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He was on top of the fucking world!
Lightning bolts of energy could have shot out of Roman’s fingertips. He was charged with sexual energy, and Chloe was his ideal target. They were both being impulsive, he knew that, but his mind and body wouldn’t let him stop.
Roman fought the urge to pull away, to resist her. If he told her no, then any potential possibility for them being together would shoot out the window along with his hopes and dreams. He couldn’t mess this up, not this time.
“Do you want to get out of here?” He murmured as he nibbled on her ear lobe.
She took a deep breath and tugged at his upper lip, panting hard. He could feel her heartbeat next to his chest. She was as erotically charged as he was in the passionate, impulsive moment.
“Sure,” she cooed into his ear, moaning softly while he reflexively tried to subdue the massive and throbbing erection in his pants.
“We have to be discreet,” he warned as they held hands and climbed back up the sea wall.
“I agree.” Chloe rolled her eyes. “Like I want to be on the front page of a tabloid tomorrow.”
“Don’t you? I can’t imagine why not.”
He couldn’t really refer to her as a love interest, but there was a gray area when all he could think about was slipping off her panties and pushing his face between her legs.
“You are full of yourself; you know that right?” She smirked.
“I’m a rock star,” he shrugged. “What else do you expect?”
He paused, waiting for her to respond. He wanted her to beg him for an orgasm, but he would take it slow if that’s what she wanted. He had messed things up with Chloe before, and he wasn’t about to fall into that crack again.
She stuck her tongue out, playfully.
“This way.” He gave her hand a little tug and pulled her along until she caught up with him.
“Where are we going?”
“Back to my hotel room.”
“You are a daredevil,” Chloe chuckled. Roman could hear the smile of approval by just the sound of her voice alone.
His burning desire for Chloe was reaching dangerous levels. If he didn’t get a taste of her and send her over the edge of a near-violent climax soon, then he would consider himself a failure.
It was a couple of miles before they reached the edge of the town. They were both sweaty and panting by then, both with their massive arousal for one another and by the strenuous walk through the valleys.
Roman was afraid that Chloe would lose interest or become too exhausted by the time they reached the hotel room. When he glanced at her as they crossed the street together, he was relieved to see the spark still aflame in her dazzling blue eyes. He saw the sexual, primal hunger in the way she stared at him. He recognized it because it was brewing in his belly as well.
The need for him to ravage her was becoming more urgent by the second. He pounded the elevator button in the lobby. When nothing happened, he pushed it again as if it made any difference in getting the elevator car to them quicker.
When they arrived at his hotel room, he hooked the ‘do not disturb’ sign over the latch on the door. He didn’t want to take a chance that one of his band members or housekeeping might stumble in on them in a private, naked moment.
After locking the door, Roman tenderly cradled Chloe’s chin in his hands. “You’re safe with me, beautiful. And if you change your mind, all you have to do is tell me, and we’ll stop.”
Chloe nodded, her eyes stargazed on him. “I don’t want to stop.”
“I’ve had feelings for you ever since Hawaii,” he admitted, a confession that was plaguing him. “You never really left my mind.”
Chloe’s perfect cherry lips curled into a delicious smile. “I didn’t stop thinking about you, either,” she purred. “I am open to the idea of seeing where this goes.”
It was a confession that made his heart ping with excitement. He led her over to the bed where he gently laid her down, drinking in her beauty. She was beautiful both inside and out. Her heart was pure, and he wanted to make sure she understood how much he respected that.
He stared at her in awe. She was flushed in the most natural way. He pushed down her jeans to expose her hot pink, satin panties. She propped herself up on her elbows, watching him as if she had to see for herself what tantalizing things he was getting ready to do to her body.
He heard a hushed sigh escape her lips as he began to plant delicate kisses on her bare, slender inner thighs. Her skin was as soft as silk and smelled like a field of daisies on a crisp spring day.
A puddle of arousal welcomed him as he inched his way further up her secret region. She gripped the sheets and trembled as his mouth teased her outer lips, tickling her with the tip of his tongue.
“Does that feel good?” He whispered with a mischievous grin.
“Yes,” she panted, arousal staining her cheeks in a sexy crimson color.
“Do you want more?” He teased. His own heart was pounding wildly in his chest. He was thirsty to drink her up and drive her wild with the talents of his tongue.
“Please,” she breathed and arched her back, looking as if she might explode from desire at any moment.
Roman wanted her to have a taste of what it could be like to be his lover. He was confident in bed and had a reputation for having a magic tongue. Word could quickly spread around, he soon found out.
Chloe’s body responded in satisfaction. Her thighs shook on his shoulders. She gripped the back of his head and stretched her fingers out, sexually scraping them back down his back as she dug her heels into his bare ass.
Her moans were becoming more frequent and heavily desperate as he continued to swirl his tongue around on her throbbing slit. She was trembling with an urgency which fueled him with even further motivation. She was irresistible. Her taste was incredible. He was dangerously skating on the thin ice of temptation with her.
The sound of her moans was like a song in his ear, sending chill bumps of pleasure up and down his spine as the bulge in his pants grew to massive proportions. She continued to squeeze her thighs on him, wailing with the fury of passion and pleasure mixed with erotic sexual ecstasy.
“More, more,” she cried out, gripping the sheets with balled up fists of passion.
He knew by the ragged sound of her breathing that she was close to climax. He decided to help her dive off the cliff into sexual oblivion.
With his tongue still swirling the alphabet on her clitoris, he pushed one digit inside of her, relishing in how warm and juicy she was to the touch of his flesh. He slipped in and out of her as she continued to form a puddle of ecstasy on the sheets beneath her spread open legs.
He was hitting her from all angles, and as she exploded into climax, he held her in place, so she could experience the bliss of orgasm. She was breathing heavily, staring up at the ceiling fan as it swirled in enchanting circles around and around above their heads.
“That was incredible,” she finally managed after several minutes of recovery.
He smiled at her, admiring the way her skin glowed in the aftermath of her climax. He was intensely turned on by her, and the attraction was undeniable. Sometimes you just found that missing link in the opposite sex, that one person who you have instant chemistry with.
He laid beside her, radiating in the pride of having sent her over the edge. She’d finished perfectly, screaming in the throes of passion.
“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.” He squeezed her hand and smiled, but he was still staring at the ceiling as he laid on his back beside her.
She propped herself up on one elbow, trailing circles on his bare chest with her index finger. She had a saucy smile on her face, and her hair was sexily matted and sweaty on the side of her temple. He stared at her naked body, resisting the urge to pounce on her again.
“Do you know what else I’m enjoying?” She laughed.
“Tell me.” Roman pretended to do a drum roll in the air which Chloe responded to with a fit of laughter.
She paused a moment, drinking him in with her eyes. “You. I’m enjoying you. The softer side of Roman Davenport. You are my Cadbury egg.”
He wrinkled his brow in confusion. “Cadbury egg?” He questioned with a chuckle.
Chloe nodded satisfactorily. “Yep. That’s right. You have a hard shell on the outside, but on the inside, you have a creamy, gooey center that is absolutely delicious.”
Roman laughed, wanting to fawn all over Chloe and spoil her. “Did you just now make that up?”
She shrugged as if debating whether to reveal all her secrets. “Sort of.”
He wondered what would happen if he took her, right then and there on the bed. The fantasy thrilled him. His heart pounded. His fingers itched to run them up and down her naked body.
He glanced at her and noticed how tired her eyelids were becoming, wilting like a flower. She must be ready for a nap from the intensity of the orgasm. He decided to let her sleep. If anything, it might be peaceful to watch her chest rise and fall gently on his bed. He wanted to take her and ravage her with every ounce of his body, but something told him to hold back. He didn’t want to push his luck with her.
Hell, maybe he should have touched that magic Irish stone after all. He might need all the luck he could get.