She climbed higher and higher, her skin flushing an even deeper rose, her eyes dilating as another orgasm beckoned, her breath coming even faster now than when they’d been sprinting through the park.
Her head fell back and her eyes fluttered closed as she chased her next climax, his name falling from her lips again. He’d never been this hard, never been this close to losing it as he was when she pulsed and clenched over his fingers in release.
Sweet Lord, if it was this good to feel her come, how was he ever going to survive making love to her?
He’d deliberately saved kissing her mouth for last, because once they kissed again, he wouldn’t be able to keep from making her entirely, completely his. And he wanted her to know how precious, how special, she was to him before that happened. Not just to have a quick roll in the hay that would be over far too soon.
He ran the flats of his hands up her naked curves—the sweet flare of her hips that flowed into her waist, the swell of her full breasts, her strong shoulders. Finally, he tangled his fingers in the dark silk of her hair.
“You make me happy, Roman.” He felt her words as much as he heard them. Felt them all the way down in a part of his heart he hadn’t ever let come alive. “So, so happy.”
How could he do anything but tell her the truth? “You make me happy too.”
And then, his mouth was on hers, and hers was on his.
Finally.
Every nerve in Roman’s body came alive when Suzanne opened her lips so that he could slip his tongue in to taste her. Nothing had ever been as sweet. And nothing had ever felt as good as it did when she slid her tongue against his.
Slowly. Softly. That was how he wanted to kiss her. He wanted this to be a kiss for the ages. A kiss that neither of them would ever forget. But there was no way to hold back the fire raging inside them both. One that soon made their kisses heated, feverish, frenzied.
Everything he wished he could say to her, he said with his kiss instead. The way their tongues danced, their breath merged, their sighs and moans filled the room—all of it was filled with hope. Dreams. Wishes. And hunger.
So much hunger that the more he had of her, the more he needed.
Somewhere in the middle of their kiss, her hands left the bed frame to run over his shoulders and back.
“I need you.” She fumbled for the button on his pants. “Inside me.” He lifted his hips so that she could yank the button open and the zipper down. “Now.”
She was starting to shove off his pants when he distracted her with another kiss. He needed to lick her lips from corner to corner, top to bottom, needed to stroke her tongue with his, needed to kiss and kiss and kiss her until she was practically coming again from that alone.
But she was too focused on her goal of having him inside her—the best damned goal in the entire world as far as he was concerned—to let him distract her for long. Grasping the dark wool of his slacks with her hands, she tore through them just as he had her T-shirt.
He’d never been with a woman this fierce, this determined, this captivating, this perfect in every single way.
And then she was shoving off his boxers and wrapping her long fingers around him. It felt so good that he could barely force himself to pull away from her hand.
“I knew letting your hands go free was a bad idea,” he growled against her mouth as he threaded his fingers through hers.
If she touched him again like that, he’d explode, but that wasn’t the only reason he needed to hold her hands. Their lips were one point of deep connection—their palms pressing close, their fingers entwined, were another.
He’d never in his life held a woman’s hands, not when they were walking down the street, and especially not when they were in bed. You didn’t hold hands with someone you were casually sleeping with, only with someone you cared about. And as he’d confessed earlier in the night, he’d never cared about a woman before.
But he needed to hold Suzanne’s hands. Needed to be close to her in any and every possible way. Skin to skin. Mouth to mouth. Hand to hand. And now…
She lifted her hips against his and he slid his erection over her slick heat, making them both moan at how good it was. “Again,” he urged her, pushing against her wetness, but not quite inside. “Yes,” he murmured against her mouth as she circled her hips so that the thick, hard head of his shaft was rubbing over her liquid hot center. “Make yourself feel good, Suzanne.” He loved saying her name, loved the way the curves and edges of it felt on his tongue. “Make yourself come on me.” Sweat dripped from his chest to hers as he worked to hold back his own release so that she could find hers. “Just like this, with nothing between us, just the way I know you’ve wanted me. Just the way I’ve wanted you.”