Since I Fell For You(78)

“I’ve never made pasta from scratch before,” she said when they got to the kitchen and he threw out the dough that had grown hard while he’d been making her come over and over again. “Show me how.”

The look he gave her as he first put the water on to boil, then got more eggs from the fridge and flour from the pantry, told her he’d figured out that she was up to more of her distraction tricks, but she didn’t care. Any excuse to have him wrap his arms around her while they broke the eggs and folded them into the flour they’d dusted over the marble countertop. With his hands over hers, they kneaded the dough. She’d never been much interested in cooking before, but now that she saw all the sexy possibilities…

Turning her face to his, she caught his lips in a kiss. The dough was momentarily forgotten as he cupped her jaw and deepened the kiss, his tongue finding every wonderfully sensitive spot on her mouth, her cheek, her jaw. Too bad her darned stomach kept rumbling like a truck barreling down the highway.

With a groan, Roman lifted his mouth from her skin. “The dough’s ready for us to roll it out and cut it into ribbons.”

He put the heavy wooden roller into her hands, but though she could easily do this herself, she was glad that he didn’t move away as she began to roll out the dough. Instead, he stayed with his chest pressed to her back and lifted her hair to the side to nibble at the sensitive skin he’d just bared.

Suzanne had always been rock solid when she was on the job. Nothing fazed her. Nothing ruined her concentration. But there was no way she could stay focused on the job of rolling dough when all she wanted was to turn in Roman’s arms, wrap her arms around his neck, and kiss him again. Especially now that she knew how good it was to be with him, to have his hard muscles against her, his hands and mouth all over her while he drove her from peak to peak.

And there was that condom in the back pocket of his jeans, after all…

“Love me again, Roman.” She whispered the words against his lips. “Right here. Right now. On the island. I’m a million times hungrier for you than anything else.”

The next thing she knew, his hands were on her waist and he was lifting her up onto the counter. Her bottom squished into the half-rolled dough, but she didn’t care about having to wait even longer for dinner, no matter how much her stomach rumbled.

All she cared about was finally getting to be with the man she’d been afraid she might never be able to have.

“I can’t get enough of you,” Roman said as he put his big hands on either side of the shirt he’d buttoned her into upstairs and tore it open. He cupped her breasts, then lowered his head to tongue her nipples, one then the other. Though they’d only just made love, he seemed utterly starved for her. He ran kisses down over her stomach, toward the part of her that ached for his touch. “I’ll never be able to get enough of you.”

She put her hands on his jaw so that he had to look into her eyes. “You never have to.”

His expression flashed dark and intense…and then he was putting his hands on her ankles, lifting her legs over his shoulders, and lowering his mouth to her sex.

“Roman.” She fell back to brace herself on the counter with her forearms as he turned her entire world inside out. No one had ever made her feel like this.

Like she would willingly give herself over to him, without question, without pause.

Like she would trust him not only with her heart, but with her soul too.

Like she was finally exactly where she needed to be, with exactly the person she was meant to be with.

“Suzanne.” The way he rumbled her name against her aroused flesh sent her even higher. “You’re so beautiful.” He punctuated his words with a flick of his tongue and a slow slide of his fingers inside her clenching heat. “I need you.” The French kiss he was giving her between her legs made every last rational thought slide out of her head. “I need you.”

Hearing the urgency in his words—and the plea in them that she wasn’t sure he’d meant to be there, but obviously couldn’t hold back—had her shattering against his tongue and hands.

And then, as suddenly as he’d put her on the counter so that he could devour her, he was carrying her into the nearby living room, and pulling her down over him on the leather couch.

She didn’t know when he’d managed to take off his jeans or put on protection, but she didn’t care. All she cared about was sinking down onto him so that she could ride every thick, hard, glorious inch of him.

“Oh God.” She had her hands splayed on his chest for leverage, while his were on her hips to help lift her up, then bring her back down onto his erection again and again, until she was nearly delirious from the pleasure of it. “Nothing has ever felt this good.” She had never been a talker during sex, but with Roman she couldn’t hold in what she was feeling. Didn’t want to hold it in. “I never want to stop loving you.” He shifted her hips so that every time he thrust deep, new blazes of pleasure rocketed through her. “I never want you to stop loving me.” More waves of bliss moved through her when he rolled their hips together. “Please don’t stop, Roman. Please.”