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I pop the button open, slowly dragging the zipper down, keeping my eyes locked on his. “I told you you were talking too much.”

His eyes flash with something dark, something dangerous. “Then let me put my mouth to better use.” And with one smooth motion, he hooks his fingers in my leggings, dragging them down my legs and tossing them aside, leaving me in nothing but my underwear beneath him.

I barely get a breath in before he presses me back into the couch, his mouth capturing mine, stealing the air from my lungs.

And I am more than willing to let him.

Chapter Eleven

Romano

March 30th

2:15 P.M

Fallon’s scent is everywhere, thick and sweet as honeyed peaches, saturating the air and making my head spin. I’m drowning in her. She’s beneath me, beneath my hands, beneath my mouth, and I swear to the Gods, I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more. Her skin is hot under my touch, her body pliant and eager, arching into me, pulling me closer, giving herself over like she was made for me.

I barely register her fingers working my jeans open, her teasing words vibrating in my ears.

“I told you you were talking too much.”

Fuck.

She has no idea what that does to me.

Her blue eyes burn into mine, pupils wide, lips swollen from my kisses. She’s breathless, needy, so fucking perfect, and she doesn’t even try to hide how much she wants me. I want to devour her. “Then let me put my mouth to better use.”

I grip the waistband of her leggings, dragging them down in one swift motion, baring more of her to me. My chest tightens at the sight. She’s laid out beneath me, her hair a wild mess against the couch, her body flushed, trembling slightly.

I drag my fingers up her thigh, slow, teasing, feeling the way her muscles tense and shudder under my touch. “So pretty, little love,” I murmur, my voice almost unrecognizable—deep, wrecked.

I lean down, pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the inside of her knee, then another, higher this time. She whimpers, her fingers twitching like she wants to grab me, hold me where she needs me most.

I grin against her skin, teasing, testing, savoring. “You smell so fucking good,” I growl, inhaling deeply, my lips trailing fire up the soft curve of her inner thigh.

Fallon’s breath stutters, her fingers finally snapping, burying themselves in my hair, tugging, pulling me closer. “Ro,” she gasps, pleading.

Fuck. That sound.

I’m going to ruin her.

I let out a low chuckle, nipping at the sensitive skin just beneath the band of her underwear, grinning when she shudders. “Say please, little love.”

She makes a noise that’s half frustration, half desperation, and I fucking love it. She shifts beneath me, her hips lifting in silent demand, but I press her down, keeping her still, keeping her right where I want her. She finally breaks. “Please, Romano.”

I snap.

I drag her panties down, tossing them aside, and before she can take another breath, I bury my face between her thighs.

Her back bows off the couch, a sharp, wrecked cry spilling from her lips. I grip her hips hard, holding her down, holding her open, and take what’s mine. She writhes, gasps, moans my name, and I eat it up like a man starved. I told her I needed a better taste. And I intend to savor every fucking second.

Fallon is wild beneath me, her fingers fisting in my hair, pulling hard like she’s trying to keep herself from falling apart too fast.

Oh, little love, that’s not how this works.

I flatten my tongue, dragging it through her folds, humming at the taste.

Fuck.