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She stilled. Was he right to think that?

No sooner had the words burst through her mind than she pushed them away.

As long as Rome wanted Sela, she was his. For the first time in a long time, Sela

saw Rome, truly saw him for all that he was.

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He was a man, strong and proud. But he had the same insecurities she did. He

wanted to know he was desired. Rome needed to know that Sela wasn"t going to run

away from what was happening between them.

Sela took a step forward and placed her palm on his chest. Beneath her

fingertips his heart pounded rapidly. “No, Rome, I wasn"t lying. I just needed you so

much I couldn"t wait.”

“So?” he drew out. His warm breath fanned her forehead; his deep voice

snaked down her spine.

Her eyes closed of their own volition, and Sela"s palm moved down his torso to

land on the small of his strong back. Muscles bunched underneath her hands when

she leaned forward to place her forehead against his chest.

Blood pumping, heart pounding, Sela answered his question. “So, I dreamed,

imagined you were here with me.”

His hands came around Sela to pull her close. “What did I do in this

daydream?”

Scalding heat blossomed in Sela"s cheeks as embarrassment exploded within

her. They"d done so much together, yet his question still made tremors of unease

quake through her.

Maybe because it was more intimate than the sex they shared. Letting

someone know about your dreams was a level of intimacy they hadn"t breached yet,

and Rome was asking her to let him see her fantasy, the deepest depths of her

desire. She took a deep breath and plunged right in. If Rome was at her beck and

call, what would she ask him to do?

“You held me,” she said softly.

“Like this?” He cradled her in his arms and pulled her to him so their bodies

were flush.

She shook her head. “Closer.”

One sinewy thigh slid between hers as he tightened his arms around her

waist. Her belly tightened with arousal at the feel of his hands, wet from the

shower, caressing her, at the feel of his body thick with muscles moving against her

much softer one.

“Is this all I did?”

Was this all she wanted from Rome? “Yes, but just for a little while.”

“And then?”

She grinned. Rome could not hide the eagerness in his tone. It was apparent

that he really did want to make her dream a reality. It suddenly occurred to her

that he wanted to know everything there was to know about her, just as she wanted

to know him inside and out.

She lifted her head and held his gaze. “You kissed me.” She paused and licked

her lips. “You kissed me as though I was the only woman you ever wanted to kiss.”

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Flames leaped in Rome"s gaze before the sooty fan of his ebony lashes lowered.

His head descended. Sela closed her eyes at the first feel of his mouth against hers.

She opened her mouth almost immediately for his tongue. It swept over her teeth,

teased the inside her mouth, and flicked the roof before tangling with hers. The kiss

deepened until she swore she he"d imprinted the taste of his mouth on her mind.

They kissed until her lungs burned with the need to take in air, until her body

demanded that she release him. Then and only then did she move out of his oral

embrace. Even though their lips were touching, Sela still felt the burn from his

warm lips as they moved across the corner of her mouth and down her jaw to settle

on her neck. She shivered in pleasure when he nipped the spot where her throat

met her shoulder.

The wet velvet texture of his tongue moving over her skin made her sheath

clench with renewed desire. As he licked and suckled her skin, a thousand flaming

tongues of passion licked at her womb, heightening the desire she felt. She moaned

his name and tilted her head back, giving him more skin to work with.

“What else, Sela?” Rome growled the works against the column of her throat,

and she felt the rumble of every word as his statement vibrated across her skin.

“Hmm.” It took her a moment to process things. The feel of his hands on her

skin felt so good, too good not to relish each and every caress. She licked her bottom

lip, tasted him on her lips, and spoke. “You teased me. You made me want it, but

you didn"t give it to me. At least not immediately.”

“Is that so?” Rome murmured and moved forward. The thigh parting her legs

slid a little deeper so that she was almost riding him, and his cock, hard and thick,

brushed against the folds of her sex. Her breath hitched at the touch. And then he

jerked his hips. Sela raked her nails down his back, clung to Rome"s larger harder

body, as she rocked her hips forward for his every up thrust. Soon the only sound

between them was the harsh breathing of two people deep in the throes of sexual

bliss.

“What else did I do to you, Sela?” His voice was husky, a testament to their

recent actions.

She closed her eyes and leaned her head against the tiled wall. “You touched

me.”

“Where? Here?” His fingertips danced along the column of her throat, teasing

the area from just beneath her chin to her collarbone. She shuddered and released,

“Yes,” in a breath.

“Was that all?”

“No,” she admitted, but she couldn"t remember much more of the fantasy.

Reality was taking over her mind, and she was finding it difficult to think about a

dream when Rome was right before her, touching her body and making it hum with

pleasure.

She opened her eyes and almost gasped at the heat she saw in Rome"s gaze.

Looking into his face she decided to stop focusing on her reverie and instead pay

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attention to what she wanted now. Feeling a little nervous about what she was

going to do, she lowered her gaze and cupped one aching breast. “You kissed my

breasts, made love to them,” she told him before lifting her head to look at him.

She didn"t catch his gaze. He was staring hard at her breasts, hunger etched

on his face. No one had ever looked at her like that. She felt like a banquet

presented for a starving warrior. Rome made her feel that desired.

Sela grabbed his hand. Fingers wrapped around his thick wrist, she couldn"t

ignore the heavy beat of his pulse as it beat against her hand.

She lifted his hand to her right breasts. “Touch me here. Kiss me.”

He did. He caressed the full globe, paying arousing attention to every inch of

the flesh. When he settled on her nipple, a moan tore from her throat. He plucked

her nipple, strumming the tip until it was long and hard, aching with the bliss his

touch brought.

She rolled her hips, biting her lip and releasing an occasional moan when he

turned to the nipple and began to give it the same attention. And then he took the

bud into the warm cavern of his mouth.

“Oh my.” Sela"s groan was low and deep, sounding foreign to her own ears.

“Here? Did I touch you here?” Rome"s question was whispered against her tit.

She shivered as his breath, warm and moist, caressed her skin. She started shaking

with pleasure when his hand, confident and determined, slid between her legs to

caress her pussy. Sela could feel her sheath, thick with moisture, begging for the

relief she knew she could find in Rome"s arms. He parted the lips of her sex and

caressed the inner flesh. Her teeth dug deeper into her bottom lip as she enjoyed the

feeling of his hands stroking her and waited for him to reach her clitoris.

Rome took his time reaching the bud. He had her panting with need and

irritated with his indirect approach by the time he fondled the nub.

“Is this all I did? All you want me to do?” he said after some time. Rome knew

this was no longer about the dream. That was fine with Sela as long as he gave her

what she needed.

She shook her head. “No. You made love to me.” She swept her tongue over her

bottom lip, tasting his lips, a mixture of cinnamon and need and lifted her head.

“Take me slow…at first. Then fast. Then I want it hard and fast.”

He stared down at her for a moment, opaque emotions in his eyes. Unable to

decipher what she saw there, Sela wondered if her latest request had gone too far.

Rome was a natural alpha and might not like being told what to do, especially an

act so intimate as sex.

“God, you are so hot,” he growled and grabbed the back of her head. Sela didn"t

get a chance to respond before his mouth was on hers. He devoured her lips in kiss

so rough and demanding Sela barely remembered her name.

Lord, can he kiss!

“Slow, huh?” Rome moved closer, closing the little space between them. He

moved his body against hers, sliding wet skin against wet skin. They had touched

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and caressed throughout the encounter, but this was different. There was a unique

nature this time. It was more than a glide of naked limbs moving against each

other. Relishing the feeling, Sela wrapped her arms around his waist and cupped

his ass, pulling him even closer.

Rome reached between them, grasped his cock, and pressed it against her

entrance. “Yes,” she whispered, urging him on.

He thrust deep into her sex with one thrust.

“Good Lord!”

“You feel so damned good, Cupcake. So good.”

The soft rumble of his words against her slick skin ignited a fire that burned

deep in her belly. She instinctively sought him out and fitted her leg to his hip,

leaving herself open so that the bulbous head of his cock nudged the moist lips of

her pussy.

Maybe this was what she was afraid of. This craving, swirling tornado of a

need to get closer to a man who was fully capable of leaving her with third degree

burns on her heart.

Her eyes connected with his. The desire swimming there in his green gaze was

enough to make her heart hitch in her throat. When she got her breath back, she

realized it was weak. She couldn"t seem to get a lungful of air. Rome withdrew until

only the tip was inside her. She tightened her muscles trying to keep him as near as

possible.

Rome grunted. She glanced up at him, a little thrown off by the sound. She

found herself staring into his eyes as he plunged back into her. It was the most

erotic thing she"d experienced yet. Neither said a word. Only the sound of their

heavy breathing broke up the otherwise silent atmosphere.

She stared into his eyes as he thrust into her over and over again as the

shower sprayed water over their slick bodies.

Then she was slowly coming apart, splintering into a million glittering pieces

as wave after wave of pleasure washing over her, leaving her clean and untouched.

She stared into Rome"s eyes as her body imploded. Watching him watch her take

her pleasure from his touch made her the experience more intense. It outstripped

her fantasy, taking their loving to a place she"d rarely thought about, a place she

never imagined she would experience.

Sela was a dreamer. She was always thinking of how things could be, would be

if her life had turned out differently. It wasn"t that she was particularly unhappy.

No, she simply was a dreamer by nature.

But she"d never allowed herself to fantasize about what she would do if Rome

was all hers. Every time her mind skittered to that region, she ruthlessly pushed it

back to reality. She always told herself that making the man hers was more than

enough.

She had girlfriends that were constantly wishing they could change some part

of their lover. With Rome she never thought like that. As far as she was concerned,

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all his imperfections made him perfect. Even in her fantasies she didn"t change him.

She only dreamed of the day when she would make Rome hers forever.

Now he was asking her to look past that point.

With a jolt, Sela realized that with her confession and Rome"s question, she

could no longer distance herself from the dreams buried within. She wanted and

needed to start asking for more.

She was physically exhausted from their lovemaking and emotionally satisfied

with their conversation, but she couldn"t stop thinking about what they talked

about. It quickly became apparent that she wasn"t the only one whose mind hadn"t

wavered far from their talk.

“Sela, tell me what you want. If you could have anything in the world, what

would it be?”

She closed her eyes at his words and took a deep, silent breath before opening

her eyes to look up at the ceiling. Her eyes traced the floral etched designed on the

plaster as she carefully considered her response. “You, Rome. I want you to love me.