She gave a small mew in her throat. “Anywhere. Everywhere.”
“Mmm.” He kissed her face with small, pressing, tiny kisses. “Can I kiss your neck?”
She made a soft noise of assent.
He coaxed her head back, exposing the slim column of her neck. “This looks delicious,” he told her, and pressed a kiss there.
She squirmed and laughed, surprising him.
He pulled back, a smile on his face. “What?”
“It just . . . made me think of vampires.”
Rome chuckled. “Well, I wasn’t thinking about the blood as much as I was thinking about all this lovely, smooth skin.” His thumb rubbed her pulse point. “And how I wanted to lick every inch of it. But . . . I guess I could pretend to be a sparkly vampire if that’s your thing—”
She giggled and punched him lightly in the arm. “Stop it. That’s not my ‘thing.’”
“What is your thing, Elise Markham?” he teased.
“I think . . . I like guys with tattoos,” she said softly, her hands moving over his shoulders and then gliding over his pectorals. “And piercings. Nose piercings, lip piercings, you name it.”
He groaned, his c**k throbbing in his boxers. “God damn, I would love nothing more than to toss you down on this bed right now and f**k the hell out of you.”
Her breathing became rapid with excitement, and her fingernails scratched at his chest. “Why don’t you?”
“Because,” he growled, dragging his arms around her waist and pulling her na**d body into his lap. “I’m going to make this amazing for you.”
“It’s already amazing,” she told him, her legs shifting on his lap in a way that made him ache all over again. “Just being here with you.”
His chest ached at her sweet words. “Hey, I thought I was the one supposed to be doing the romancing here.”
Elise gave him another sweet smile and leaned in to kiss him. She wasn’t acting terrified any longer; that was a relief.
He kissed her back, his tongue playfully coaxing hers. His hand stroked up and down her arm, and her breast brushed against his fingertips more than once. He itched to touch her br**sts, but he wasn’t sure how skittish it would make her. He decided he’d talk her through it, instead.
“You have the sexiest little br**sts, baby. Been dreaming about putting my mouth on those sweet ni**les and tonguing them until you cry out.”
She sucked in a breath, then draped her arms around his neck. “Touch me?”
“Love to,” he murmured, and his hand slid up her stomach to cup one breast. “Mm, gorgeous.”
She stiffened in his arms, her lips parting, but her gaze remained fixed on him.
He circled her breast with his fingers, hefting the weight in his grasp. “Small but full. My favorite kind of breast. And I love these beautiful pink ni**les.” His thumb brushed over one stiff peak, and he was rewarded with her soft intake of breath and subsequent moan. “You like it when I touch your br**sts, Elise?”
She said nothing, only bit her lip, but her back arched and she pressed her breast further into his hand.
“I think that’s a yes,” he murmured, and his thumb grazed over her nipple, over and over again. “They’re nice and stiff, these little ni**les. I think they’re just aching to be sucked on, aren’t they?”
She moaned aloud that time, her back arching again.
“Mm, that sounds like a definite yes to me.” He dragged her backward on the bed, noticing with satisfaction the bounce of her br**sts as she fell onto her back. His hand immediately went to cup one breast and he leaned over her, his mouth hovering above the other breast as he drew out her anticipation. “You ever had someone suck on your pretty ni**les before, Elise?”
“N-no,” she breathed. “Just you.”
“Then I’m the luckiest man alive,” he told her, and grazed his lips over the straining tip of one breast, his fingers carefully teasing and coaxing the tip of the other breast. He deliberately let his lip ring glide over her nipple, knowing she’d find that erotic, and was rewarded with another moan and a small flex of her h*ps in response.
He teased the tip with his tongue, circling and testing to see what she responded to. When he nipped at it with his lips, she gasped. When he flicked the underside of her nipple with his tongue, she moaned. When he teased it with his teeth, she nearly came off the bed.
“You like that?” he murmured, gazing up at her. His mouth continued to tease and play with her nipple as he waited for her response. His c**k ached in his boxers; the head throbbed and he felt hard as iron at her timid responses.
She nodded again, but he wasn’t satisfied with that. He wanted to hear the words coming from her own lips. “Tell me what you want me to do, Elise, and I’ll do it.”
Her mouth worked silently for a moment. He lifted his head, not touching her any longer, and she finally responded. “Put your mouth on me,” she breathed, and pushed his head back toward her br**sts.
“That’s my girl,” he murmured, and rewarded her with a delicious nip that made her shudder. His tongue flicked her sensitive ni**les over and over again, and she moaned and wriggled under him with each touch. It was like she was starting to forget where she was, and the more she forgot, the more vocal she became. He loved that. He wanted her to lose utter control. He wanted to see her go wild underneath him.
His lips coaxed one nipple and then he took it into his mouth and sucked, hard. She moaned again, her h*ps flexing, and he released it with a pop, then moved over to her other, giving it the same attention. She had such pretty br**sts, and thanks to his mouth, both peaks were upright, pointing and hard and cherry red. It was a gorgeous sight. “Look at how beautiful you are,” he murmured, teasing her ni**les with his fingers again. “Look at how flushed your ni**les are. I bet your pu**y’s flushed, too.”
She moaned at his words, her eyes closing. But her h*ps flexed again, indicating that she liked his words very much.
“Is it, Elise?” he asked, his voice low and soft. “If I touch you, am I going to find you wet for me? All juicy and pink and ready to be tasted?”
Elise whimpered at his words. “Please, Rome.”
“Please what, baby?” He brushed a hand down her soft thigh, then rested it on her knee. It was her call as to what she wanted him to do. He’d do whatever she liked, as long as she gave the signal it was what she wanted.