She had no idea her body could make her feel as if she floated in the air with access to everything she'd ever wanted at her fingertips.
A moan escaped her. Her moan? She was moaning.
The pleasure made her giddy. She wanted to laugh and cry while jumping to her feet and doing circles with her arms spread wide.
But there was no way she was moving away from the intoxicating sensation. Never. My God. Romeo.
Romeo was good. Very. Very. Very good.
The feelings growing inside her were unfamiliar, yet she was aware of craving those feelings her whole life. They were every dream she'd ever dreamt.
Acceptance.
Loved.
Wanted.
Needed.
The euphoria of emotions that she'd only glimpsed from the outside was inside of her. They consumed her.
For an instant, everything was perfect.
She writhed on the mattress, riding the waves of happiness swimming through her. Neither rushing nor slowing, she held on to Romeo because she wanted to live in that moment as long as she could.
Romeo continued to pin the lower half of her body to the bed, making love—with his mouth. She fisted his hair, holding him between her legs. In the back of her mind, she believed he wasn't going anywhere.
Her breath caught in her lungs. Arching her lower back off the bed, she bit down on her lip, muffling her moan.
Romeo widened his mouth, sucking on more of her. The pressure on her clit pulsed, making her eyes close. She couldn't hold on much longer.
Her lower stomach spiraled tighter. There was no stopping.
Romeo controlled her pleasure.
He kept his strong arms wrapped around her upper thighs with his hands holding her legs apart. Her toes curled. His mouth sucked while he swiped his tongue over and over her clit.
The muscles along her ass and down the back of her legs seized. She pressed her head into the mattress and strained, fighting the pull. But her body had other ideas.
In a giant leap, she orgasmed. Her body bowed, clamping down on Romeo's head. He planted his hand on the flat of her stomach, pressing her down on the mattress. Her legs widened and closed with each pulse of pleasure going through her body.
Romeo's tongue never stopped, only slowed and eased back, bringing her down from the high gently, taking her by surprise.
Her lower back sank to the mattress, and she inhaled deeply, catching her breath. Aware of Romeo not getting any pleasure, she straightened her fingers and let go of his hair, smoothing it against his scalp.
Once she could lift her head off the bed, she'd give him relief. Maybe a blowjob in return or a full body massage before—
Romeo lifted his head, wiped his mouth on his bicep, took all the ideas she had, and threw them into thin air.
He'd stolen all her strength. She could only watch him as he grabbed the condom and ripped open the package.
The soft growl came as Romeo swept his gaze up and connected with her eyes. "You taste like candy, doll."
Her stomach fluttered. She doubted that, but his rough voice, coupled with the warmth in his eyes, made her happy.
She lowered her gaze, taking in the way he fisted the base of his cock, fully covered with the condom. The veins in his forearm bulged with the grip he used on himself. She licked her bottom lip and pressed her elbows into the mattress to sit up, and he moved atop her, planting her back on the bed.
Disappointment at not putting him in her mouth and giving him back what he'd given her was a fleeting thought because Romeo lowered his head and kissed her nipple while shifting his body between her legs.
He moved up, capturing her mouth with his. She could taste herself on him. The aroma of her arousal clung to his beard, mixing with the heady scent of his testosterone.
"Ready for me?" he whispered against her lips.
She lifted her legs, wrapping her calves around his hips, and answered him.
Romeo pressed his cock against her. Her wetness eased the way. Pressure as his size breached her opening filled her. Her head throbbed, waiting for the shock to become unbearable. But only pleasure filled her. Her heart raced, delighted at how he filled her completely, stretching her pussy.
She panted, running her hands down his sides. He was big and broad. She liked being underneath him, protected from the world.
He sank fully in her. She gasped, quickly recovering as he pulled halfway out of her before thrusting back inside. He rolled his pelvis, rubbing against her clit. All the sensitive nerves tingled, recovered from her earlier climax.
Romeo braced his hands on the bed, rocking and undulating his lower half like the ocean. In and out. In and out.
Warmth covered her skin. She gripped his hips, moving opposite of him until his cock threatened to slip out of her before she lifted her ass off the bed in search of him. Romeo slammed inside of her. She groaned, encouraging him on. The rougher he got, the harder she breathed.
Frantic to orgasm again, she dug her nails into his sides. His movements grew erratic. She held on as he fucked her.
He grunted.
She moaned.
He plunged.
She scratched.
Romeo rolled with her, putting her on top. She pressed against his chest and rode back and forth, grinding her clit against him.
He rolled her again, sliding his hand underneath her back and down to her ass, cupping her cheek. Barely moving his cock inside of her, he moved against her body. Timber's eyes pitched skyward, and she closed her lids and moaned.
Her orgasm came out of nowhere. She wrapped herself around him, shuddering hard.
He grunted, slamming her down onto the bed and holding himself still.
His heart thudded against her chest. Her legs fell away, and she inhaled deeply, trying to slow her pulse.
He kissed her on the temple before pulling out. She stifled the moan at losing him.
Curling onto her side, she watched him walk into the bathroom. It was hard to imagine having to face tomorrow when everything went back to normal.
Sex with Romeo could get addicting.
But that's all it was. Sex.
She sighed and rolled over, facing the wall. Reaching behind her, she grabbed the comforter and covered up.
The sex was fantastic.
Better than anything she'd experienced.
But she had no preconceived ideas about Romeo having sex with her again. Tomorrow, she'd purposely go back to how it was between them, landlord and tenant. It would make it easier on both of them.
Chapter Twenty One
Caleb pushed the plate of bacon across the table. Timber finished buttering a piece of toast, then took a piece of the meat and folded the bread over, making a half-a-sandwich.
"There's O.J. on the counter." Axel stabbed one of the fried eggs on his plate with a fork.
She finished chewing and swallowed. "I'm good. Thanks. I'll do breakfast tomorrow."
"Are you working today?" Caleb carried an empty plate to the sink.
She shook her head, backing away from the table. "Not until tomorrow afternoon.
"Where are you going this morning?" asked Axel.
"Out." She turned and headed toward the front door.
It wasn't a secret about how she planned to spend the day. She just preferred if Romeo had no knowledge of what she was doing.
The last thing she wanted him to assume was that she cared how he treated her. It was better if he forgot about last night.
That's what she was going to do. Having sex with him happened, and now it was done, never to be repeated.