Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81009 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81009 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
I sucked in a quick breath, then let it out. I’d forgotten about his dirty talk.
When his finger sank inside me, I shuddered, and my eyes fluttered, but I didn’t close them. They stayed locked on his. His pupils were expanding, the black edging out the green. The darkness excited me, although I wasn’t used to it. I didn’t know what it meant, yet my stomach flutters began as I watched it happen.
He used his long, thick finger to slide into me, then out in a torturously slow rhythm.
“This was my pussy.” His words sounded like a growl as his jaw tightened. “It was always supposed to be mine.”
Although that claim made me pant, I didn’t want to think about it. Not what it meant. Not right now. The guilt would come, and I wanted this moment with him. As much as it might hurt later, I wanted this. I just hadn’t realized how much.
His eyes dropped to my mouth, and I watched as his tongue traced his bottom lip. The silver bar that pierced it caught my attention. Before I could think about it much more, he lowered his head and cupped the back of my head, his hand bringing me closer to him.
The press of his warm lips on mine caused a small cry or moan—I wasn’t sure which, but a surge of elation pierced my soul, as if to wake it from dormancy. He invaded my mouth, and the flick of his tongue had me clambering to get closer to him. I grabbed his arms and arched against him, savoring his taste. The connection made my heart thump wildly.
Rome’s chest rumbled with a sound of satisfaction as his fingers tangled in my hair. There was nothing else. Not now. Just us. His tongue—although it felt different now—tangled with mine, as if I was the only thing that could sate his craving.
“Goddamn, you still taste sweet,” he rasped as his mouth left mine to trail kisses along my jawline, all the way to the pulse in my neck. With the tip of his tongue, he licked the spot, then pressed his lips to it. “Roll onto your back. I want to see if your pussy still tastes like honeysuckle.”
That hit a chord that I wished had been left alone. I didn’t want to think about it or…Eamon. But the mix of emotions came in a rush and sat heavily on my chest. Rome didn’t wait for me to move; he used his body to pin me to the mattress. He braced his arms on either side of my head as he stared down at me.
“Don’t get in your head now, Angel Face. We’ve already unleashed this. I can’t shut it off.” His words felt almost like a warning.
I swallowed hard, wishing I could block it out. Separate the two. The before and the after. But I didn’t think that would ever be possible. I dropped my gaze, and he immediately grabbed my chin, forcing my head back so that I had to look at him.
“Eyes on me,” he ordered.
It was hard to look at him and deal with all the other stuff. He was the reason for it all. The cause for every choice I had made since I had been sixteen years old. And somehow, even without me telling him about Rome, Eamon had known that.
“You used to love having my head between your legs.” His voice was thick and husky.
I remembered. I remembered everything. Even when I wanted to forget it. Every moment.
He let go of my chin and ran his finger down the side of my face. “Still so fucking beautiful.”
If I let him, he’d ruin me. But how did I protect myself from this man when all I wanted was to be here with him?
“Talk to me. I used to not be able to get you to shut up.” He smirked as the corners of his eyes crinkled with amusement.
“I don’t…” I stopped. God, how did I say this? “It’s just…I…I don’t do that. I mean…I don’t enjoy it anymore. It…it wasn’t something I did.”
Talking about the intimacy I had shared with Eamon felt so forbidden that I couldn’t say any more. It felt like I was betraying someone who had loved me, sacrificed for me, and accepted that I gave him what I could of myself while he gave me all of him.
Rome’s eyes narrowed, and I knew I shouldn’t have said anything. He shifted and settled between my legs. The hard length of his erection pressed against my clit, causing me to gasp loudly. If he was trying to distract me, then this would work.
“You telling me your husband didn’t eat your pussy?”
Not exactly.
I shook my head. “No, he did, but…I just didn’t enjoy it. We stopped doing that.”
The challenge that lit his eyes made me tense. Even with his body covering me and his heat seeping into me. I hadn’t meant to toss down some weird competition. I simply no longer enjoyed oral sex.