In Too Deep (Grayton Series Book 4) (9 page)

When her arms pulled him closer, she felt herself falling backwards onto the sofa. His body hovered over hers as he took the kiss deeper. Her shoulders pushed into the softness as the hardness of him moved against her chest.

She couldn’t stop herself from running her nails up his arms to his shoulders. When he scraped his teeth against her jaw, she felt her entire body pulse.

She wanted him. Here. Now. Even after all of these years. She may have hidden herself from the truth, but there was no more denying it. She would always want him.

Chapter Eight

R
oman couldn’t stop his hands from shaking. Not when they were running over the most perfect skin he’d ever been given the pleasure of touching.

It was hard remembering that there was a kid in the next room. Their kid. Every time those words played over in his head, he felt anger start to boil. So, instead, he focused on Missy. He may not be able to completely let loose with the kid sleeping so close, but there were things he could do to pay her back for all those years she’d robbed him of.

Her shorts were loose, and when he tugged a little, he couldn’t hide a smile when they slid down her legs easily. She looked up at him with big eyes as she bit her bottom lip.

“Roman…”

“Shhh.” He covered her mouth with a finger. “It’s okay, just let me enjoy.” His eyes moved over her slowly, causing her to squirm under his intense stare. Her hands had dropped to her sides as he sat on his knees between her exposed legs. The tiny strip of yellow cotton covering her sex was no match when he used a finger to tear it aside.

He watched as her fingers dug into the sofa as her shoulders bounded off the cushion. He wanted to hear her scream his name but knew that was for next time, when they were alone.

His eyes burned her as he looked at her perfect body. Only her thin bra stood in the way of seeing all of her. In a few well-practiced moves, he had that barrier removed.

A goddess lay before him. Her shorter blonde hair pillowed around her face. Her lips were dark pink from his mouth as her eyes looked up at him with pure lust.

He wanted to take her. Hard. Fast. Forever. Instead, he ran a fingertip down her body slowly. Touching every part of her until her eyes closed as he slipped first one, then another finger into her heat. She was wet. Waiting for him. Welcoming him.

He felt his cock jump with want but held himself back. This wasn’t about him tonight. This was about her. About showing her everything she’d missed. About showing her how long she’d kept everything from him. He was going to enjoy torturing her. Keeping her from her goal. Even now, her hips moved against his, wanting, begging.

He watched until her cheeks heated then pulled away. Then he ran his mouth from her chest bone to her pelvis, stopping at the dip between her thighs to lap and enjoy her taste. He skimmed his mouth over her soft skin as her fingers dug into his hair, pulling, holding him as she silently told him what she wanted.

Once again, he allowed her to build but not fall as he pulled away. Her eyes burned into his and a small crease formed between her eyebrows.

“Roman,” she moaned, “I want…”

“I know what you want.” His voice was low, almost like a growl. He shook his head, not trusting himself. The fact was, he wanted it too. He wanted to see her explode from his touch. Wanted to see her eyes go soft, her body tense as she came for him.

Spreading her legs wider, he ran a finger over her soft skin again and heard her sigh. Damn, she was making this almost impossible.

***

Each time Roman built her up, he moved away, causing her to become so sexually frustrated, she almost couldn’t contain herself. If he didn’t give her a release soon, she might just have to take what she needed herself.

Reaching up, she tugged on his shirt, until finally he leaned back and pulled it over his head, tossing it to the ground. When she sat up and ran her hands over his chest, his eyes closed with pleasure.

They had been children the last time they’d come together. So naive as they had created life. This time, she planned on taking her time exploring him, but he’d built her up too fast. All she could think about now was her own release.

When she moved to run her mouth over his chest, she heard his breath hitch and she smiled. She’d wondered if he was as moved as she was. Now she knew. As her mouth ran over his flat nipples, her fingers moved lower to the top of his shorts.

As she cupped him through his shorts and felt the hardness of him, she knew he was definitely as moved as she was. Maybe even more.

When she moved to slip her hand under his shorts, he pulled back and frowned down at her.

“Missy,” he said, shaking his head. Then his eyes darted to the hallway and she knew instantly what he was afraid of.

“Roman, we can go to my room,” she heard herself say boldly. She wanted too much to think through it at this point.

He closed his eyes and shook his head. “Not unless you have protection.” It was almost a growl.

She thought about it and frowned. She hadn’t been with anyone since… “No,” she whispered. “Fresh out,” she said sarcastically.

He nodded. “Then, for tonight,” he said, scooping her up quickly. “We’ll just have to rein it in.” He kissed her and started walking back towards her room. She buried her face into his shoulder when he walked quietly past Reagan’s room.

Not until she heard her door shut and the lock being flipped did she open her eyes again. He was looking down at her, smiling as he laid her gently on her bed. “I like your space.” He glanced around and then his eyes settled back on her.

He moved down to her, and she was grateful when his hands started moving over her again.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said next to her skin. His lips were quickly heating her back up. She’d changed so much since the last time they’d come together. Reagan hadn’t been a small child by any means and her body had accommodated the almost nine-pound baby easily, but it had taken her a while to get her figure back. Even now, her hips had yet to go back down to their normal size.

He continued to talk to her softly, telling her how beautiful she was, how soft, the entire time he touched her, kissed her, causing small goose bumps to rise everywhere.

Her hands roamed him, feeling every muscle, enjoying feeling every beat of his pulse against her skin. When she felt herself building once more, she dug her heels into the mattress and held on but was once again disappointed when he pulled away.

“Roman,” she begged, trying to keep him close to her by wrapping her legs around his hips and holding him to her.

He chuckled. “Easy.” He kissed her neck, just below her chin. “I’m enjoying myself too much to rush.”

“It’s not rushing,” she almost growled out. “It’s torture.”

He pulled back and smiled down at her. “Maybe you deserve a little torture. Especially after what you’ve put me through.”

Looking deep into his eyes, she felt guilty all over again. An explanation was on her lips, but then he shook his head and frowned at her.

“No, not tonight.” He reached up and cupped her face in his hands gently. His rough, calloused hands against her soft skin heated it even further. “That’s for later.”

“Then… why are you torturing me?”

His smile was fast. “Maybe I enjoy watching you squirm.”

She looked into his eyes and could see sadness there, but she could also see desire. Deciding two could play this game, she quickly rolled and didn’t stop until he was beneath her. Pinning his arms down to his sides, she straddled him. The fact that she was completely naked now, while he still had his shorts on, caused her some distress. So, bending down, she tugged until finally he was as naked as she was.

Her eyes slowly moved over his entire body. He’d been a boy the last time, and she’d been so shy that she hadn’t enjoyed looking. Now, however, she let her eyes take him all in. Every glorious inch of him told her that he was a man instead of the boy she’d fallen in love with so many years ago.

She felt doubt creeping in, so before she could back out, she leaned down and ran her fingers and mouth over him.

His fingers dug into her cotton comforter as his hips jerked when she took him fully into her mouth.

“Missy, my god,” he groaned, his hands going into her hair. She loved the taste of him, the soft skin over steel. She took her time, pleasing him as she learned every inch of him.

When his hips started moving, she leaned back and looked down at him with a smile.

“It doesn’t feel good, does it?” she asked, running her hands over his thighs.

For an answer, he flipped her over until she lay underneath him again. This time, his fingers dove into her, and she knew he wouldn’t stop.

***

He couldn’t stop if he wanted to. Not after she’d tortured him to the brink, till he knew what it was like, needing so very much. His fingers took what he wanted, gave her what she needed until she lay below him, lax and sated.

Then he lay down next to her and tried to control his own breathing as his mind rushed over the events of the last forty-eight hours. Her fingers kept circling his chest until finally, she moved over him.

She smiled down at him and he tensed for just a moment before her lips covered his. He had forgotten how soft she felt over the years. How beautiful she’d been. Even now, looking up at her, he didn’t want to close his eyes in case he missed any little detail about her. The way her hair fell around her face or how her eyes heated when she ran her hands over his chest.

When she dipped her head lower, he watched as she gripped his length and started a slow movement around him, causing a groan to escape.

“I had my turn,” she almost purred. “Now, it’s yours.” Then she was taking him to places he’d only dreamed about since the first time he’d touched her so many years ago.

He hadn’t even known he’d been missing anything with other women he’d seen during her absence. They all paled in comparison to the way he felt when he was around her. The way she’d always made him feel. Safe. Like he was home.

He must have dozed off for a while after she’d snuggled next to him. When he cracked his eyes open, he could see the top of her head resting on his chest. Reaching down, he covered them with a blanket and smiled when she buried herself closer to him.

He could just make out the light coming through her blinds and knew that his time holding her would be limited. He had plans to make sure that he stayed right where he was for the rest of his time there, or at least until he convinced her to return home for a visit. After that, he didn’t know what the future held, only that now that he had found his family, there was no way he was letting them go again.

The morning was something dreams were made of. Well, his dreams anyway. He helped Missy with the mundane chores of getting an almost eight-year-old ready for a day at school.

He even cooked eggs and toast while she was in the bathroom, getting dressed. He found it incredibly sexy that even after last night, she still blushed around him when he watched her walk into the bathroom naked. Of course, he had had to spend a few minutes thinking about something else before he’d finally emerged from the bedroom.

With the help of Reagan, he talked Missy into filling out the forms and writing a check for Reagan’s trip to Orlando. He had to admit, he and the kid had made a great team when convincing her.

He knew he needed to tread lightly about telling the kid he was his father. How did one go about bringing up the topic?

By the time they drove her car to the school, he’d made the decision to tell the kid later that night over ice cream. But after watching Missy kiss the boy goodbye, he started having his doubts.

“Don’t,” she said without looking over at him as she waved to Reagan. The kid turned at the door and looked back, a slight frown on his lips, until he finally smiled and waved back.

“What?” Roman asked, turning to her. “Ask to drive the car?”

She chuckled, but shook her head from side to side.

“Roman, even after all these years, I can tell you have been deep in thought.”

He shrugged his shoulders. “Just what do you think I’m deep in thought about?”

“Reagan.” She crossed her arms over her chest and scowled at him. “Telling him about you.”

He frowned. “He has a right to know.”

“I’m not questioning that.” She walked around and got behind the wheel. “I just think we should take it slow.”

“Slow?” He almost growled the word. “Eight years isn’t slow enough?” he asked, stopping himself from slamming the car door.

She turned and glared at him as he pulled out of the parking lot.

“I had my reasons,” she said, not looking in his direction.

“And? When will I be invited to hear your explanations?”

She sighed and rolled her shoulders. “When I’m ready.” She glanced at him after saying this.

“What about me? Don’t I get a say in this? After all, you’re the one who took my voice away for eight years.”

“Roman.” She pulled to a stop in the parking lot of the store. “Just give me a little more time.”