Page 84 of DadBod
Pointing to my daybed, I say, “Sit. I’ll be right out.”
I watch him move to the bed, feeling as though my undies are safe from his eyes.
From the bathroom, Rome says only loud enough for me to hear, “Sure.”
I change quickly. Glancing at my legs, I really wish I’d shaved them. In no time, I’m out of the bathroom in a clean set of clothes. I smile at Rome, but his eyes are on my legs. “I bet you know a guy.”
“Huh?” he asks, sounding distracted.
“A guy. I bet you know a guy who could get you Hamilton tickets.”
Glancing up at my face, he lets his eyes go right back to my legs. “I suppose I do.” Rome stands from his spot on my bed and makes his way to me slowly. When he’s close enough, he runs a finger across my cheek. “You look beautiful.”
I need to shower and shave my damn legs, but hopefully he won’t notice. “What are you doing today?” He looks down at my bare limbs.
“Back to the animal shelter.”
“Again?”
“Yep. Ryann has really been helping that poor, abused dog.”
Rome’s hand is now touching my hair. The other one is sliding down my arm. “Want to kiss you.”
“All right.”
Except his lips go right for the jugular. Literally. They’re on my neck, and I moan at the feel of it. “Want to do all sorts of things with you, babe.”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Love to see those sexy, bare legs wrapped around me.”
“Uh-huh.” I will not think of the hair on my legs.
His lips touch mine, and that’s when I wrap myself around him like a boa constrictor. That’s also when things take a turn––a sexy, hot turn. Rome takes my hand and leads me to my bed. Sitting, he pulls me between his legs and doesn’t waste any time. Starting at my knees, Rome’s hands travel up slowly, over my denim cutoffs, the hem of my tee. “May I?” he asks, looking up at me.
Words are too hard right now; I nod.
His hands slip beneath my shirt, and the second I feel his fingers touch my middle, I gasp. His hands are warm and a little calloused, which, in romance books, never sounded all that nice to me, but I stand corrected. It feels amazing. Grazing my skin, he tickles me until his fingers reach the edge of my bra.
Would it be completely inappropriate for me to just rip off my shirt and bra this instant?
Fuck appropriate.
Pulling off my shirt, I reach around and unclip my least ugly bra. It’s supposed to be white, but it’s now more of a gray-beige. It doesn’t appear as though Rome cares, because his eyes are strictly on my boobs right now.
“Fuck, honey.”
He’s just staring. His hands are right below them, and he’s just staring. Doing what needs to be done, I place each of my hands on his wrists and pull them up until he’s cupping me.
“Yes.” I hiss it. I mean, it’s been forever since anyone touched my breasts. Okay, I’ve touched them, but believe me when I say, my hands are not near as stimulating as Rome’s.
When he skims each nipple with a finger, I let my head flop back until I’m looking at the ceiling. “Use your mouth.” For the love of all that’s holy. Use your mouth. “Please?”
And that’s when Rome James does what I tell him to do. For once. His lips wrap around my nipple and the most delicious sucking sensation overtakes me. “Yes.”
I place my hand in his hair to encourage him to keep going. To never stop. When his hand reaches around to cup my ass, I feel the urge to get closer. Placing my knee on the bed next to his left hip, I do the same with my other leg until I’m straddling him, forcing Rome to scoot back on my bed to make room for me, which I appreciate. Like the hussy I’ve just become, I sit on his lap until I feel him between my legs. My hairy legs.
Don’t think about that, Beth. You’re going to ruin this.