Page 17 of Untamed Heart
“God, you’re still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” Roe breathed into my ear before tugging the lobe between his teeth and giving it a gentle nip.
My body stiffened involuntarily at his honeyed words I didn’t want to hear. I wanted his cock, sure. His body. But I didn’t want sweetness. It pulled me back into my head, back to the past, when all I wanted was to forget it all for a while. I wanted rough and dirty. So hard I couldn’t possibly think about anything else other than the pleasure he was wrenching from me.
Wriggling out from beneath him, I managed to turn him onto his back and I kissed my way down his thickly-muscled body. I kept my eyes screwed closed so I didn’t have to see the tattoo of my name or the tattoo I knew from memory he’d inked into his ribs. The same tattoo I’d once had. I tried desperately not to think about those three short sentences that had once meant everything to me. Six words that had once been a balm to my soul, so important we’d both chosen to etch them into our skin permanently.
It’s you.
It’s me.
It’s us.
We used to chant those words to each other so often they felt as natural as breathing. I could still recall the conversation that started it all with perfect clarity.
“I love you,” I whispered to him through the darkness of the room, snuggling deeper into his chest as he held my naked body tightly against his. We’d just made love for the first time. I’d given him my virginity, knowing he was the only man I’d ever want to have it, and the words just poured out without thought.
My body stiffened at his silence, panic clenching like a tight fist inside my chest. I was about to take the words back when Roe finally spoke.
“Love doesn’t feel like a strong enough word for how I feel about you.”
I hadn’t thought it was possible to love him more than I already did, but in that moment, I felt myself fall even deeper. “Then what word does?”
His chest rose and fell on a deep breath as he thought that over. “I don’t know. A single word doesn’t seem like enough. I feel like you’re a part of me now. And I’m a part of you.”
That’s when it came to me.
“It’s you. It’s me. It’s us.”
He shifted then, rolling quickly and taking me to my back so those deep blue eyes could stare down into my soul. “That’s it, Honeybee. That’s exactly it.”
From that moment on, whenever we felt that heaviness that was even more intense than love, that was what we would say to each other.
It’s you.
It’s me
It’s us.
I shoved that memory into the box in the very back of my mind and shut off my brain from everything but what was happening in that moment.
As soon as I got to his cock, I fisted it at the base and swallowed it down as deep as I could go, ripping a string of curses from deep within Roe’s chest.
If my mouth hadn’t been so full, I would have smiled in victory. Monroe Clifton would never have that part of me. But this? Well, this I could handle just fine.
EIGHT
ROE
She was pushing me away.Creating a goddamn gulf between me and her.
Even as she sucked my cock down her throat like a pro, I felt the chasm she’d put between us spreading wider and wider, growing like a living, breathing thing. Andfuck, but it killed me.
I had to clamp my molars together against the sensation rushing through my body at her ministrations. My words came out as a hiss as I ordered, “Look at me, baby.”
Dakota kept right on going, ignoring my command before picking up the pace and increasing suction around my shaft on an upward draw. She kept her pale blue gaze down, refusing to give me what I wanted.
A growl wrenched from my throat as she reached the crown of my cock and flicked the underside with the tip of her tongue.Fuck, she was good at that. In the past, Dakota had been shy and uncertain about giving head. I’d been her first in more ways than one, after all. That very first time was branded into my brain. It had been sloppy and uncoordinated, but it was still the best fucking blowjob I’d gotten in my life. Because it was her.
The woman between my legs just then was anything but nervous. She was determined.
