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Gabby

A nd worship me he does.

I push up on my elbows, my breath hitching when his head lifts, and dark eyes are heavy with lust, and something else I can’t name as they lock onto mine.

My chest tightens and I suck in a fast breath full of nervousness and anticipation.

“Roman,” I murmur, unable to control the quiver in my voice as my body reacts to him in a way it’s never reacted to any man before.

And yes, I was supposed to get married tomorrow night.

“Yeah, Gabs?” His voice is low, rough, and while it’s also full of need, it also holds a great amount of patience.

I swallow hard. “I just…” My mind is spinning as my body hums with a new kind of excitement, one that’s sharp and sweet and terrifying all at once.

His gaze never leaves mine as his bottom lip grazes my nipple, and when he exhales, the heat of his breath skates over my skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. My body shudders involuntarily.

“Are you cold?” His brows knit with immediate concern, and somehow, that’s what undoes me. The fact that even now, in the middle of sex, he’s worried about me.

A choked laugh slips out of me, more breathless than amused. “No. The complete opposite.”

The corner of his mouth curls, dark and sinful, as his big hand cups my breast and squeezes just enough to make my back arch. His mouth follows, closing around my nipple in a long, slow suck that sends heat racing through my body.

“Yeah, you are,” he murmurs, before shifting to my other breast and giving it the same delicious torment.

My head drops back, a helpless moan spilling from my throat as the heat from his mouth sinks through my body and pools low in my belly.

My hips lift instinctively, grinding against him, and the rough groan he lets out is pure, primal approval.

It shoots through me, making me reckless.

Bold. Something I’ve never experienced in the bedroom before. Maybe even in life.

His mouth travels lower, trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses down my ribs, to my stomach. When he reaches my belly button, a ripple of unease flashes through me. I try to hide it but he senses it instantly, his head lifting, his dark eyes locking onto mine with concern.

I gulp. “Roman…” My voice is thin, breathless as I hurry out with, “Oh, God, are you…you don’t have to…”

“Of course I am and yes, I have to,” he says, a hint of amusement behind his heated words. But then his head cocks slightly. “Wait. Do you not want me to?”

“No, it’s not that,”I say far too quickly, and the flicker of suspicion in Roman’s eyes tells me I’ve only made it worse. “It’s just…not something.”

Ugh. Get out of my head, Cass.

Why am I talking so much? Overthinking so much? Roman must think I’m a total disaster. I’m sure sex is never like this for him. What woman would ever open her mouth when a man is gifting her with such pleasure. He should probably cut his losses and run now.

“I get it.” His voice is calm, but the flash of something sharp across his face makes my chest tighten. Just when I’m about to spiral, to tell him to give up on me already, he presses his full weight down on me, pinning me to the mattress, his eyes dark and steady. “I’m not angry with you, Gabs.”

“I’m sorry,” I whisper. “I don’t mean to bring him up. I won’t again. I’m ruining?—”

“Stop,” he commands in a soft voice. “You aren’t ruining a goddamn thing.”

He shifts and rubs his hard cock through his pants.

His gaze pins me to the bed. “ We want you, and we don’t mind talking, so go ahead and talk.

But just so you know…” His lips curl into a dark, wicked smile.

“In a few minutes, you’re going to forget how to put a sentence together.

Right now, though, I want to hear everything you have to say. ”

I swallow hard, partly because this man isn’t frustrated with me, and partly because he actually isn’t dismissing my worries. It pains me to say I’m not used to that.

“It’s just… I was told guys didn’t like that,” I murmur, trying to play it casual, but I’m not pulling it off. “So you don’t have to do this because you think I want it.”

He sighs, running a soothing hand over my thigh.

“He was the only guy you were with, Gabs?” His voice is so soft, so understanding, it nearly undoes me.

I nod. He reaches up, brushing his thumb over my cheek, his touch featherlight.

“Okay, I can’t speak for other guys. But I’d walk through fire if it meant putting my mouth right here. ”

His hand slides lower, parting my sex with a gentle press of his fingers. His gaze drops, and his nostrils flare as he breathes in, his eyes visually caressing me with need and hunger.

“Trust me.” Tenderness steals over him. “When I said I had to, it’s because if I don’t put my mouth on you, I might fucking die. Babe, this is about me as much as it is about you. I’m a selfish fucking prick.”

Holy God.

“Yeah,” is all I can manage to say, my voice barely a breath. I take a shallow breath, heat zinging through my veins. “I thought it might’ve been me,” I confess. I give a shaky laugh. “I read books. I hear stories. I worked with models. They rave about…”

“Oral sex,” he says, finishing the sentence.

“Yeah, it’s pretty awesome.” His mouth quirks into a smirk as he shifts lower, his gaze still burning into me.

“Let’s be clear here. Your ex not wanting to do this?

” He tilts his head, one brow arched as the heat in his eyes makes me shiver.

“He just likes different farm parts, babe.”

I laugh, the knot in my chest loosening. “Can we not call it that?”

His grin deepens, sinful and satisfied. “Fine. But trust me. You’re about to see exactly how much I like this particular farm.

” He gives me a heated look and I shiver, eager to see just that.

“Now why don’t you lay back, relax and let me make good on my promise to fuck your vocabulary right out of you. ”

I fall back, a needy quake moving through me. “Yes. Please.”

“Look at that.” His bottom teeth graze his lower lip as he gazes at my mouth.

“I haven’t even started, and you’re already down to one-word sentences.

” He slides lower, his mouth inches from my sex as his hands go under my thighs, lifting me to his mouth.

His dark eyes brim with pure lust as he swipes his tongue over his lip.

“But in a minute, those words are going to start with oh , and end in God .”

He spreads me with his fingers, and when his tongue glides from bottom to top, a white-hot burst of pleasure obliterates my ability to think with any sort of clarity.

I moan, but when he circles my clit with the sharp tip of his tongue, hitting with sharp precision, that moan turns to a gasp.

Inhibition a thing of the past, I lift my hips higher, letting him know I want more.

The heat from his warm chuckle falls over me, and maybe before tonight, with you know who, my neediness would have embarrassed me, but with Roman, it’s actually encouraging.

I grip the sheets and with unabashed need, ride his face. He deepens the kiss, swiping the rough edges of his tongue over my aching clit until the words, “Oh God,” spill from my mouth.

“Yeah, just like that,” he murmurs, his breath now scorching my slick skin.

“More,” I manage, and my words seem to unlock something in him, a deeper hunger, a new kind of need. His tongue dances over my sex, flicking and stroking with the rhythm of a conductor, coaxing me toward the precipice with deft care.

He was right. This is pretty awesome.

“Roman,” I gasp, tossing my head from side to side as my temperature fires from hot to inferno. “I…I…that is so good.”

Just when I thought it couldn’t be better, he slides a finger inside me, thick and firm, and my muscles clench around him.

He curls his finger, finding the spot that steals my breath, and when he proceeds with lazy circles, I begin to unravel from the inside out.

I suck in air, pleasure building, so sharp and intense, there’s nothing I can do to stop the loud moan rising in my throat.

He gives a low, satisfied groan, and then adds another finger, filling me so perfectly. His tongue is soft and sinful as he makes slow wet passes, his fingers thrusting faster inside.

I move again, and he changes the depth and rhythm, as though knowing exactly what I need. He rocks his head from side to side, soaking his face with my liquid heat, and I know in an instant he’s right about one thing. A part of this is for him too, and my God, I couldn’t love that more.

As if sensing me watching, his head lifts slightly, and I’m pretty sure he’s grinning as he circles my clit with his tongue.

A second later, he lifts his head more, giving me a direct view of his hand as he slides his fingers in and out of me.

As heat builds, he goes back to devouring me, once again moving his head to soak his face.

This is what I’ve been missing out on?

My body tightens, muscles quivering as the pressure climbs higher and higher. My hands scramble over the sheets, searching for something to hold on to as pleasure coils and tightens. My breath stutters, heat crashing over me in waves.

He lifts his head, gaze locking with mine as his fingers thrust deeper, drawing a powerful orgasm from my body. A wicked smirk tugs at his mouth. “Gabs,” he murmurs, his eyes dark and seductive, so full of pleasure it becomes my undoing. “Still think guys don’t like this?”

“Oh, God,” is all I can get out as I fall apart beneath him. I pulse and spasm, my muscles contracting around his fingers as I fall back onto the pillow. As intense pleasure explodes between my legs, his tongue shifts over my rippling sex, keeping me deep in the moment.

Lord, when have I ever felt this alive, this incredible?