Beautiful Revenge (A Good Wife Book 1) Page 25

  I did, my limbs still weak from my orgasm. I felt awkward and clumsy like a child. He pulled my dress up all the way off, careful not to pull my hair, before he dropped it off the side of the bed onto the carpet with a satisfying ripple of sound.

  He made a satisfied noise in his throat. “Matching. I knew it.” His fingers traced the front of my bra, and I found myself arching into his palms, wanting his touch on me without the lace between us. “You knew before you came to meet me that we’d end up here.”

  “I…” I couldn’t lie to him. He’d already seen right through me. My cheeks heated at his insight.

  He didn’t give me time to be embarrassed. With one flick of his fingers, my bra was unhooked and I was fully naked, kneeling on the bed for him. “Fuck,” he hissed. I could feel his eyes on me, drinking me in, rolling openly and unashamedly over my body, leaving scorching trails across my already sensitive skin.

  I heard his belt buckle clink behind me and I froze. My ear tuned in to the whispers of clothing being removed and discarded on the floor, every noise causing my skin to become even more sensitized until I couldn’t take it anymore. I shifted around to look at him.

  He was glorious. Wide rounded shoulders to match his muscular arms, firm chest and a stomach of defined abs. And that V. Oh God, he had that V, a small birthmark on his lower left hip. His skin was smooth, tanned and taut, marked only by a puckered scar on his left chest.

  My eyes fixed on his length. He was thick, straight, not too long. I felt my thighs begin to shake and I collapsed back on the bed, my arms barely holding me up as he towered over me now.

  “I was going to drag this out,” he admitted, a foil packet already in his hand. “But you’ve had me hard since I first saw you.” He grinned. “That’s what the rest of the night is for. For now, I just need to fuck you.” He rolled the condom on his length and flicked the empty foil aside. He drew himself over me like a blanket, pushing my thighs apart, his strong arms wrapping around me and pulling me close. He shifted himself so that his tip was at my entrance and paused.

  Everything around me came into sharp focus. I realized with a gasp that I was here with this man, a man so beautiful he would make angels cry. This wasn’t just possibility or a wistful daydream I had conjured up. This was truly happening. Somehow possibility and reality had twisted together to become one. What I was experiencing in the moment—his earthy cologne mixed with sweat, the weight of his body crushing mine, the pinwheels of electricity crackling through my body—was real. I was here. With Roman.

  He sheathed himself inside me in one smooth movement. I gasped as I felt myself stretch to my limit. I’d never been so awake in my whole life. I felt thrust suddenly into a world of song and fire I never knew existed.

  “Sweet Jesus,” he muttered. “I’m not going to last.”

  He began to drive in and out of me, hard and relentless. Just like our attraction, there was no easing into this. I could feel every inch of him. Our flesh slid and tugged, delicious friction beginning to reignite me again.

  Oh my God. Was I going to come again?

  He seemed to sense it. He pulled one leg up over his shoulder and pushed in deeper. I tensed, my body already starting to tighten and clench around him as he drilled into me.

  The second orgasm slammed through me, starting almost abruptly. I cried out partly from surprise, but mostly from the intensity of the feeling thundering through me. Every muscle in my body tensed as if electricity was shooting through me. My fingers and toes curled. He let out a loud groan and his body jerked. I felt him pulsing inside me. It felt like he was feeding me his orgasm, doubling it. Waves of pleasure knocked back and forth between us, on and on, our twin cries and our breaths twisting around each other.

  If I’d known sex could be this good, perhaps I would have had more sex instead of applying myself to my career. Even as I had this thought, I dismissed it. I knew, deep down, this was not just sex.

  He let my leg down and collapsed onto me, holding his weight up with his elbows so he wouldn’t crush me. I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around his wide, warm back. I breathed in his spicy woody cologne and the hint of sweat and sex, letting the deepest, fullest sense of satisfaction cover me like a blanket. His nose brushed lightly along my neck. He was smelling me too. He let out a low long sigh.

  “That’s never happened before,” I whispered to myself.

  He lifted himself up and pulled off the condom before coming down beside me. His eyes roamed over me, still naked, making me want to pull the sheets up over me.

  “You mean…” he leaned in closer as if he were about to share a secret, our faces enclosed in this private space of our warm, sweet breaths. There was a sparkle in his beautiful dark eyes. “Actual sex?”

  I poked his side and he flinched with a short laugh. The man was ticklish. Interesting.

  “No, you ass.” I poked him again.

  “Stop that or I’ll be forced to punish you.”

  “Don’t make fun of me again or I’ll be forced to punish you.” I poked him again to make a point. I really enjoyed watching him squirm.

  He rolled on top of me. “I think we need to call a truce.”

  “The only time someone calls the truce is when he’s about to lose.” I tried to poke him again.

  He grabbed my hand, threading his fingers through mine and holding it down over my head so I couldn’t do it again. “I’m merely giving you an option of a truce to be a gentleman. I don’t lose.”

  He was too strong. And he was cheating, using his weight to hold me down. Being pinned down should inspire fear in me. Instead, I felt the heat rushing to my core. Again. Dear God. What was he doing to me?

  He smirked at me, smugness clear on his face.

  I rolled my eyes, but a small smile pulled at my lips.

  “Now that I’ve clearly lost against you,” he said, “you were saying… what hadn’t you ever done before?”

  I chewed my lip, wondering if I dared to reveal my secret.

  He raised his eyebrow. “I’ve been inside you, Jules. I’ve had my fingers, drenched in your come, shoved down your throat and my tongue in your asshole. Are you really going to be self-conscious now?”

  Fair enough. “Coming twice,” I blurted out. “I’ve never come twice in a night.”

  A smirk appeared on his face. “Safe to say then you’ve never come three times in a night.”

  “No,” I squeaked as his hips began to grind against me again, his length hardening. He grinned, wicked and salacious, the hunger clear in his eyes. I wasn’t the only one ready to go again.

  “Challenge accepted.”

  9

  ____________

  Roman

  I had the most incredible dream. I dreamed I had an angel in my arms. She saw past the darkness that shrouded me. She wrapped her light around me and bathed me in warmth. She absolved me of all my sins.

  I slept more soundly than I had in a long time.

  I woke to the feeling of a warm body against me, silky hair against my chest, soft warmth along my side making a heat trickle into my lower body.

  Julianna.

  I let her stay the night.

  I never let them stay.

  Sometime during the night, I had grabbed her and pulled her against me. And I hadn’t let her go. I opened my eyes. The early afternoon light was streaming through the window, highlighting the Presidential Suite’s honey wood and cream décor in a soft glow. The expensive sheets were twisted around us. Half the blankets and pillows had been kicked off the bed. I spotted the broken lamp I’d knocked off the bedside table last night. Last night… Already my mind was filling with images from last night, making my cock ache. Jesus Christ. Last night…

  I’d had my fair share of one night stands and flings. Last night blew them all away. Meeting someone who set your body on fire with one touch—one searing look, one whispered word—came along less than a handful of times in a lifetime. She would not be someone I’d forget that easily.

>   I looked down at her sleeping face, careful not to move so as not to wake her. I wondered if she knew how gorgeous she was. I doubted it. Despite her bravado and confidence last night, I could sense she was unaware of how devastatingly beautiful she truly was. Her long dark lashes almost reached the top of her polished cheekbones, a perfect tiny brown mole over her pouty mouth, naturally crimson and slightly parted. She barely had any makeup on her face, I realized. None of that foundation shit that always smeared across my pillows. Just a touch of mascara darkened her lashes.

  She looked younger when she slept. Her features were soft and full. Without her shields up, she was as vulnerable as a babe in my arms. My heart clenched. If only I could protect this very part of her. She wouldn’t need her shields if she had me. She wouldn’t need to be so tough all the time. Or in control all the time.

  “Are you watching me sleep?” she mumbled even as her eyelids remained closed.

  I grinned. Busted. “That depends.”

  “On what?”

  “On whether you find it sweet or creepy.”

  Her eyes flickered open and she blinked a few times before she glanced around. “Damn, this is a nice hotel suite.”

  “Funny enough, it’s the same suite as last night,” I teased.

  She rolled her eyes. “I was too busy last night to notice it.”

  Damn straight. “You did seem very distracted.”

  “Whose fault was that?” She rubbed her eyes and pushed the hair from her cheeks. She stretched out her legs, the soft skin of her toned thighs brushing along my side, stirring the need for her again. “What time is it?”

  I stiffened and my fingers gripped onto her involuntarily. “You have somewhere to be?”

  She glanced over to me. “No…but it’s not very productive laying around in bed all day.”

  “I can think of a few productive things to do to you in bed today.”

  “Roman—”

  I shut her up with a deep kiss. I’d fuck her until she forgot that she needed to be anywhere but right here with me. Over me. Under me. All around me. It took a second before she melted against me. Her submission sent a surge of blood to my lower half. She was mine.

  Not for long, an annoying voice inside me said. You’re leaving tonight.

  Fuck tonight. There was only now.

  I rolled over her, my erection against her soft folds, my chest pressing against her breasts. I latched my mouth onto hers like she was my only source of oxygen. When her soft tongue rubbed against mine, it sent my head spinning. I rubbed my aching cock against her growing wetness, her little moans urging me on. I could feel the animal inside me breaking loose. I was going to lose my fucking mind.

  Everything about her, the way my fingers sank into her soft skin, the shape of her as she fit against me, the taste of her come still on my tongue, all conspired to drive me crazy. I wanted to fuck every single one of her holes until she was hoarse from screaming. I wanted to bury myself so deep inside her that the stains would never wash off. I wanted to tear her beautiful body apart.

  Slow down, you selfish fucker.

  I tore my mouth off her, sucking in air, trying to take hold of my senses. I didn’t want to scare her. I don’t know why I cared so much but I did. I needed a new plan. A new position. Before I totally lost my shit and ripped her apart.

  “Roman?” I could hear the question in her voice. Why did I stop?

  If you only knew what you were doing to me.

  I rolled us over, crushing her to me with my arm until I was on my back and she was straddled over me. She pushed herself up so she could look at me, her eyes on me, waiting, like such a good girl, for my next instructions. She had fought me last night when I had pushed against her boundaries. This morning, she was as open and curious as a newborn doe. Last night I had given her body what it needed and more. Now she trusted me with it completely. She’d let me do anything to her now.

  I reached up to cup her breast, rolling a thumb over her nipple, making it pebble. She let out a moan. “I want to watch you fuck me,” I said.

  A look of happiness stole across her face in the form of a shy smile. My heart gave out a little kick. She reached between us and wrapped her soft hand around my erection. I was already wet from the juices soaking out of her. She used her fist to spread it all along my length. I grinned to myself. There was a dirty girl inside of her. She just needed me to coax it out.

  She positioned herself over me and slid herself down. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. Sweet mother of mercy, she was so damn tight and warm, the only piece of sweet heaven reserved for a devil like me.

  She settled her hips down to the hilt and gasped. “I don’t know whether I’ll ever get used to the size of you.”

  I fucking hoped not.

  She moved slowly at first, her hips lifting and rolling down onto me, her tiny soft hands running over my chest and abs as if she didn’t know which part of me to hold on to. I loved the way she bit her lip as she tried to hold in her groans, the way her perfect round breasts bounced, her lickable nipples peeking through her hair.

  She began to speed up, causing the pressure in my body to build. I kneaded her ass and ground my hips up to meet hers. Fuck, I had to stop touching her before I lost control. Usually, I’d be grabbing her hips and slamming her down onto me faster. I didn’t. I reached up, grabbed the headboard and held on, my knuckles going white.

  She slammed down onto me harder and faster until her breaths were my name coming out in curses, over and over.

  I was so damn close I was seeing stars behind my eyelids. “Fuck yes marry me,” I muttered, my growling becoming incoherent, my brain completely shorting out. I wasn’t sure what I was saying to her, I just knew I didn’t want her to stop. Ever.

  Her pussy clenched. I felt her orgasm rumbling all around me. I couldn’t fucking take it anymore. I grabbed her thighs and spurred her on as she rode us both over the edge. An orgasm tore through me like an earthquake, my vision turning into a sea of white.

  Her scream faded and she collapsed on my chest, her sweat mixing with mine. I crushed her into me like I could pull her into my body. Like I could keep her. Her perfume of pears and musk, mixed with the musk of sex, filled my nose. She was intoxicating, every part of her. Every time I sank into her warm, soft folds I went in a little deeper, I lost myself a little further. For the first time in my life I wondered, would I ever get enough?

  “I should go,” she said, sitting up, startling me out of my reverie. “Let you get ready to leave. I’m sure you have other people you want to catch up with while you’re here.”

  No. My stomach tightened. I didn’t want her to leave.

  She has to leave eventually.

  But not now.

  I forced a smile and tried in the most casual voice I could. “Do you want to use the shower?”

  She bit her lip. I knew she was wondering about my offer. “Thanks, but I can shower at home.”

  I gripped her thighs, not letting her rise off me, scared that if I let her up, I wouldn’t find a way to make her stay a little bit longer. Don’t you want to stay? “There’s a huge high-pressure showerhead in there that I’ve paid for already, so you might as well use it.”

  “I don’t know.”

  I screwed up my nose. “Look, I really didn’t want to have to say this, but you really, really need a shower.”

  She laughed and poked my side, the vulnerable part of me that she had somehow ferreted out. Not even Jacob had known I was ticklish there. “I do not stink.”

  I pinched my nose. “Like high heaven.”

  She poked me again. I grabbed her hand, laughing, rolling over her to pin her down. Her hair flowed out across the pillow like spilled wheat. Fuck, she looked so damn beautiful staring up at me with her sharp whiskey-colored eyes and her breasts pressing up against my chest. I leaned down and covered her mouth with mine. This woman was like a drug. I wanted to have her over and over again.

  She tore her lips from mine and pushe
d at my chest. “Roman, let me up.”

  I felt my face tighten. I’d never had to work so fucking hard to get a woman to stay with me. “Shower first,” I commanded.

  “So bossy.”

  “Deal with it. That’s what you signed up for when you entered my bedroom.”

  She rolled her eyes but there was a small smile on her lips. “Fine. Shower first.”

  I rolled my hips against hers, my body heating up again, my dick swelling already. The thought of being inside her again was enough. “I’ll join you.”

  She gasped as I rubbed my length against her slit. “Are you serious? Again?”

  I grinned, rolled us up to the edge of the bed and stood with her clinging to my torso. I held her to me with my hands on her ass and thighs as I walked us into the bathroom.

  “I’m never going to leave if you keep this up,” she mused against my neck.

  That’s the plan.

  10

  ____________

  Julianna

  What was I doing? I let the hot water wash the shampoo out of my hair. It ran over my head and body, swirling white suds disappearing into the drain. I had already stayed longer than I’d planned. Roman had fucked me in the shower up against the marble tiles, making me come hard again, before giving his beautiful body a quick clean while I leaned against the wall, studying him with greedy eyes. Now I was alone actually having a shower and yet thinking of him.

  He was such a contradiction. Domineering and fierce, yet funny and playful. He managed to inspire such trust in me so quickly. More than that, I could see the watchful, observant man underneath the charming exterior, the kind of man whose thoughts ran deep. The kind of man who knew exactly what was going on around him at all times. He was so fucking beautiful it almost hurt to look at him.

  He was dangerous. Dangerous for my heart. I had only known him less than a day and already… already I didn’t want to leave.

  He is leaving. Tonight.

  The more time I spent with him, the more attached I’d get. I had to go before this feeling got any stronger. I needed to protect myself. Every time he’d sunk his length into me, my body shook with such soul-deep pleasure unlike I’d ever thought possible. He’d awakened something inside me. Now I wasn’t sure if I could live without it. Without him.