She thrashed her head back and forth.
He reached down between them, teased her clit. “Come for me, do it now, Maria.”
In that next instant, she convulsed, bowing up to meet his thrusts as she screamed his name. Her orgasm pulled him further into her warmth, dragging his orgasm from him. One last thrust and he lost it, allowing his orgasm to take over.
He collapsed on top of her. He felt her lips brush over his shoulder. Pulling back, he looked down at her. Her eyes were closed, and a small smile curved her lips.
“I believe that you and I were both wrong, Maria. You are a submissive.”
She chuckled. “I guess we were wrong.” She opened her eyes. The lazy satiated look made him smile. “And thank the good lord for that.”
Chapter Seven
Maria stretched then snuggled down into the comfort of her bed. Lord, she was tired. Her muscles felt like she’d been through a fight of some sort. And, for once, she wasn’t ready to get out of bed and get to work. She just wanted to lay around and be lazy.
“Do you always sleep this late?”
She slowly opened her eyes and found Rome lounging by the door. He was dressed in his pants, which were zipped but not buttoned. And, damn, he looked as sexy as he had the night before. Which she was sure she did not.
“Maria?”
“Huh?”
Damn, the man had a chest on him. He definitely worked out, although some of it was just in the genes. He had a spattering of hair across his pecs, and she liked that. Then, there was a thin line of dark hair all the way down to his belly button. She worked out with FBI agents who couldn’t hold a candle to the abs on Rome. Hell, she could probably bounce a quarter off the smooth, defined surface.
“Maria, look at me.”
“I am.”
He sighed. “You keep looking at me like that and you won’t ever make it out of this bedroom today.”
Her gaze dropped to his crotch, and she felt heat fill her face. It wasn’t hard to see his arousal. She cleared her throat and raised her gaze to his. Instead of being mad, he had a self-depreciating smile curving his lips
“You’re right,” she said.
“You have nothing to eat here for breakfast.”
She glanced up at him. “If you let me get ready, we can go out. I didn’t have time to shop for food.”
“Okay.”
But he kept standing there. She was proud of her body, but good lord, it was the morning after. He wasn’t supposed to just stand there and watch. He was supposed to leave her alone for a few minutes. Didn’t the man understand that? Apparently not because he kept standing there waiting for her.
“You can go to the living room.”
His lips curved. “I know. Like the scenery here better.”
She huffed out a sigh. “Carino, I’m asking for some privacy.”
“And I’m denying it. Besides, I don’t like being called Carino. I like it when you call me Rome.”
“Then quit acting like a jackass.”
He chuckled and pushed away from the doorjamb. “Come on, Maria, there’s no reason to be so shy. Not with that body.”
She pulled the sheet up higher. “I just need time.” To figure out what the hell happened last night, for one thing. Then she needed to formulate a plan to deal with it.
“Thinking is overrated.” His voice was deepening, and she could tell that he was flirting with her. But she was never good at this. She was never good at any of it. She never knew what men expected the morning after. Not that there had been that many morning afters.
Before she could assimilate what she needed to do, he was beside the bed and tugging at the sheet. He pulled her gently from the bed and led her to the small bathroom. Before she could shut the door, he gave her a soft, easy kiss.
“Morning, Maria.”
Just hearing her name on his lips sent heat coursing through her veins. What the hell was she doing with a man who could do this to her with a small kiss? She couldn’t compete with that, couldn’t even fathom being able to interest him longer than a night. But apparently he was.
“I—I need to get ready.”
He nodded and stepped back, allowing her to close the door. She waited until she heard his footsteps fade away and then she let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. He had her head all screwed up with him. She couldn’t think straight, and that wasn’t good when she was on one of the most important jobs of her career. This assignment would solidify that she was an agent in her own right. If she fucked it up, she was, well, fucked. She would never be able to overcome the idea that she had her position because of her father and his friends.
She shook those worries away. There was one thing she was good at and that was compartmentalizing things. Her father had taught her that. His whole life had been sectioned off into small compartments. If it seemed cold, well, that is what you had to do to be one of the best serial killer hunters in the FBI. And she would do it.