Chapter 41
Chapter Forty-One
TESSA
“Here?” I squeak.
I lean my face into the palm of his hand when he winds his fingers through my hair. I run my tongue against my lips, licking away the leftover chocolate.
Rome presses his forehead against mine, and my stomach flutters. “Everywhere.”
There’s something different lingering as he stares at me—a silent pleading or maybe desperation.
His other hand falls to my chin, keeping my face steady, as he leans in to kiss me.
My childhood bedroom fades in the background as I give in to him. I’m weightless and floating away with each stroke of his tongue against mine. He palms my hips, and my hands land on his strong shoulders. He moves us over to my dresser and plops me down so he can stand between my legs.
Goosebumps rush to my arms from the flitting of his fingers against my skin as he toys with the hem of my shirt. I arch my back as he pulls it from my body. It falls to the floor.
“This is risky.” I move to unbutton my jeans.
Rome helps me in between placing hurried kisses against my lips.
“What is?” He’s out of breath, both of our jeans on the floor beneath his feet. “Me taking you in your childhood bedroom or…”
I let my head fall backward when his fingers delve beneath my panties to slide them down my legs.
“Or what?" I ask breathlessly.
“Or how fucking in love I am with you.”
I snap to attention.
My heavy breasts press against his chest, his heart beating so violently they thump against my skin.
I suck in a mouthful of air when he pushes into me.
His eyes shut, and he rests his forehead against mine.
“What did you just say?” I ask breathlessly.
Rome moves his mouth over my ear, his fingers digging into my skin as he grips my waist. “I said…that I’m in love with you.”
Everything stops.
My breathing.
My heart.
“Now, tell me, Princess…” Rome’s teeth skim my earlobe, and I’m floating. “Has anyone taken you in your childhood bedroom before? Or will I be the first?”
He pulls back, and our eyes lock. The fall is endless when it comes to him. I just continue to slip right into his arms.
I shake my head slowly.
“So I’ll be the first?”
I nod.
“Thank God,” he murmurs.
Our lips collide, and we can’t seem to get close enough. I meet him halfway with every slow thrust. His hands are everywhere. He’s everywhere.
I look up into his eyes, and he pushes in deeper. He keeps a hold of my gaze, sliding out slowly before doing it again.
“Rome.” His name quietly falls off my lips.
The build-up is too much.
I’m not sure where I start and he ends. Everything is messy, in the most wholesome way.
I dig my fingers into his shoulders when the knot in my lower stomach begins to untie.
“Let yourself fall over the edge,” he murmurs against my mouth. “I’ll catch you.”
My orgasm starts off slow, unraveling thread by thread before it completely takes over, and I’m lost. I don’t know where I am, and I don’t care.
Rome puts his hand over my mouth to keep my moans quiet. His head falls to my shoulder, and then he stills inside of me a heartbeat later. Heat mingles in between my legs, and I’m on fire.
There’s a light sheen of sweat on his hairline when he slowly leans back, his hands still wrapped around my waist, keeping me still.
“Wow,” I whisper.
It’s the only thing I can say.
Rome nods.
Seconds stretch, our eyes both bouncing back and forth between each other, with so many quiet thoughts lingering.
“Aunt Tessa?” Vivian calls from the hallway. “Did Rome find you?”
Rome panics. “Fuck.”
He’s out of me within a second, and we both bend in search of our pants. Rome zips his jeans up, and I'm still searching for my panties.
“Oh, fuck it,” I hiss, quickly shoving one leg in my jeans and then the other before Rome is pulling on the denim and zipping them for me.
I tug my shirt over my head, and the door opens just as Rome swipes my panties up off the floor and into his pocket.
“You found her!” Vivian shifts her attention from Rome to the mostly melted milkshake on the dresser.
He swipes it off the dresser. “Don’t even think about it,” he warns, raising a brow. “It’s mine.” His lips wrap around the straw, and he walks past Vivian for the door.
Good idea. We clearly need to be separated.
I catch his eye before he steps out into the hallway, and when his lip lifts into a grin, I blush like a fool.
“Aunt Tess?”
I blink and shake myself out of whatever trance I’m in. “Hmm?”
“Why is your shirt backward?”
I look down, and my face heats.
“Oh, you know.” I brush her off. “I…spilled my milkshake and had to clean it off. I guess I wasn’t paying attention when I put it back on.” I’m stuttering over my words like a toddler.
Vivian nods, taking in my quick movements as I fix my shirt. “It’s okay, Aunt Tess. I do that all the time.”
Funny she should say that.
Because I don’t.