Page 19 of Snaring Emberly
“You taste even better than I imagined,” he says.
My nipples tighten, and every nerve ending of my body thrums with anticipation. All thoughts of leaving the limousine fade with the engine’s gentle rumble. As Roman circles my entrance with his finger, I make a mental note to ask him if he knows an affordable attorney.
“Relax, baby,” he says, his tongue moving with up-and-down motions that make every nerve ending sing. “I’m going to take really good care of you.”
He says those words with such conviction that my muscles relax into the leather seat. No other man has ever made such assurances and been able to back them up, but every instinct tells me that Roman wants to give me as much pleasure as I can stand.
His lips close around my clit as he pushes a finger into my opening. White-hot sensations shoot through my core. They’re so intense that my thighs clamp around his head as if to hold it in place.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he says as he licks and sucks and fingers me to the brink of ecstasy. “Let go.”
I do.
For several marvelous minutes, my mind melts. The tight ball of tension that houses my problems also uncoils. My inhibitions evaporate, and I surrender to Roman’s touch. Every nerve ending thrums with pleasure, and I can’t help but moan.
“Just like that,” he murmurs. “You’re even more beautiful when you’re grinding against my face.”
Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t stop my hips from jerking. My body quivers and shakes at his command, and all I can do is grab handfuls of his hair as I ride out the sensations.
Lust clouds my senses, and the pleasure sharpens into a razor-thin edge. I’m so close to orgasming that my skin breaks out in sweat and my eyes roll toward the back of my head.
Just as I’m about to tumble, Roman pulls back, leaving me aching.
My eyes snap open, and I release a desperate cry of frustration. I raise myself up on my elbows to glare down at the man between my legs.
“Why did you stop?” I ask through panting breaths, trying to hold back a surge of frustration.
His irises are so dark that they’re almost black. “You don’t get to come without permission.”
My eyes widen, though I shouldn’t be surprised. It makes sense that Roman would be dominant. Those types of men get turned on by making women jump through flaming hoops to get the simplest of favors and even then, they fail to deliver.
Heat rises to my cheeks, adding to the ache escalating between my legs. I hold back my usual snappy response. Roman has me so worked up that I’ll play along with his mind games. Then I’ll switch back once I get my orgasm.
“You want me to beg again?” I ask.
When his gaze drops to my exposed pussy, I can’t help but bite down on my lip to keep from moaning. He swipes his tongue over full lips that glisten with my arousal, reminding me of a predator about to devour his prey. My thighs tremble, the muscles of my core clench, and every part of me wants to volunteer to be his next meal.
“Do I want you to beg?” He repeats my question as though its answer is obvious. “What do you think?”
Light me a fire because I’d jump through any kind of obstacle if it meant getting Roman to finish what he started.
The limousine makes a right turn onto a highway in the opposite direction of my apartment. Somewhere in my sex-addled brain, I remember not telling him where I lived or even having agreed to being taken home.
Why the hell would I want to go home when the cops know my address? It’s not like I have a second hideout, and I’m too fixated on Roman’s mouth and too invested in getting an orgasm to care.
“Yes, please,” I whisper.
“What’s that, beautiful?” he asks, his full lips quirking. “Tell me what you want?”
I take a deep breath, releasing the last of my inhibitions. “Please suck my clit and make me come so hard I forget my name.”
He makes a low growl that causes all the fine hairs on my body to tremble with anticipation. “How about I fuck that hungry pussy with my tongue? Would you like that?”
My heart races at the suggestion, and I whimper. “More than anything. Give it to me, Roman. Please.”
His eyes rise to meet mine, and I see a need so intense, I can’t comprehend it through all the lust fogging my common sense.
“Then that’s what you’re going to get,” he says, sounding almost cold.