The Promise (Darkest Lies Trilogy Book 2), Bethany-Kris [top 50 books to read .txt] 📗

His lips paused in their tantalizing trek. “Oh?”

“I can’t remember it.”

“But?”

“I woke up warm.”

His wicked grin formed against jawline. “And?”

“And what?”

“Tells me enough,” he muttered, planting another kiss against her lips, “to say dreaming me didn’t leave you wet.”

Karine’s nerves sang, her hands already working to unbutton his shirt while he simultaneously pulled down the tiny shorts she had pulled on under the oversized long-sleeved shirt. She nibbled on his bottom lip, enjoying his dark hum, before replying, “Didn’t matter—I wanted the real you anyway.”

“You’ve fucking got me, babe.”

Good.

She was still in the clothes she’d gone to sleep in the previous night. Her shorts fell to the floor around her ankles; the long-sleeved shirt quickly followed, finding the pile of discarded clothes along with his when he let her drag the shirt down his strong arms.

He stopped her for reaching for the button on his pants when he said, “I don’t have long—you made me wait damn near to the last minute, Karine. I’ve got to be downstairs in twenty.”

She pouted, then.

Roman growled at the sight, kissing her harder before mumbling against her quivering lips, “Thirty, then. Fuck it, they’ll have to deal.”

Even that wasn’t enough.

She’d make do.

“You have a bad habit of not wearing panties,” he noted, gaze raking over her naked body when he put just a few inches of distance between them. “Or a bra.”

“Only when I sleep.”

“Doesn’t matter. I like it.”

Hell.

She’d sleep naked, curled in his lap every night if he wanted her to.

Karine didn’t get to reach for his pants again, because in the next second, his hand was between her thighs, fingers seeking the sweet, warm heat he’d find waiting there. The pleased, low hum he released when his fingers slid between her folds to find her wet, and her clit already sensitive to his touch made her shiver.

“I’m gonna make you come,” he told her. “Fast, and hard. And then you can take what you want from me, Karine. Whatever you want, yeah?”

An airless yes answered him back, but she’d said it, and it was enough. The strokes of his fingers were fast, and relentless. Precise, tight circles that make her knees weak and coaxed the moans from her one after another.

She’d wanted a taste of him—loved his cock in her mouth, the way he lost control when she sucked him, and how he looked above her when she was on her knees, but she couldn’t tell him that. Couldn’t look away from his eyes when he watched her lips part as the orgasm crawled closer, and he said, “Almost, babe.”

Nearly there.

“But I want to taste it when you do,” he added.

Roman’s hand stopped then, and he dropped to his knees all at once with wet fingers slipping into her sex as his mouth took the place overtop her clit. He sucked hard, then rolled the swollen nub with his tongue with rapid, firm flicks as she rocked against him.

It was the sudden finger against her ass, pressing and circling the tight hole before slipping in knuckle-deep that really threw her off the edge.

She hadn’t been expecting that—it was new, and different. Good, yes, but shocking all the same. The intensity of the sharp pleasure that accompanied it was unlike anything she’d felt before.

Already, she was addicted.

The relief of the orgasm crashing down was instant, but she lost everything else for seconds. Her ability to think, to breathe. It was all gone while her fingers scraped along his scalp, and she fell beneath the waves crashing through her body.

Karine had barely had time to come down from the high before Roman was standing, his hand still caressing the tender, slick flesh between her thighs when he leaned in for a kiss. She took it, tasting herself on his lips—a tart, heady flavor.

He made her breath catch when he grinned, lips hovering over hers. “You liked that.”

She knew exactly what he meant.

“Make sure you do it again.”

Roman liked it best when she surprised him—coming out of left field with a reply he wasn’t ever ready for. Now wasn’t the exception to the rule, and before she knew what happened, he’d thrown her over his shoulder and was carrying her to his bed. She clung to him, wrapping her limbs around him, so she could feel the strength of his every sinew.

Those wide shoulders; his steel pecs. How the bands of muscles in his back flexed under her fingertips dancing down his spine.

His hand cracked against her ass, earning him a high pitch squeal that melted in a moan when he squeezed the same spot to massage away the sting. His murmured, dark promises into her skin where he kissed as he walked, tickling and teasing her all at the same time.

She was still trying to figure out how or why this man would want her. What had she done to deserve him?

Roman sat down on the edge, sliding her down his body until she had settled in his lap. She threw herself into him, into his fierce kiss, and his wandering hands. Her hair fell like a curtain around his face while he molded her to himself. His cock was already thick, and underneath her, the length straining against the fabric of his slacks. Unashamed, she grinded her hips into him, not at all caring that her own wetness might leave a mark behind on his pants.

Good.

Something to remember her by.

“God, Karine,” he uttered, her name a prayer on his lips.

She lifted from his lap under his urging, but only for him to undo his pants and shift them down enough to free his erection from the confines of his boxer-briefs. He stole another quick kiss, pulling her down—closer and closer, straight on to him. His cock dove deep into her with one quick stroke.

She was already wet.

Already hungry.

That desire pooling in her belly was aided by the orgasm she’d already had, and Karine couldn’t get enough. The feeling of his thickness stretching her full, burying deep ... those clenching, inner muscles of her