Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 86573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
“I’ve never felt anything so good in my life,” he groans again, louder.
“Wow. So many compliments.” Why am I teasing him?
“You want to make jokes now?”
“I can’t help it.” I laugh. “Don’t stop. Keep going.”
“You couldn’t pay me to leave this goddamn pussy.”
Those words.
This man.
He pulls out, then pushes in, thrusting in . . . pulling out . . . nose buried in the crook of my neck, mouth on my pulse. Mine, for its part, hangs open.
“Shit, Peyton . . .,” he moans into my hair. “Goddamn.”
Yes, more. Say my name again.
He does.
“Peyton.”
Good old-fashioned sex, the best way there is—him on top, pounding into me, hard. The headboard begins to hit the wall and I concentrate on the sounds and sensations of it, alongside his moans that turn into soft, animalistic grunts. The sound of our sex.
Sweat on his brow.
The dampness between my legs.
I feel and hear it all.
And Rome was right; he is going to make me come again. I can feel it building . . . slowly but surely, the telltale clenching in my pelvis sending a shockwave up my spine, and I arch my back. Rome latches onto a nipple, suckling and it damn near makes me crazy.
“You’re going to make me crazy.” His voice echoes my thoughts.
“Good.” That’s what I want. “I want you to lose control.”
He quickens his pace, thrusting harder. Deeper. Grabbing my ass with both his hands and getting as deep as he can go.
“Uhh,” I moan. Because mmm . . .
“Peyton . . .” He groans my name again, and I know there will never be a time I forget the way it sounds leaving his lips.
“Rome,” I whisper back, stroking his shoulder blades as he pumps his lean, athletic hips.
I’m so close. So is he. I can feel it in the way his body tightens, and his face morphs in awe when he lifts up to look at me.
Eyes locked.
Hips thrusting.
Bodies sweating.
It feels fantastic, everything I ever dreamed of.
“Fuck,” he chokes out, strained and sexy.
And just like that, a rocket of pleasure shoots up my spine hitting me so hard that my eyes squeeze shut, my back arches, and everything inside me feels like it’s on fire as my orgasm takes hold of me.
“Jesus Christ.” His hips pump harder, his lips land on mine where he kisses me relentlessly until he freezes and groans into my mouth.
I can feel him pulsing inside me, his orgasm consuming me, his heavy breaths consuming me.
Rome Blackburn is so freaking hot, especially when he comes and comes hard.
Blowing out a long breath of air, he collapses on top of me and then does the most surprising thing. Propping up on his elbows, he takes my face in his hands and strokes my cheeks with his thumbs before ever so softly brushing light kisses across my face. There is nothing urgent about them, just a reassurance that he’s here, in my arms, filling every fantasy I’ve ever had.
And this will most likely be the end of me, because this is the Rome I saw, the Rome no one else could see.
Sensitive, sweet, and loving. Intense.
I sigh into the mattress, my heart beating a mile a minute. I’m not going to say it, but . . .
I think I’m falling for him.
Chapter Twenty-Four
ROME
The sun is bright on my face as a light tapping continues to hammer on my shoulder. I squeeze the pillow tight, the feel of my silk sheets beneath me, rubbing at my morning wood.
“Hello. Anyone in there.”
Peyton.
Goddammit Peyton.
My mind flashes to last night.
Peyton in my bed, Peyton in the shower, Peyton on the kitchen counter.
Her smell.
The way she tastes.
The way she fits like a glove against my body.
There’s only one thing to say. She rocked my fucking world last night and not just with sex, but with how she opened me up.
I’m different around her, more vulnerable, more aware of my feelings. Not so much of a prick.
And even though I kind of hate to admit it given where we started, she makes me happy.
Groaning, I roll to the side and capture her between my arms, her brown hair a stark contrast to my bright white bedding. She laughs as I tangle us up and pin her to the mattress.
“That’s not the proper way to wake up a man who gave you the best night of your life.”
She cocks an eyebrow. “Best night of my life? How do you know it was the best?”
I dip my pelvis toward hers, my erection pressing against her stomach as I wiggle my eyebrows. “When you were coming on my tongue for the third time, you said and I quote, ‘This is the best night of my life.’” I add a little facial expression impersonation where my eyes roll in the back of my head.
Laughing, she swats at my chest. “That is not what I look like when I come.”