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His blue eyes burned as he studied her, lids sweeping low until he watched her with a hooded gaze. “It looks like it was made for you,” he said softly, reaching up to lightly touch the locket.

“I love it,” she said, her voice soft.

He dipped his head and pressed his lips to hers.

She opened for him. Her heart felt so full, she thought it might burst.

When he lifted his head to look down at her, that goofy smile that had been threatening to break free finally appeared and she laughed, throwing her arms around him.

He chuckled, hugging her back. “I give one of my most treasured possessions to a woman and she’s laughing. Thanks, Julianna.”

She caught his face in her hand and tugged it back to hers. “Thankyou, Roman.” She kissed him again, a loud, smacking kiss that turned soft and slow and sweet.

As Roman’s arms tightened around her, she leaned into him, delight and happiness curling through her.

18

Roman

Roman wokein his bed to the feel of Julianna’s mouth on his.

“Wake up, sleepyhead.”

After two months together, the intensity of the pleasure she gave him didn’t blindside him as much as it once had. But it could still catch him by surprise and coming awake to feel her hand on his cock was always a delight.

After all, what man wouldn’t want to wake up like that?

“Morning,” he said, reaching down to fold his hand over hers. “Whatever you were up to, darling, keep at it.”

She chuckled and rubbed her mouth over his. “I’d be happy to, but we have to make it quick. I’ve got a breakfast meeting.”

“Hmm…if that’s the case…” He flipped them over in bed and came down between her thighs. “How quick do you want it?”

Her lashes fluttered and she hummed deep in her throat. “I’ve got a few minutes.”

“Good.” He kissed the corner of her mouth, then moved lower, his lips brushing over neck, collarbone and breastbone as he made his way down, down, down.

She gasped when he reached her pubis and he glanced up. “Am I rushing it?”

“Oh…no. You’re just fine. Moving right along.”

He grinned at her before lowering his mouth and nuzzling her through the neat patch of curls. He absolutely loved having sex with her. She was fun and fearless and didn’t mind playing in bed. When he slid his tongue through her folds, she whimpered and reached down, spearing her fingers through his hair. “Roman…”

He loved it when she did that, when she pressed herself eagerly up against his mouth and begged for more.

He gave her more. He was at the point where he’d give her just about anything. And this? This was a pleasure to give. He brought her to a quick orgasm, then moved back up to mount her, slipping inside her and groaning at the wet, hot feel of her. They’d dispersed with condoms a few weeks earlier after she’d told him she was on the pill and they’d had the other discussion.

He’d never gone skin to skin with another woman and the feel of her silken, sweet pussy was a delicious pleasure he never wanted to be without.

She caught his arms, her nails biting into his biceps as he started to thrust inside her. Her head thrashed back and forth on his pillow, her dark brown hair a river of silk.

“Roman!”

The sound of his name on her lips was just one more thing he didn’t want to do without and he dipped his head to kiss her, hard and fast as need and pleasure chased through him.

What had started out as sweet and lazy turned hard and fast and he tucked his hand up under her ass, bringing her up more fully against him, riding her hard.

A weak moan escaped her just before the climax hit her and he swallowed the sound of it down, reveling in each sigh, each moan, each shudder of ecstasy.