Chapter 18 Dillan
DILLAN
Do you ever just look at someone and think
Wow, you’d look so good with me sitting on your face?
No? Just me?
—Dillan’s Secret Thoughts
Aslow smile curves Rome’s mouth, and I sink to the lowest depths of hell with my admission. But I can’t bring myself to care. This is wrong, so wrong. But yet . . . Oh God, it’s not.
Rome sinks to his knees in front of me, and any hesitance I may have ceases to exist as he slides my dress up my legs and presses his hot mouth over the tiny scrap of silk I’m calling panties, and I moan.
I drop my hands to his hair and throw my head back because this man doesn’t tease me. He doesn’t make me beg. He pushes the silk aside, swirls his tongue around my clit and sinks two deliciously rough, thick fingers inside me, making my body sing.
“Fuck, I missed the taste of you.” His voice is hoarse and dark and so damn sexy that I ignore the way those words should infuriate me and focus on the feel instead. On the way every single nerve ending lights up like tiny meteors burning through the night sky.
I bite down on my lip, trying to catch my next moan as his mouth works me in tandem with those talented fingers capable of breaking his opponents and maybe just destroying me.
Pressure builds, and pleasure twists, and my legs threaten to give out as my body sways. My hips rock against his face and hand as I chase the promise of relief. The kind only Rome has ever given me.
With his hair in my hands, I tug.
Pulling harder with each flick of his tongue.
Every suck between his lips.
Every bite of his teeth.
“Rome,” I whimper, and he cups my ass in his other hand and lifts me from my feet, the sheer strength of him amping me up to impossible highs. My breath catches, and I give myself over to him.
His tongue lashes in time with the curl of his exquisite fingers, and I explode.
My climax hits harder and faster than ever before, and a silent scream lodges in my throat as the darkness around us comes into impossibly bright focus. Wave after wave of electricity holds me captive as the rush barrels through me. Over me.
It’s too much and not enough as Rome coaxes one orgasm into two, refusing to let the aftershocks subside as he pushes for another. Until I can’t breathe. Can’t stand.
And knowing what I need, he finally stands, dropping my feet to the floor but holding me up with his body against mine.
He drags his thumb along his lower lips, and I drag my teeth over my own and open my mouth.
Somehow knowing what he wants. And my God, those navy eyes are fathomless as he presses two fingers on my lips, and I run my tongue over them.
“Taste yourself, principessa. See how fucking good you taste.”
My eyes stay open. Stay locked on his as my hands go back to the belt I was ready to rip off him moments ago.
“You sure you want this?” he groans, holding himself back. “Be fucking sure this time, Dillan.”
“Fuck. You,” I whisper in the darkness. “I know what I want. Whether you do or not.”
In one swift motion, he moves us so I’m sitting on a steel counter, my thighs cradling his waist.
“Oh, I’m going to fuck you, principessa. But you’re not going to run this time.”
I don’t have time to process his words before he lowers his pants and wraps my hand around his cock. “Feel that, Dillan. Feel what you do to me. What you’ve done to me for two motherfucking years.”
I revel in the power I feel coursing through me as I hold him in my hands. The control I have in this moment. Over myself. My life. My choices. And watch in awe as he takes the step I had completely forgotten and protects us both by rolling a condom on.
“Fucking need you so bad,” he growls as his lips crush mine, and I drag the head of his cock through my soaked sex, loving the feel of him between my thighs. The heady high I’ve only ever felt with him.
We suck in simultaneous breaths at the contact and his heat. “Be sure.”
“I’m sure,” I admit, damning myself, my choices, and my body for the undeniable amount I want this man.
One strong hand slides to my hip, and he presses inside in a long, deliciously tight thrust that has my body tensing and melting. Burning from the inside as he takes me inch by inch . . . by unbelievably perfect inch. Until he’s all I see. All I can feel.
He swallows my moan, his tongue pushing inside my mouth while my nails score his scalp as he rolls his hips, sinking impossibly deeper. Tighter. Hitting that precious spot I’ve tried but failed to find again and again since the last time we were together.
We both moan as his hips pick up speed, and I match him thrust for thrust.
Our mouths seal together, silencing each other in the dark corner of the room anyone could walk into. Too far gone to stop or care. They needed to believe we’re together. Well if someone came in now, there’d be little doubt.
I arch against him and press a palm flat against the counter behind me, giving me the leverage I need to get closer. To take more. I kick off a heel and plant my foot on the counter, giving him better access, and Rome hisses as he takes me harder. Deeper. Hotter.
My breath catches, and my body shakes.
His hips drive into me again and again as one hand cups the back of my head, making sure I don’t slam against the wall behind us. Pushing me closer and closer until I’m nearly touching the flames threatening to burn me alive. To incinerate us both.
“I fucking hate you,” I whisper as my orgasm taunts me just out of reach. A fucking tsunami threatening to wash away every flame licking at my skin, leaving nothing but destruction in its wake.
“No. You. Don’t.” Each word punctuates another thrust, each deeper than the last. A sheen of sweat forms on his brow as the muscles in his neck flex and strain, and I’m suddenly all too aware that neither of us even removed our clothes.
I hold on to each roll of his hips building us higher. Dragging us closer.
Knowing right now, right here, we work.
“Fuck, Dillan . . . Come for me.”
But when my body shakes and my orgasm rolls over me, dousing the flames, I know this will end. It has too. Because even as my body hums and my heart swells, my head knows I can’t trust this man.