In the bedroom, he tossed me on the king-sized bed. His hot gaze was on me. He made a low masculine sound and pulled my top over my head. A second later my bra was gone, as was my skirt. So much for my sexiest lingerie. He’d barely looked at it. I was naked while he was still fully clothed. I bit my lip. So hot.

He shook his head. “Again.”

I blinked. “What?”

“I want to watch you come again.” He shoved my legs apart, and before I could prepare, his mouth was back between my legs.

I cried out, my hands clenched on his head, holding him in place. God, the man was good with his mouth.

He was his usual relentless, driven self as he wrung another orgasm from me. My voice was hoarse by the time he was done.

Soon, I was a limp, well-pleasured mess as I lay on the bed, my chest heaving. Little aftershocks of pleasure shivered through me.

Ro stood and started unbuttoning his shirt. “Still not done.”

“Good.” I looked my fill at his muscled chest and abs, then down to the erection straining the front of his pants. “Because I haven’t even gotten started yet.”

20. Ro

Chapter 20

Ro

I flung my shirt away.

Damn. The way Tessa watched me made me even harder, and I was as hard as a rock. Listening to her come, touching her sweet body, had me on edge.

I’d never needed to fuck as badly as I did now.

It wasn’t just her curves, her smooth pearlescent skin, or the tangle of her dark hair. It was her. Her smarts, her thoughtfulness, her fierceness in protecting what she cared about. Her damn smile. The way she’d dived at me to protect me in the great room.

Need clamped me hard. I opened my suit pants and her gaze locked on my hands as I shoved them and my boxers down. My cock sprang free.

Her lips parted, her chest rising and falling. There was no artful posing, no performing to gain my attention.

Just Tessa. Hungry for me.

I had to have her. I had to be inside her. Now.

I reached out and flipped her over onto her stomach. I loved hearing her gasp and the sight of her sweet ass. I knelt behind her and ran a hand up her silky back, then tangled my fingers in her dark hair.

“Look up.”

She lifted her head and saw the full-length mirror I’d shifted from the dressing room. It was in perfect position against the wall and showed our reflection.

I knew what she saw. My bigger body behind hers, my skin shades darker than her pale skin, both of us naked and needy. I gripped her hips and pulled her up on all fours.