The Virgin’s Guide to Misbehaving (Bluebonnet #4)(52)
Author: Jessica Clare

“More,” she moaned in response. “Please,”

“No more Band-Aid?” he asked, pulling back and then slamming deep into her, loving the feeling when she took him. She was so tight, so f**king slick and tight that he’d never felt anything better.

“No,” she said, and then gasped when he pushed into her again. “Opposite of Band-Aid. Promise. Keep. Going.”

“And where’s your orgasm?” he asked, pushing his thumb against her cl*t again.

She moaned, and her voice rose in volume as he sank deep again, finding a rhythm as he f**ked her. “Closer,” she mumbled, and when he thumbed her cl*t again, she sucked in a breath, her legs tensing around him. “Close! Close! It’s . . . oh mercy, really close.”

“Yeah?” He took his hand off her clit.

“Nooo,” she whimpered, raising her hips. “Rome, please!”

He thrust harder, and was rewarded by her gasp of surprise. Her nails dug in and she clung to him.

“Good?” he asked, not stopping his steady rhythm of pumping into her.

“Yes,” she cried, and he was surprised at how vocal his normally shy Elise was. Damn if it wasn’t an intense turn-on, though. He f**ked her faster, hammering into her sweet warmth, so hard that his skin slapped against hers. He waited for her to tell him that it was too much, but she only clung to him and began to moan. “Oh. Oh god! I can feel it. It’s coming. Don’t stop, Rome. Please. Don’t stop.”

He groaned. Her needy begging was making him crazy. It would take nothing for him to go over the crest, to come and come and come. But she wasn’t there yet, and he wanted her there first. He palmed her breast as he f**ked her, then reached between them again, searching for her clit.

When he touched it, she squealed, and he felt her pu**y ripple around him in response. Ah, f**k, that felt amazing. Her h*ps bucked, as if she were trying to get away from his fingers, but he continued to play with the little button of her clit, and was rewarded with the clench of her pu**y around him and another spasm clasping him deep. She was coming, his girl, and she was coming hard.

“That’s right, baby,” he groaned, pressing deep with every inch of his cock. “Come for me.”

He felt her quiver all over again and she clutched at him. “Don’t stop. Please. I’m so close.”

It was f**king killing him, but he kept his pace just the way she wanted it, steady and fierce, pounding into her over and over again, his thumb bouncing on her cl*t with every motion of their bodies. He felt her pu**y tugging on his cock, and her mouth opened, as if she wanted to say something, but nothing came out. Her head tilted back, and she sucked in a breath, her eyelashes fluttering, and he was fascinated by her face as she reached her peak.

Then, he felt it. An all-over body tremble, her legs locking around him, and a sudden burst of wetness from her pu**y as she came. She cried out, the sound high-pitched and keening, her face frozen in pleasure as she clamped and clenched around his cock, over and over, milking him with her orgasm.

He growled low in his throat, hammering into her even harder, determined to make her orgasm last as long as possible. He wanted to shatter her and watch her rebuild, right before his eyes. He wanted her to fall to pieces. “That’s right,” he murmured. “Come for me, sweetheart.” Her pu**y was soaked with her juices, and every thrust was now met with a fierce little quake of her body.

When her legs relaxed against him, though, she gave a little moaning half sigh, indicating her orgasm was over. “Holy god.”

Rome leaned in and kissed her one more time, a fierce claiming as he pushed deeper into her and began to thrust wildly, finally losing his own control. Now that he’d seen his girl come so sweetly, he could get his own. He hammered into her, his strokes rough and deep, and was rewarded by quivering aftershocks from her pu**y. His balls slapped against her flesh, and then his own orgasm exploded deep, and he came so hard he nearly blacked out.

He collapsed on top of her, caging her under his sweaty arms. She clung to him, pressing kisses to his skin in a slow, languid caress.

“I love you,” she murmured against his neck, softly.

And his own heart squeezed in response. He wanted to tell her the same thing back, but that would be just too cruel.

Because he knew he loved this girl. With all his heart. But leaving her was going to break his. Better to only have one broken heart instead of two, he told himself.

So he simply covered her mouth with his and gave her a kiss, distracting her from any confession he might have made.

He hoped.

THIRTEEN

Sleeping next to Rome, Elise decided, was quite possibly one of the best things in the world. Her hand lay on his flat, muscled stomach, and his skin was warm against hers. Her head was tucked against his shoulder, and she woke up with the scent of him in her nostrils and the feel of his arms around her. She was sore between her legs, and her hair was a snarl at the back of her head.

And she was happy. Blissfully, giddily happy.

She snuggled deeper against his chest, not quite ready to face the morning. Sunlight filtered in through a window, and she could barely see the alarm clock over his shoulder. It was past nine in the morning, but Rome was still asleep. Not an early riser, apparently. That was fine with her. She’d steal a few more minutes curled up in his arms, just enjoying the peace of being with him.

Somewhere on the far side of the room, her cell phone rang with the ring tone she’d assigned to her brother.

Shit. Grant. Was he checking up on her?

Elise flung herself out of bed, heading for her purse. She heard Rome rouse behind her. “It’s my brother calling,” she told him as she grabbed her bag and fished her phone out. “Oh no. What does he want?”

“Don’t tell him I’m here,” Rome said quietly.

She wouldn’t. The last thing on her mind was telling her brother that she just got laid. An embarrassed flush touched her cheeks as she realized she’d sprung out of bed totally naked. She couldn’t let that worry her now—if Rome had a problem seeing her na**d body, she supposed he would have said so last night. So if it didn’t bother him, she was determined not to let it bother her.

Elise grabbed the phone and pressed the button to answer. “Hello?”

“Hey, sis, did I wake you?”

She rubbed her forehead, trying to think of an answer. “Um, yeah.” She glanced over at the bed. Rome was sprawled in the sheets, all tattoos and tan, and her mouth went dry as she gazed at him.