She moaned her pleasure at his filthy words into their next kiss, then gasped as he thrust his tongue deep and she launched into her next climax.
Roman wanted nothing more than to drive himself into her, but somehow, he remembered to just keep rubbing and grazing and grinding against her until she finally stilled beneath him. The very last thing he wanted was to pull away from her now, but he hadn’t been thinking clearly enough earlier to get a condom ready.
She made a sound of protest as he slid his hands from hers and leaped off the bed. He grabbed a handful of condoms from the box he kept in his closet, then jumped back over her, scattering all but one of the little packages across his bed.
Her laughter wound around his heart. “Great minds think alike,” she said. “We’re definitely going to need more than one.”
Utterly captivated by her smile, he momentarily forgot to rip open the package. All he could do was stare down at the most beautiful woman in the world…and marvel that she was here, in his bed.
Reaching for the small square packet, she said, “I’ll take care of that.” A beat later she was tossing the wrapper to the side and reaching for him again. “And don’t you dare try to take over for me. I’m dying to get my hands on you.” She licked her lips. “To start, anyway.”
He deserved a medal for not losing it as her fingers slid over his shaft while she painted mental pictures of her lips doing the same. Gritting his teeth, he somehow withstood her teasing touches until she finished rolling on the condom.
He took her hands again, crushed her mouth beneath his, then sank deep in one hard, desperate thrust. As she wrapped her long legs around him to take him even deeper, they rocked and kissed and whispered each other’s names. Pleasure climbed, climbed, climbed. So high that Roman temporarily forgot that they could only have tonight as he lost himself completely to the woman who had turned his world upside down from the very first moment he’d set eyes on her.
Finally—finally—he was loving her the way he’d wanted to love her from the start. Not only with his body, but with every piece of his once-hardened heart as well…and a soul that had been lost in darkness for far too long.
Roman had always vowed not to make the mistake of dreaming about true, lasting love that could never be. But as Suzanne looked into his eyes with pure, sweet emotion and whispered, “I love you,” at the same time that another climax began to take her over, he had no choice but to let the forbidden dream become real as he fell heart first into ecstasy, with Suzanne held tight in his arms.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Suzanne had always dreamed of finding love. But nothing could have prepared her for the passion, the pleasure, the joy, the breathless wonder of loving Roman.
She wanted to lie in his bed forever, naked, limbs entwined, their hearts beating like crazy as they worked to catch their breath. But her empty stomach, and its loud growl, had other plans.
Levering up on one muscular arm, he stared down at her. “Sounds like you need that pasta I was planning to make you.” He dropped his gaze to her lips, still tingling from his wonderful kisses. “Before you distracted me.”
“It was the best distraction ever, wasn’t it?”
She loved the way his lips curved up in a smile. “It was.”
He hadn’t made her any promises tonight, hadn’t told her he loved her back, but though she hoped both would be coming soon, his lovemaking had already told her everything she needed to know about how he felt.
He touched her like she was the most precious woman on earth.
He kissed her like he didn’t ever want to stop.
And when he made love to her, her heart grew so full it nearly burst from her chest.
She was on the verge of doing her best to distract him again when her stomach rumbled even louder.
“You need to eat”—he stood and pulled her from the bed so that she was standing against his gloriously hard, naked body—“so that you have enough energy for what I’m going to do to you next.”
Mmmm. Didn’t he know that when he said things like that, the last thing she wanted to do was go downstairs to the kitchen to cook and eat?
But before she could protest that she already had plenty of energy to make love to him again, he was buttoning her into his long-sleeved shirt, his yummy scent all over it.
After he pulled on a pair of faded jeans—she’d been wrong when she’d thought there couldn’t possibly be anything sexier than the way he looked in a dark suit—he slipped a condom into the back pocket, then took her hand and led them out of the bedroom and down the stairs to the kitchen.
She loved holding his hand. She felt so giddy that, even though she had the worst singing voice on the planet, she wanted to break out into song. Especially when she thought about the condom he was bringing downstairs, as if he knew they wouldn’t be able to keep their hands off each other long enough to make it back upstairs.