. Don’t.” Each word punctuates another thrust, each deeper than the last. A sheen of sweat forms on his brow as the muscles in his neck flex and strain, and I’m suddenly all too aware that neither of us even removed our clothes.
I hold on to each roll of his hips building us higher. Dragging us closer.
Knowing right now, right here, we work.
“Fuck, Dillan . . . Come for me.”
But when my body shakes and my orgasm rolls over me, dousing the flames, I know this will end. It has too. Because even as my body hums and my heart swells, my head knows I can’t trust this man.
ROME
Dude. Where the fuck did you go?
Sorry, brother. We got out of there when no one was looking.
—Text from Lucky to Rome
As quickly as Dillan righted her dress in that dark room, she threw a wall back up between us, putting enough emotional space there to dam up Niagara Falls. At least until she could get the physical space between us too.
And I let her.
What the hell else was I supposed to do?
At least until now. Until we walk through the doors of the house.
Now I’ve had about enough of this shit.
She storms in front of me into the house, and I slam the door and lock it behind me, frustration building and threatening tobubble over with each step I take behind her. “You about ready to talk about this shit,principessa?”
Dillan’s shoulders tense as she stops dead in her tracks in the middle of the living room and spins on me. Wide, rage-filled eyes that were soft and sated less than an hour ago stare furiously back. “At least pick a fucking nickname, Rome. Princess.Principessa. Baby. You threw a new one at me the other day I don’t even remember.”
She remembers.
“Yeah, baby. That’s it.” I stalk closer, moving silently like I would in the cage. “Fight with me. Give me this because fighting means you give a shit. Fighting means there’s something worth fighting for. Not some bitchy little act of indifference.”
She tosses her purse to the couch and crosses her arms over her chest, perfectly framing her delectable tits. “You want to know why I have so many nicknames for you, Dillan?”
