Page 16 of Sweet Addiction
Biting my lips.
Snapping his hips.
Edging me closer and closer andcloser.
Until I don’t think I can take anymore.
“I need—” I have no words... just need.
“I know,” he growls and grips my hips in his hands, holding me still as he fucks into me again and again. Changing the angle. Hitting a whole new spot I never knew existed before now. Before him. “I know what you need.”
I’d call him a cocky asshole, but he’s giving me exactly what he promised, and lights are flashing behind my eyes. A torrent ofhard waves threatens to drag me under as I explode around him, moaning and gasping and screaming until my voice is hoarse.
Until I open my eyes and watch Rome tense, the muscles in his body bulging as he thrusts again and empties himself inside me, a shout ripping from his throat.
His eyes open, and something passes between the two of us.
Something unexpected . . .
Something new . . .
Something I decide I’ll worry about tomorrow as Rome discards the condom, then gathers me in his arms. “Stop thinking so hard, Dillan.” He presses his lips to my temple and wraps me around him. “Sleep first.”
I want to fight him on his little order like I typically would, but why would I fight after the two best orgasms of my life when I’m being held in strong arms and exhaustion is tugging at all my senses?
“You can fight with me in the morning,” he murmurs, and I get it. We’ve always kind of fought with each other. Not in a mean way. There was never any malice. But in a bickering way. In anit’s easiest to do thiskind of way.
“What if I don’t want to fight with you?” I whisper, hoping the dark room masks the emotion I don’t want him to hear in my voice.
He pulls me over his chest and buries his face in my hair. “I’d say good because I’m done playing.”
“Oh really?” I ask, grateful he can’t see my face. “You’ve been a player for an awfully long time, Beneventi.”
“Maybe I never had the right person to play with.” His words are softer than I expected. “Maybe I’m done playing.”
“Maybe I like the sound of that,” I admit quietly before I let sleep pull me under.
DILLAN
Pretty sure my neighbors have seen me naked through my window at least five times this month.
Oopsie.
—Dillan’s Secret Thoughts
The hot water feels heavenly as it beats against my body, but nowhere near as heavenly as the feel of Rome’s mouth on my core as my body shakes again. With my leg draped over his shoulder and my hands desperately grasping for purchase they can’t find against the slippery shower wall, Rome’s fingers bite into my hips, holding me still as I shatter...again.
Sweet Jesus. I totally get why this man is a titan.
Long minutes later, once the water has run cold and my legs seem strong enough to hold me up on their own, we finally make our way out of the shower. Rome’s strong arms wrap a towel around my shoulders and gently begin to dry my hair,splintering another piece of the wall I’ve spent years building to protect myself. Rubbing his hands up and down my arms, he drops a kiss on the top of my head, and my mouth waters, watching his muscles move and flex, water dripping from his body as he ties a fluffy white towel around his lean hips.
“My eyes are up here, Ryan...” His index and middle fingers point from me to those navy-blue eyes as his lips curve into the cockiest, sexiest smile.
“Listen, I can’t help it if you’re too pretty to look away from, Beneventi,” I tease as I slip my arms into my short pink terrycloth bathrobe.
“Pretty?” His voice drops, bouncing off the walls of my small master bath. “Pretty isn’t manly, Dillan.”
I cock my head to the side and drag my eyes leisurely down his body, warming as I remember the way every single inch dominated me last night “Sorry to disappoint, hot shot, but some men are pretty, and you’re one of them.”
