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  “Do you want me to go?”

  I opened my eyes and looked at her. God, she was so pretty. The worried look on her face ate at me and I felt like a bastard for putting it there. “Do you want to go?”

  It took her a second to answer, but she finally shook her head slowly. “No.”

  “Good, because I really don’t want you to.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Kennedy

  I’d never actually seen a fistfight up close and personal, and one had certainly never been about me. But as I stared at Roman, knowing he’d gotten in that fight because of me, to protect my honor, I couldn’t help the tightening in my belly or the tingling in my limbs.

  After everyone had been kicked out, I’d told Isaac that I wanted to stay and make sure Roman was okay, that I’d find my own way home.

  I felt lightheaded over that fact, and if at all possible, I fell even more in love with him.

  And as he stood there and stared at me, this haziness washing over me, his body reacting to the situation, I knew he wanted me just as much as I did him.

  His body was tight, hard.

  His pupils were dilated.

  His head was downcast as he stared at me.

  And I swore I heard this low sound leave him.

  I knew there was something extremely potent about Roman. There was something dangerously electric about how I felt toward him. And I knew in this moment that he felt it too, that he was just as immersed in his feelings for me as I was for him.

  All these years we’d kept our distance. I regretted that. But we had a chance and I wasn’t going to let that slip through my fingers again.

  He moved a step closer to me. I felt high because of Roman, intoxicated by the sight and smell of him, the fact he was all male and I was very feminine.

  And no amount of alcohol could match the intoxicating feeling moving through me. I wanted him, wanted to have every part of him covering me, and I didn’t care that he was family, in a taboo sort of way. The fact that he was my step-cousin didn’t make me put a stop to this.

  The heart wants what the heart wants.

  And mine needed Roman.

  Could he see how much I wanted him? Because I swore I could see how much he wanted me.

  “Kennedy, God, look at you,” he said with a husky voice, his eyes a little glossy, the fact we’d both been drinking not lost on me. “You look so fucking good.”

  I felt this tingle move through me at his words.

  It was so late, his house trashed from the party, empty as he’d kicked everyone out. It was just us.

  I felt this haze wash over me, felt the alcohol pump through my veins as I stared into his dark eyes. “Roman, what are we doing?” I found myself asking, whispering. Was I finding this all so easy to accept, to go through with, because I’d been drinking? Although I wasn’t drunk, I definitely had a nice buzz going on, one that had my inhibitions lowered.

  One that let me feel free and unashamed or embarrassed by how I felt for Roman. Although I knew I shouldn’t care what anyone thought, the fact that being with him could have people upset, have others whispering, talking about us given the fact he was “technically” family, did scare me.

  I couldn’t lie and say it didn’t.

  But looking at him, seeing the way he stared at me, watched me, made me think who the hell cared about anyone else.

  He hadn’t answered me yet, but the way he stared at me told me that he knew what he wanted to say, but was keeping it to himself at the moment.

  A moment of silence passed between us, and then Roman was moving closer to me. I reached out and gripped the back of the couch to brace myself. He stopped when he was a foot away. He just watched me, not saying anything, but the desire on his face was so clear, so powerful, I felt it down to my very bones.

  Did he feel the electricity moving between us, consuming us, making everything else fade away?

  “What do you want us to be doing?” His voice was so deep, his focus on my mouth. I forced myself not to lick my lips.

  I held my breath, not knowing what in the hell to say to that. I mean, I knew what I wanted to say, what I wanted us to do, but actually admitting it out loud? I’d never been so bold in my life. Then again, I’d never gotten drunk before, or buzzed at least. Tonight was full of all new things for me.

  Everything.

  Anything.

  I didn’t answer because I was too embarrassed by where my thoughts were going. It was hot in here, electrically charged, and I wanted it to go as far as it could.

  “Tell me,” he said with this deep, gravelly voice. I swallowed, my body feeling as though he were touching me everywhere simultaneously.

  “You know,” I finally found my voice to say. God, why was it so hot in here?

  He didn’t move or speak, and I wondered if I should say something else.

  “Do I?”

  I licked my lips and nodded, although I was totally playing it by ear here. The way he looked at me now, what he’d said to me, told me he desired me. But sex was very different than wanting more with someone, right?

  Maybe that’s all he wanted?

  And I cared about him, loved him so much, that I wanted Roman any way I could have him.

  He had yet to speak, but he lifted his hand and ran a finger along my collarbone.

  A shiver took control of my entire body at that small touch.

  “Why don’t you tell me, Kennedy?”

  “Tell you what?” I felt my pulse race, my blood moving faster and harder through my veins.

  “Tell me what you want us to be doing.” His eyes were half-lidded, his short dark hair a little on the messy side. He looked good, so good.

  I couldn’t say the words out loud. I felt myself blush even thinking about them when I was alone.

  “Look at that,” he said in a low voice.

  “What?” God, my voice was barely a breathy whisper.

  “Look at how pink your cheeks just got.” He took a step toward me. “I bet I can guess what’s going though that beautiful head of yours.”

  He was so close to me now, his body heat slamming into me, causing beads of sweat to break out over my body. I felt dizzy from my arousal, from the magnetism moving between us right now.

  “If your thoughts are making you blush like that, I bet they’re dirty, aren’t they, Kennedy?” He said my name on a groan and I sucked in a breath. He dipped his gaze to my lips and they seemed to part on their own.

  “What is it you want, Roman?” My voice was so soft, almost inaudible.

  He looked shocked at first, but then his expression sobered. “How can you not see what I want?” His voice, so deep, so husky, had every part of me tightening. He pulled back an inch and looked me in the eyes. “All I want—all I’ve ever wanted—is you. Only you.”

  I swore the temperature went up ten degrees. He watched me like a predator about to pounce on his prey, his words so real, so raw, that I felt them down to my very marrow.

  “Roman,” I said with a hitch in my voice.

  And then before I could say anything, he grabbed the back of my head, tangled his hands in my hair, and slammed his mouth on mine. I was taken aback by the brutality of his kiss.

  And I wanted more.

  “Touch me. God, touch me, Kennedy,” he murmured against my mouth then went back to kissing me.

  I had my hands on his biceps, my nails digging into his body as I held on to him. He moved his hands from behind my head to cup both sides of my face, keeping me still to take his kiss.

  And God, did I take his kiss.

  Roman walked us backward until the wall stopped our movements. He tipped his head to the side, slanted his mouth more firmly against mine, and kissed me until I felt like I was melting right into his body.

  He groaned deeply, his breath mingling with mine, our body heat combining, bouncing between the two of us.

  “I’ve thought about this moment so many times over the past two years,” he murmured against my mouth.
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  I gasped, his words so potent that it was as if he poured gasoline on an open fire, the flames rising up to touch the very sky.

  I was that sky, with the stars my cells, all of them bursting into a thousand tiny particles.

  He trailed his lips along my jawline, kissing, licking, causing me to rest my head back on the wall and close my eyes. To just absorb all of this.

  “I want you to be mine. I want everyone to know that there’s nothing that can come between us.”

  His words reflected how I felt, but in the back of my mind I thought about what our family would say, how they’d see this as wrong. “But what about everyone? Our family, what they’ll say?”

  He shook his head. “Nothing and no one matters. You hear me?” He looked me in the eyes, his voice hard, deep, as if he wanted me to believe what he said.

  And I did.

  Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe I was just so far gone for this man that I didn’t care about the repercussions. Either way, I found myself whispering, “I want you.” Before I knew it, Roman had his mouth on mine.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Roman

  It was like this beast had been let free inside of me. I wanted to go slow, to take my time. I wanted to give Kennedy everything she deserved. Yet here I was kissing her, taking her mouth like I was a starved man and she was the last meal I’d ever get.

  Kennedy had her hands gripping my biceps, her nails digging into my flesh. That sting of pain spurred me on and I growled low, kissed her harder. I needed her now, in my bed, surrounded by my things, by my scent. It was like this primal, animalistic feeling inside of me came forth, demanding I take her, make her know that there was nothing stopping us.

  But I pulled away, forced myself to stop, to suck in a lungful of air. She’d said she wanted this, but I needed to make sure. “Tell me this is real, Kennedy. Tell me you really do want this.” I cupped her cheek and stroked my thumb along her soft skin, my mouth tingling, my heart racing. I stared in her eyes, waiting for her answer, needing it like I needed to breathe.

  “I’ve wanted this since the moment I first saw you, Roman.”

  I groaned and leaned in to rest my forehead against hers, closing my eyes and just letting her words sink in. “God, me too. Me too, Kennedy.” I tipped my head to the side and kissed her again, forced myself to go slower, to savor the feel and flavor of her.

  She was sweet, so damn sweet I would no doubt get a sugar rush from her lips.

  Our mouths were pressed together, our breathing harsh. I couldn’t stop the need coursing through me. I kissed her hard, feverishly, and it was like an animal had been unleashed inside of me. I had my dick pressed against her belly, and ground myself against her over and over again. She moaned against my mouth, the sound an auditory orgasm on its own.

  “I am so fucking hard for you, Kennedy. So hard that it’s like a steel pipe between my legs.”

  “Oh. God,” she whispered.

  “You want this, don’t you, baby?”

  She nodded and I couldn’t hold back the primal sound that left me.

  I placed my hand between our bodies and started undoing my pants. I forced myself to take a step back, continuing to go for my button and zipper, then shoving the denim down my thighs and kicking it off.

  “Kennedy.” I said her name harshly, and as if she read my mind, she started getting undressed.

  And then we were both naked, my gaze zeroed in on the curves of her body, the way her skin looked so soft, the sweet smell that invaded my senses. She was perfect in every sense of the word.

  She was mine.

  Her breathing was erratic, her chest rising and falling, her breasts making my mouth water.

  I had my mouth back on hers, my tongue speared between her lips. God, she tasted so fucking good.

  She groaned when I sucked her tongue inside of my mouth. My cock was so hard, pressing against her belly. I needed to be inside of her. I needed to feel how hot and wet she was. I needed to hear her moan my name as I thrust deeply into her tight little body.

  “Roman,” she moaned against my mouth.

  I had one hand on the nape of her neck, the other moving lower until I had it between her thighs. She was so wet for me. “God, soaking wet for me, baby,” I said against her mouth, and then added pressure and kissed her. I pressed my fingers more firmly against her pussy until she rose on her toes and breathed out roughly against my mouth.

  “Touch me, Kennedy. Fuck, I need you to touch me.”

  “Roman,” she whispered. “I don’t know what I’m doing here.”

  I rested my forehead against hers and closed my eyes. “You know what you’re doing. You’re perfect. Perfect,” I said again and pulled back, opened my eyes, and looked at her. I took her hand in mine, led it between our bodies, and placed it right over my cock. A deep groan left me at that touch, my balls drawn up tight, the very knowledge she was finally touching me almost enough to have me coming right here and now.

  “Touch my cock, stroke it, baby.” I had my mouth by her ear, my hands now on her bare ass. But I was an impatient bastard, and before she could do what I said, I grabbed her wrist with my other hand, pulling her closer to me.

  “God, you’re so big,” she breathed out, and those words were like a hot poker right through the center of me.

  “It’s all for you,” I said at the base of her throat.

  She wrapped her hand around my cock, starting to stroke me as I licked and sucked at her neck, and I knew I could have gotten off from this alone.

  “That’s it, Kennedy. Fuck, that is it.” I closed my eyes and felt my entire body tense in reaction. “Add some more pressure, Kennedy.” I groaned against her neck and moved my other hand on her ass as well, now both of them cupping those perfect mounds. I gripped the cheeks hard enough that I knew there would be marks in the morning. My mouth was back on hers to swallow the surprised sound that came from her when I squeezed the mounds especially hard.

  A startled sound left her.

  “I want you so fucking bad,” I said against her mouth, grinding myself against her hand, thrusting my hips back and forth, fucking myself against her.

  “God, Roman. It feels so good.”

  I started thrusting against her palm, fucking myself in her grasp, unable to stop myself. I knew pre-cum was coating her fingers. My desire was too far gone to even pretend like I had any control.

  “I need to be with you, Roman. I’ve waited long enough. Please.”

  “You want this?” I thrust against her even harder and her mouth parted slightly. Her eyes were wide as she nodded.

  I continued to lazily thrust against her, the sounds of my pleasure even more pronounced, louder, more feral. I let go of her ass with one hand and slammed my palm on the wall beside her head, needing to stabilize myself.

  “How bad do you want this?”

  “Bad,” she said instantly.

  And then I was reaching between our bodies, pushing her hand away and taking hold of my dick. She wrapped her arms around my neck, holding on to me as if she needed to steady herself for what was about to come. I stared at her face, looked right in her eyes, and all other things in my mind left me except for this one moment.

  I took her leg in my hand, curled my fingers under the back of her knee, and lifted her thigh up so she could brace her calf around my waist. Then I rubbed the tip of my cock against her slit. “You’re so fucking wet for me.” I rubbed my cock along her cleft, up and down, brushing her clit with every upstroke. “You’re so soaked for me, Kennedy, so primed.” We held each other’s stares for several long seconds, and then we crashed our mouths together in a tangle of lips and teeth. She pulled my hair, and I couldn’t help but grunt in approval.

  Images of us together, skin wet with sweat, muscles stretched and taut from straining, filled my head. Kennedy rubbed herself on me, and I knew I would come before this even started if she kept that up.

  I needed inside of her.

  I needed to claim her.r />
  “Please, Roman, please be with me.” She stared into my eyes. “Be my first.”

  I growled low. “I’ll be your only.”

  She shifted slightly, moved her leg so she was spread open for me, and the tip of my cock became lodged in the opening of her body. This high filled me, making all common sense and reality fade. Nothing else mattered except right now.

  My entire body was strung so tight. And then I slid in an inch, stretching her so damn good. God, she was wet. Tight. Hot. I bared my teeth and closed my eyes.

  “God, you’re so damn big.”

  I rested my forehead against hers, and we panted against each other’s mouths. I slid in another inch, and another. “Your pussy is so damn juicy for me.” And then I buried myself to the hilt inside of her. For a second I didn’t move, just let her get accustomed to the feel of me. After a second I couldn’t hold off any longer. I started moving in and out of her, faster and harder. “Christ, you feel so good,” I said in a gruff, hoarse whisper, and pumped into her again and again.

  I looked into her eyes as I really started fucking. Sweat covered our skin, beads of perspiration dotting my forehead.

  It felt like I was so deep inside of her, touching every inch of her. God, it was good, so good. I curled my arm around her waist, and she wrapped her legs around my hips tighter, holding on to me as I took her. The sounds of our flesh slapping together, of her wet skin moving along mine in a very filthy, erotic way, had my pleasure mounting. The sounds that came from her were soft, clipped, and had me nearly exploding right then and there.

  “Fuck.” I ground the word out and closed my eyes for a second before I opened them again. I slammed into her especially hard, groaning at the feeling, watching as her head slammed back against the wall. When I pulled almost all the way out, and then slowly pushed back into her, I was a little gentler, but fuck was that hard.

  I went back to kissing her, fucking her mouth until I felt like my lips would bleed from the passion that came from the act.