The Virgin’s Guide to Misbehaving (Bluebonnet #4)(69)
Author: Jessica Clare

Rome groaned and turned around in her grasp, cupping her face in his hands. He stared down into her shining eyes, so full of love and trust, and his heart ached all over again. Very slowly, very tenderly, he leaned in and kissed the tip of her nose. “How can I not think you’re the most beautiful woman in the world when you are to me?”

She blinked rapidly, and he realized some of the shine in her eyes was tears. “You’ve always seen me, Rome. You don’t know how rare that is. How can I not see you? How can I not love you with all my heart?”

“God, I love you so much,” he said to her, and leaned in and gently kissed her mouth. “So, so much. I wanted to tell you how I felt, but that would have been so shitty of me when I was planning on leaving.”

She kissed him back frantically, her mouth as urgent as his. “Why go, though? Why abandon me?”

“Grant wanted me to leave you alone,” he said between hot, fierce kisses. Exultation poured through him as her mouth softened under his, welcoming his touch, and her hands dragged at his clothing, as if she wanted him naked. “It was either push you away or go. So I left.”

“But you still pushed me away,” she told him breathlessly, her hands moving to his belt buckle and undoing it. “Don’t you understand? You still hurt me. Also, I’m going to kill my brother.”

“You can’t be mad at him,” Rome said, burying his hands in her silky tangles—god, he loved her hair—and tilting her head so he could slick his tongue against her ear. “He was just looking out for you like a good brother. I’m not mad at him. If you were my sister, I’d have done the same.”

“If I were your sister, I wouldn’t be about to shove my hand down the front of your pants,” she murmured breathlessly, and then did exactly that. “So let’s not talk about family anymore.”

Her hand wrapped around his dick and squeezed, and he groaned. That felt amazing.

“Come to bed,” she told him softly. And she began to step backward, toward the bed.

Well, considering she had her hands around his cock, he’d follow her anywhere. He tore off his shirt as he headed toward bed with her, loving the soft little sound of pleasure she made as he bared his chest.

As they got to the bed, she gave his c**k another squeeze and then moved her hands out of his pants and began to tug them down his legs. “I have condoms,” she told him. “I bought them when I first asked you out.” She gave him a shy little smile. “I’m so glad I did, too.”

“I’m glad you did, too,” he admitted. “I didn’t bring any with me. I didn’t picture . . . this. Not any of this.” It was more than he’d dreamed of, to be honest. To know that Elise knew all of him and still loved him? He felt like the luckiest son of a bitch ever.

She grinned up at him and patted his leg. “Then you undress and I’ll get the condoms.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he told her, shucking his pants and watching her walk to the bathroom. There was a sexy roll to her h*ps as she walked, and he wondered how he’d never seen it before.

Everything Elise Markham did was sexy. She even slept sexy. Damn, he was lucky.

She returned a moment later and held up the condoms, just as he slipped under the blankets, naked. “Found them.”

“Then get over here,” he told her, opening his arms.

A brilliant smile crossed her face and she looked so beautiful in the moonlight. She moved to his side of the bed and slid under the blankets next to him, her leg hitching around his na**d hip.

He pulled her close and began to kiss her again, his mouth feverishly working hers with hot, nipping kisses. His hands tugged at her shirt, dragging it up and exposing her br**sts.

Hot, delicious little whimpers escaped her throat as he kissed her, and her hands clawed at him, urgent in their need. Her mouth opened under his, hot, wet, and demanding.

Rome dragged her h*ps over his, his hands clasping her ass and spreading her legs so she straddled him. Then he pressed up against her sex with a push of his hips, and loved her moan of response. Her shirt was getting in the way, so he pushed it higher. He thumbed both tiny ni**les, then took the closest one in his mouth, sucking on it.

She gasped and her h*ps bore down on his cock, and she gave a fluid little roll that rubbed her pu**y down his length.

He groaned, teasing the nipple in his mouth even as he pulled at the waistband of her panties. He wanted her naked, wanted to feel that slick heat against his cock.

She rolled off to the side then, tugging her panties off with a speed that shocked him, and then dragged her shirt over her head. Then she was naked, all stretched out and glorious next to him, and he moved, pushing her down on the bed and covering her delectable body with his heavier one.

“Gimme that condom,” he told her, then kissed her mouth again.

“I want to be inside you.”

She moaned. “I want you inside me, too.”

He took the condom from her and sat up, opening the package and quickly rolling the sheath down his cock. He tossed the wrapper on the ground and then fell over her again, kissing her hungrily. He had to make sure she was ready for him, though. His hand reached between her legs and he brushed his fingers over the folds of her pu**y. She was already wet for him. “Damn, Elise. How do you get so wet so fast?”

“Your mouth,” she said, pressing kisses to his jaw. “Your touch. Everything. You make me wet.”

“I love you,” he told her again, and pressed his length between her thighs. He dragged his c**k up and down her slickness, lubricating it. “Love the way you’re always so ready for me. Love the way you look up at me. Love the way you feel when you’re around me.”

“I love you, too,” she said softly, and her fingertips danced over his mouth. “You make me so happy.”

He kissed her again, even as he hitched her legs around his hips. Rome positioned his c**k at her entrance, and then thrust deep.

She arched off the bed, her breath shuddering. “Oh, yes. Oh, I missed you, Rome.”

He’d missed her, too. Missed her sweet body, her lovely smile, her shining eyes. He took her mouth again, even as he began to thrust into her, each stroke pounding into the tight clasp of her pu**y. This wasn’t going to be a long, tender seduction. This was a claiming, and he was staking his claim on Elise. She was his.

Her h*ps rose to meet his furiously, and she panted with each stroke. “Yes,” she told him each time he pushed deep. “Yes, yes.”