Page 88 of Sweet Addiction
Scared when it does, I’ll realize it was all a dream.
Rome’s gaze flares as if he can see my soul with those eyes I love so much. “Yeah, baby, it is. Why don’t you come back to bed?”
“Oh yeah...?” I tease, and crawl across the bed, my sheer-white lace shorts and bra leaving little to the imagination. Not that he needs to imagine at this point. Not when he’s had his hands and mouth all over my body.
God, this man makes me feel sexier than I ever knew I could. “What do you feel like doing?”
His brows lift, and those eyes, already hot, grow impossibly hungry. Even now, after spending hours ignoring the world around us, it still feels like we need more.
The curve of his mouth hits me low in my belly as the hand not holdingmybook reaches for my face. “I’m reading,stellina.”
His words are slow and sweet, and wow.
Those words.
That voice.
This man . . .
“Must be a good part.” I swear I try to say it like I would anything else, but my voice is breathy in a way I don’t recognize. And without missing a beat, Rome picks right back up where he must have left off.
“She reaches down and takes my cock in her hand. ‘I’ve been numb for so long.’ Before I can ask her what she means, she strokes me once, then presses her tongue into my mouth. I have to fight the urge to flip her over and fuck us both into oblivion.”
He looks up.“Can’t say I don’t recognize what he’s feeling.” With the hand still holding my face, Rome traces my jaw with his thumb, and I turn into his touch and press my lips to the palm of his hand.
His grin grows cocky as his eyes drop back to the book.“‘I need to feel tonight, Radix. Without war. Without worry. Without consequences.’ She kisses my chest. My abs. My lats. Then looks up at me and licks her lips,so close to the tip of my cock, I’d promise her anything just to get her mouth on me. ‘Please make me beg.’”
He lifts his gaze to mine and runs his thumb over my lower lip, pressing down until I suck it between my lips. “This is so fucking hot, baby.”
God yes, it is.
But it’s not my words that strike flame to the would-be fire. It’s his voice.It’s him.
“Women would pay anything to listen to you reading this to them,” I murmur, my cheeks flaming as it truly clicks that he’s reading my words. Words he inspired, even if he didn’t know it at the time. “You have no idea how incredibly sexy readers find narrators because of what they bring to books. I swear you’d be a millionaire if you put yourself on film reading it, and they could actually watch you too,” I tease, knowing the truth in my words.
An amazing narrator is worth their weight in gold, and this man could read a phone book and sound incredible.
Rome Beneventi is hotter than any man I’ve ever seen. Stick a book in this man’s hands and a few filthy words in his mouth, and you’d be set.
Husbands who? The rest of mankind be damned.
“You want me to read your book to your readers, Dillan?” he asks as he closes the book and sets it aside, his eyes shining back at me with a cocky smirk playing on his lips.
He pulls me onto his lap, and I feel his already-hard cock pressing against me again, and the unbelievably overwhelming wave of possessiveness I feel threatens to overwhelm me.
“Hell no,” I tell him and run my fingers through his hair. “I don’t want to share you with anyone.” I kiss his lips, then trail them down his body. “You are mine, Beneventi, and I’m greedy enough to not want anyone else to have any piece of you.”
“Fuck... I like the sound of that,” he groans as I drag my tongue down his pecs, tracing the lines of his abs.
“Good.” I look up at him through my lashes, and it’s my cocky grin growing this time. “Now read, handsome, and let’s see if I can do as good a job acting it out as I did writing it.”
DILLAN
Sometimes you have to make a decision to embrace the fear in order to sustain the peace.
—Dillan’s Secret Thoughts
Mom
