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O utside, Roan calls an Uber. Then he kisses me to breathlessness until the car arrives.

Somehow, I remember my address. On the way, we continue to make out so enthusiastically that I’m afraid the driver will crash from the distraction. But we make it home in one piece.

Outside my apartment building, I dig for my keys in my handbag before letting us in. We have to walk up two floors. The building is so old that it doesn’t have an elevator. I’m always glad that I don’t live on the fifth floor.

Roan looks around after I unlock my apartment. “Nice.”

Laughing, I step out of my heels, my sore feet sighing in relief. “Wow, what enthusiasm.”

“That will come when I see your bedroom,” he replies with a wicked grin, watching me. “You could have left the heels on, you know, and taken the rest off.”

I stare at him, meeting his stormy gaze. I reach for the spaghetti straps of my dress, slip it off, and let it fall to the floor.

Roan swallows hard. I reach around my back, unhook my strapless bra, and let it fall to the floor as well. The hundred-dollar bill that I had completely forgotten about also falls out. Oops.

I then do the same with my thong until I’m standing naked in front of him.

He looks me up and down, his cocky look replaced by one of appreciation.

“Your turn,” I say, a little breathlessly, even though I’ve seen almost all of him already in the MMA ring.

He grins before pulling his shirt over his head. His magnificent body is revealed, and it’s all I can do to not start drooling over his sculpted muscles.

He pulls his jeans down, followed by his snug-fitting boxer briefs, freeing his erect cock.

Now, it’s my turn to take a long swallow. He’s huge.

“Do you like what you see?” he asks, his voice so husky that it gives me goose bumps.

“A little,” I reply, still teasing.

Roan grabs his cock, sliding his hand up and down the rigid length.

“Just a little?” he asks.

“Maybe a little more than that,” I admit.

I approach him slowly. He stops stroking himself and draws me to him with his gaze. As I stand in front of him, I stroke his shoulders, his chest, his stomach. I trace the lines of his individual tattoos, the peaks and valleys of his muscles. I scratch my nails gently over his nipples before letting one hand wander lower.

Then I gently touch his cock and his eyes bore into mine.

His hand rests on mine, and together, we rub his throbbing length up and down.

Then I sink to my knees in front of him.

He’s groaning before I’ve even done anything.

He releases his hand, and I rub him up and down by myself a few more times before kissing his tip. His hands clench into fists, and he presses them against his thighs.

He’s still full of adrenaline from his fight, he’s obviously a lot stronger than me, but he’s controlling himself, letting me control the pace.

I stick out my tongue and lick him from root to tip.

“Holy shit, woman, you’re killing me,” he growls.

I do it again. And again. And again, just to torment him.

He moans in frustration, but I don’t let him off the hook. I play around with the tip of his cock, sliding my tongue around in smooth circles. Then I take more of him in my mouth, sucking lightly at first before building up more suction.

Roan swears like a sailor, or at least, like what I’ve heard sailors are supposed to sound like. After a minute or two, he moans, “God, a thaisce , you have to stop.”

I ignore him, continuing to explore every inch of his beautiful cock. He allows it for a moment before he pulls away from me, grabs me under the arms, and pulls me up. He smiles at me, brushing my hair out of my face before kissing me so fiercely that it takes my breath away. I always thought that phrase was an exaggeration. Something that romance writers invented that sounds good but not something that actually happens in real life.

But now I’m experiencing it for myself. And it’s not the physical act of not being able to breathe. No, I could breathe normally. It’s just that this kiss is so incredible that I forget how to do it.

“Why did you stop me? Was I doing something wrong?” I ask, suddenly uncertain.

He shakes his head. “Because I was about to come.” He caresses my cheeks.

“And that’s a bad thing?”

He grins. “It’s bad when you’re knocked out after an orgasm and haven’t done anything for the hot, naked woman yet.”

I stroke his chest. “Oh, I wouldn’t say you haven’t done anything for me yet. Just the sight of you…”

He laughs. “That doesn’t count.”

His arms wrap around my waist right before he lifts me up. As if of their own accord, my legs wrap around his middle. “Where’s the bedroom?” he asks.

I point to one of the two doors leading off the open-plan living area. “That way. But it doesn’t necessarily have to be the bed.”

“What does that mean?” he growls excitedly.

“We can do it wherever you want.” My whole body pulses at the thought.

He looks at the window front that adorns one side of the apartment. “I’d like to fuck you there sometime. With your tits pressed against the glass. But right now, I want you to be comfortable.”

“Okay.” I smile at him, holding his gaze.

It’s strange because it’s so incredibly intimate and, at the same time, so incredibly non-committal. Just the way I like it. For one night, I want to feel that someone values me. I want to kiss and caress and hear nice words, then go my own way again.

He swallows as if he’s also sensing that this doesn’t feel like a typical one-night stand.

I hope he doesn’t fall in love with me , I think. That would be very inconvenient.

But then I see that devilish look in his eye, and I know I don’t have to worry. He wants nothing more than a night of fun. Just like me.

Roan walks toward the bedroom and my hands run over his truly divine body. I want to touch every bit of his skin; I want to burn how he feels into my memory just so that I can draw on it in the future. I don’t want to forget what this living piece of chiseled sculpture feels like under my fingers.

He gently places me on the bed, lies down half next to me and half on top of me, caresses my cheek, and kisses me. His hand wanders down my neck, gently stroking my cleavage before he grasps my breast. I moan against his mouth as he teases my hard, tight nipple.

When his mouth follows the path of his hand, I bite my lip so as not to be too loud. The walls are thin here, and I don’t need yet another argument with my neighbors.

Although, who do they think they are? The woman in the apartment next to me has two children who make a racket all day long. The man above me has a dog that barks at the worst times, and the woman below me plays the cello. But they only complain when they hear me moan? Sure.

Anyway, now isn’t the time to think about that.

Not when Roan is kissing my stomach, opening my thighs, caressing my folds with his fingers.

“Fuck, Roan! Don’t stop,” I moan because now it’s me who is clenching my hands into fists. At least for a moment, then I put both my hands on his head and push him toward where my need is burning.

Completely unimpressed by my efforts, he simply carries on as he started, his tongue encircling my belly button.

“Roan, please,” I beg, not proud of myself but regretting nothing in my desperate desire to feel his tongue on me. I wiggle my hips, my need building. But that doesn’t speed things up either.

Okay, maybe I teased him too, and this is his revenge, but honestly, it’s only fun when I do it. The other way around, not at all.

“Lick me, please,” I say, losing all control.

He chuckles against my skin as he continues to stroke my folds slowly, agonizingly slowly. I lift my pelvis again, trying to pinch his fingers between my thighs, wanting to slide down. Again, I try to push his head down.

“Lie still, or I’ll tie you up,” he growls.

Tie me up? Certainly not a good idea with a complete stranger. And yet…I wiggle my hips again.

He laughs, but instead of actually tying me down, he pulls his hand from between my legs and places it on my pelvis, holding me down tightly. He looks up at me, dark fire in his eyes.

“Now it’s my turn. I didn’t rush you just now either.”

“No, but you took my toy away.”

He tilts his head. “Well, that’s true, I did. But you’re letting me do it.”

“Why would I?”

“The more you push me, the longer this takes,” he promises, and nibbles at my skin.

I stroke his stubbly cheeks. “You’re really mean.”

He nods. “I’ve heard that before.”

I admit defeat and sink back into the pillows. “Fine. Make sure I don’t have fun.”

Roan laughs, crawling up the bed to cup my face. “So, you’re saying you aren’t having fun?”

I cross my arms in front of my chest. “Not a bit.”

He looks down at my pushed-together breasts. “That’s a shame, because I’m having fun for both of us.”

Smirking, he presses a kiss to my lips, trying to press his tongue between them, but I hold my lips together. The corners of his mouth twist in amusement, and he licks them, until I can’t take it anymore—his kisses are just so incredible that I already need more of them.

He continues kissing me, rubbing his tongue against mine and nibbling on my lower lip. My arms wrap around him, holding him as if I never want to let him go. His hand grips my breast, kneads it, and gently pinches my nipple.

“Oh, Roan,” I murmur, breathless once again.

“ A thaisce, you taste so incredible.”

While he’s talking, he reaches between my legs, finds the spot where I’m wet, and penetrates me with two fingers. I moan out loud. He pumps his fingers into me, making me wish he would never stop. So when he suddenly pulls away again, I protest.

He runs his juice-soaked fingers over my lip, then puts them in my mouth. I’m not the biggest fan of my own taste, but it’s still sexy as hell. Especially when he adds his tongue to the equation and licks my moisture from my lips, his fingers, and out of my mouth.

“Mmm, delicious,” he comments.

“Keep going,” I beg, still dying for my final release.

“With kisses? Only too gladly.” He kisses me with a grin.

“You know exactly what I mean, you tease.”

“Patience is a virtue.”

“I never learned that particular virtue.”

He smirks. “Then you will learn it now.”

I groan in frustration, which makes him laugh out loud. He presses his head against my shoulder, his teeth nipping at my soft skin. I groan and drag my nails down his back, on the edge of exploding completely.

“Okay, okay,” he says, lifting his head.

He presses a kiss to my cheek and begins kissing his way down my body. He lingers in certain places but doesn’t torture me unnecessarily. In a matter of moments, he is between my legs, blowing warm air against my soaked folds, licking my throbbing clit.

Almost instantly, I’m in heaven. His beard feels fantastic between my legs and my orgasm comes so strong that I feel all my muscles go rigid at once.

No question about it. This is perfection. But it isn’t enough. I need more.

“Do you have a condom?” he asks, after having already made me come twice.

A condom? Fuck!

“No! I ran out!” I exclaim, horror dawning on me.

But I can feel his grin against my pussy. “I guess we’ll just have to have fun like this.”

He positions me the way he wants before kneeling over my face and I greedily take his cock in my mouth while he continues to pleasure me.

He fucks me gently with his tongue, and I forget everything. I finally remember the gorgeous length between my lips, and I start sucking his cock again.

I come again with his cock muffling my moans, while he growls. Good vibrations, it seems. I increase the pace of my strokes, rubbing my tongue up and down in time with my pumping hands. It doesn’t take long before Roan comes in my mouth.

He moves away from me, and I discreetly turn to the bedside table, grab a tissue and spit into it. If he notices, he doesn’t say anything. Roan lies down right next to me, pulling me into his arms and lazily stroking my back.

“What time is it?” I ask after a few moments that could have been five minutes or five hours.

He looks at his watch and raises his eyebrows. “Nearly two o’clock.”

I lick my lips. So that’s that, then. “Oh.”

He frowns. “What?”

“It’s my birthday.”

He turns around, leans on his elbow, and looks at me in the moonlight. “It’s your birthday today?”

I nod.

He kisses me. “Happy Birthday, a thaisce .”

That word. He keeps saying it.

“What does that mean?” I ask.

He pauses before he responds. “Oh, it’s something like ‘little one’ in Irish.” Then he grins. “So, what’s your wish?”

“My wish?”

“Like, for a birthday present.”

I laugh. “You don’t have to give me anything. You barely even know me, and you only just found out.”

He scoffs. “Hey, I’m a gentleman. Of course you’re getting something.”

“Tell you what, eat me out again in the morning,” I joke.

“That’s a promise.” With that, he lies down again and pulls me close.

And after a while, I can hear his steady breathing. Satisfied, I fall asleep too.

The next morning, it feels nice to wake up in Roan’s arms. It feels even better when he keeps his promises and buries his tongue in my folds before my eyes are even fully open.

“This is how every morning should start,” I purr afterward.

His stomach grumbles. “Do you have anything planned for your birthday or do you want to have breakfast?”

I shrug. “No plans. This afternoon, my best friend—the one who stood me up yesterday—will probably turn up here.”

“She stood you up?” he asks.

“We were supposed to celebrate my birthday together. But she fell asleep beforehand. She’s seven months pregnant, so I can’t even be mad at her.”

“That’s fair, I guess. So, breakfast, then? Have you got anything in the kitchen?”

He cooks? My heart skips a beat.

“There should be a few things,” I say.

He kisses my stomach. “Then I’ll just have a look in your fridge if that’s okay.”

I nod. “I’m going to jump in the shower.”

“Do that.”

He gets out of bed, naked in all his manly splendor. God, he’s got a damn fine ass.

I lie in bed for a while, savoring the sex-sated feeling in my muscles while I listen to the noises coming from the kitchen. I kind of like this feeling. So homey. I can’t remember the last time a guy made me breakfast.

Finally, with a sigh, I get out of bed and take a quick shower before throwing on a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt. It’s okay to look like a grub the morning after a hot night of sex , I think.

I’m not prepared for the sight that awaits me in the kitchen. Roan has put his pants on, but his upper body is naked. Yummy , is all I can think.

He’s already set plates at my little high table and obviously stole a few flowers from my balcony. The entire image is super cute.

When he sees me, he smiles in a way that makes me want to pull him back into bed.

“You look spectacular,” he says, approaching me. Somehow, the image of a gazelle being spotted by a mighty lion pops into my head. There’s something deliciously ravenous about Roan.

He doesn’t stop when he gets to me, and I finally back away, pushed against the wall by him. He rests his arms against the wall next to my head, leans forward, and sniffs me.

“You smell good,” he growls against my neck.

“Didn’t I smell good before the shower?”

Laughing, he runs his nose over my jaw, which I tilt upward for him. You don’t want to mess with the biggest hunter on the savannah.

“You smelled good before. And you looked good before. But I like you best the way you look now.”

“I spent hours on my getup last night, and you think wet hair, no make-up, and a T-shirt are the best?”

He nods. “Hmm, yes, but you’ve forgotten one thing.”

“What?”

“Your eyes are still sparkling from the orgasms I gave you.”

I giggle, one of those awful, annoying giggles you give when you’re insecurely flattered. But Roan doesn’t seem to mind.

“What’s for breakfast?” I ask, trying to steer the conversation in a different direction.

“Your fridge didn’t have that much in it, so there’s some fruit, eggs, bacon and pancakes.”

I stare at him. “Are you kidding me?”

“No, why?” He straightens and stares down at me.

“This is the most amazing breakfast anyone’s ever made in this apartment.”

He shrugs but is obviously pleased with the compliment. “I’m a chef.”

“I thought you were an MMA fighter.”

He waves a hand. “That’s just a hobby.”

“You let yourself be beaten up for no reason?” I ask, horrified.

His face is pure male pride. “Sweetheart, did you see me get beaten up?”

“Oh, sweetheart, someone’s arrogant,” I joke, trying to hide the way my thighs are pressing together, already eager for more of his tongue.

His nostrils flare as if he can smell my arousal. “Let’s have breakfast. After that, I should probably get some condoms.”

“What makes you think that?” I demand, hating that I was so easy to read.

“You’re horny.”

I stare at him. “How would you know that?”

He kisses me on the cheek. “Your nipples are hard.”