Chapter 68
Chapter Sixty-Eight
CLOVER
Ilead Roman to the bedroom as if I own the place.
He slowly unzips my black leather dress, placing kisses along the column of my spine as the fabric falls away.
When I turn to face him, I’m wearing only a tiny black lace thong and matching strapless bra.
He makes quick work of the bra, tossing it onto the floor, then he’s on his knees, pushing me back onto the bed.
Pulling my thong to the side, he licks my pussy, and I groan.
He growls in approval and steps back to pull off his clothes. When he comes back, he pins me to the bed with his tattooed hand splayed over my stomach while he teases me with his tongue. With one hand I pinch and roll my nipple, and with the other I interlace my fingers with his over my stomach.
Sucking on my clit, he sends me over the edge, wave after wave of pleasure cresting through me. I pull at his hair as I come, and when he’s satisfied that he’s wrung every drop of pleasure from that orgasm, he climbs up onto the bed and rolls onto his back, pulling me on top of him.
Roman lets me control how fast and how deep I take him. Hips moving rhythmically to match me. He smiles up at me as his thumb brushes across that sensitive bundle of nerves, sending sparks exploding across my skin.
With a gasp, the pleasure crests again. Roman buries himself as deeply as possible before finding his own release.
Pulling my head down to his, he kisses me. “I fucking love you, you know that?”
I smile before rubbing my nose against his playfully.
“I know.” I dot kisses along his jaw.
He growls at me not saying it in return, flipping us so that I’m the one on my back. He pulls out slightly before pushing back in, already hardening again.
“I love you too,” I whisper before he begins to pick up his movements.
Warm sunlight dances along the bare skin of my back. My eyes are still shut, but I enjoy the feeling of lying here in the sun, tangled up in Roman’s soft sheets. It’s the best sleep I’ve had in weeks. Feeling safe and whole again.
A disgruntled meow comes when I move my legs. I smile, taking a deep breath. Of course he went and got the cat. Smokey bats a soft paw at one of my legs, and I stifle a laugh. Ever the cranky wee thing.
My eyes flutter open when I hear the sound of the piano in the corner of the room.
Roman’s at the piano bench wearing only navy boxer briefs. With the broad muscles of his back on display, he begins to tinker at the piano, a series of notes I recognize with a smile. My song.