I felt the loss of her wet, warm body as my hand fell away from her panties. She lifted her eyes to mine, seeking answers.

“I need to taste you,” I said, my fingers curling around the hamburger hemline.

Her head lifted, hesitation in her eyes. “I’ve never… I mean—”

Understanding hit me like a ton of bricks, and I hated that douche of a man even more. Well, maybe not. It was one less place he’d touched her.

“Do you trust me?” I asked.

Her bewitching brown eyes peered into mine.

“Yes.”

“Then lie back,” I instructed, seeing her head fall back onto the mattress.

Just like the jeans, I slowly removed her panties, watching the tiny hamburgers dance their way down her legs until they fell to the floor with the rest of her clothing. I couldn’t help but take a moment to enjoy my new view.

“God, you’re beautiful,” I breathed out.

I placed tender kisses on the inside of each of her thighs. Her legs trembled as I worked my way up, closer and closer to her core.

Anticipation mixed with her nerves, I was sure. But, soon, all that would be replaced with need.

Pure, raw need that I would give to her.

Over and over again.

I took my time, grazing my lips over the delicate skin until the tip of my nose flicked the tiny pink bud of her sex. I felt her tense, as if waiting for me to change my mind.

As if that were possible.

If anything, the smell of her, the nearness of her body, only drove me further. My arms wrapped firmly around her thighs, spreading her wide, and in an effort to calm her, I leaned down and took what I wanted.

Hungrily.

I feasted rather than nibbled. I devoured rather than showing restraint. I wanted her to know what it felt like to be me. To be so completely spellbound by another that you couldn’t possibly hold back for another moment. Because that was what she did to me.

She tore me apart, in the best possible way.

Her legs squeezed around my head like a vise.

“Oh God, Roman!” she cried out.

I couldn’t help the grin spreading across my face as she neared her orgasm.

I was a fucking king now.

“Come on, Cara, scream for me,” I encouraged her.

Her body tightened around my tongue as she quivered and quaked, screaming out my name once again.

And it sounded like absolute fucking magic.

Chapter Eighteen

There were a lot of assumptions about small towns.

We were all inbred. We had the IQs of turnips and didn’t know how to work a cell phone. The Bible was the only book we’d ever read, and good girls, like me, waited until marriage.

It was all crap.