Page 82 of Sweet Addiction
Rome makes me want to be reckless in a way I’ve never been.
Fearless.
Wild.
His.
I chase his lips, wanting more. Needing to feel. Him. Me. Us. Everything. And as Rome finally gives in, it truly is everything. Brutal and vicious. Teeth and tongues, reckless and careless and fucking perfect. His hand on my ass squeezes to the point of pain. His hand in my hair tugs as he walks us to the table behind him and sits my ass on the edge.
I gasp, and he swallows.
The push and pull, everything I never knew it could be and so much more.
Rome kisses along the column of my throat.
Along my jaw.
Licking and sucking until his lips are back, hovering above mine, and I’m tilting on the edge of sanity and reason. Needy and impatient with the want I have for him right this very second.
“Tell me this time is different, Dillan. Tell me you feel this. Tell me you’re mine,” he demands between each greedy kiss. “Tell me this is our chance to get this right.”
“I’m yours,” I answer, no doubt lingering in my mind for the first time ever. “Yours...” I repeat. “And you?—”
“Have been yours for fucking years, love.”
Oh. My. God.
“If you only fucking knew all the times I’ve watched you. Wanted you. Fucking fantasized about having you in my bed. In my life. By my fucking side, where you were always supposed to be.”
I stare at this beautiful man in front of me in shock and awe. My pulse pounds in my ears, my blood thrumming under my skin. “You can’t mean that.”
“Any control I’ve had around you has been an illusion. For fucking years, you’re all I’ve wanted. Hear me when I sayyears, Dillan. Why do you think I never left you alone? Even when I knew I should. Even when I knew you wanted me to. All the teasing. All the taunting. All the chasing...” His hands slip under my hoodie—well really, his hoodie, but he’s not getting it back—and lifts it over my head, leaving me bared to him. My hair falls over my shoulders, kissing the middle of my back. “Fuck, baby. You look good with my name on your back, but you look so pretty without it.”
“Yes,” I plea, and his rough palms skim up my ribs and stop just beneath my breasts. Teasing me with his words and his touch, and I arch into him, wanting both—more—everything.
“This is it, Dillan. There’s no going back from here.”
My heart thuds in my chest, frantic for his touch.
“No going back,” I agree.
“You have a problem, you have a fear, or you have a fucking splinter, you come to me,principessa.” God, for the first time, that name means everything as his hands make another pass up my ribs, brushing the underside of my breasts this time. And I swear I feel him everywhere. Need pulses, and want pounds. “You and me.”
“You and me.” God yes, I agree, wanting that—us—on a cellular level as I drag his mouth down to mine. “Now make me yours.”
His hands grip my hips as his tongue traces the line of my throat, licking and sucking that sweet spot where my neck meets my shoulder, dancing over my racing pulse. I squirm and spread my legs wider, cradling him between them.
Rome’s hands slide to my bare thighs, barely ghosting beneath the hem of my yoga shorts, and I swear my blood turns to molten lava as he pulls me closer.
I tug at the hem of his worn tee, wanting it off. Needing to feel his skin against mine. And this absolutely incredible man reaches behind his head with one hand and yanks it off, giving me the most spectacular view.
Good God, he’s perfection.
Stacked muscles ripple under corded skin as the tips of my fingers trace the lines of his broad chest. “The Greek gods and all the constellations in the sky have nothing on you, Titan,” I tease, smiling up at him, so unbelievably turned-on, I’m pretty sure I could come right here, right now, just from this view.
His mouth takes mine once, twice. Then he pulls back, and his eyes soften. “You sure you’re not going to change your mind?”
I skim my fingertips along the broad planes of his back and tip my head back, remembering the boy I recognized all thoseyears ago again. The one faking life the same way I was. Two broken souls.
