He grimaced, considering it. “This week’s going to be a little crazy with the opening of the paintball course. Brenna’s already booked several groups, and I don’t know what my hours will be, so don’t get scared if I can’t call you right away, okay? I’ll text you and let you know what my schedule’s going to be like once I have it figured out.”
She smiled at him. “That’s fine.” Heck, she’d just swing by the ranch and hang out if nothing else. Just getting to watch him work would be a pleasure, and she could make up some excuse about photos and more action shots or something if Grant hassled her.
Rome glanced at the road and then back at her. “I guess I’d better get going. You should stay here so your brother doesn’t catch you.”
“At some point, he’s going to have to find out about us,” she said to him, and nipped at his fingers again. He had such sexy hands, she couldn’t resist.
“I know, but I don’t want anything to ruin my memories of this weekend,” he told her.
Her smile faltered. That struck her as an odd thing to say. “We could always tell him tomorrow?”
“We’ll talk about it,” he said, and caressed her cheek again, his gaze roaming her face as he continued to cup her cheek in the dark interior of the car. “Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?”
She felt her cheeks heat with pleasure, even though he couldn’t see her blush. “Repeatedly.”
“Then it can stand for one more time,” he murmured in a husky voice, leaning in. “Elise Markham, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, and I’m going to remember this weekend—and you—forever.”
Tears stung her eyes at the sweetness of his words. “I love you,” she whispered hoarsely. “I’m so glad I found you, Rome.”
He leaned in and kissed her mouth. “Me too, baby.” His hands tightened on her cheeks. “And I miss you already.”
She smiled at that. “I miss you already, too.”
Rome dragged her closer. “I need to taste you one more time before I let you go.” His hands wrapped around her waist and he pulled her closer to him. Her rented Impala had a bench seat for the front seat, and she slid right into his arms, her legs tangling with his.
His mouth possessed hers, hungry and erotic. She opened for him, her mouth seeking his tongue. She loved kissing Rome, loved how his tongue and lips made her lose all sense of reality; when she kissed him, there was nothing but Rome’s scent, Rome’s taste, Rome’s touch in her world, and she loved it. The kiss grew hungrier and more intense, Rome’s mouth pressing so fervently on hers that she could feel the bite of his lip ring against her own mouth. His ferocity was surprising in its intensity, given that they’d spent all weekend making love, but she welcomed it. Her thighs clenched in response and she pushed her br**sts against his chest, her ni**les rubbing against his shirt.
“Need more than this,” he told her roughly. His long-lashed eyes were already sleepy with desire. “Want to have all of you. Right now.”
His hand went to the waist of her jeans, and she gasped when he undid the top button and slipped his hand inside, burrowing under her panties. She moaned a moment later when his fingers found her cl*t and he began to rub.
“Want to see you come for me,” he murmured in her ear. “One last time for the weekend.”
Her thighs gripped his hand as he began to rub in slow, sweet, maddening circles around her clit. In moments, she was wet with need, and he slicked a finger back and forth from her core to her clit, spreading the moisture.
“That’s my sweet Elise,” he murmured, and his mouth claimed hers again as he continued to rub her. “So damned delicious.”
She moaned against his mouth, clinging to his neck as he kissed her and his fingers worked on her clit. Her h*ps began to jerk in response, and she rocked against his hand, encouraging the motion of his fingers. A soft whimper escaped her throat and he groaned.
“That’s right,” he told her. “God, that’s so good. I love seeing you come.” His mouth tore away from hers and she leaned her head on his shoulder, lost in sensation.
“Rome,” she moaned. “You’re going to make me . . .”
“Good,” he said possessively, and he nipped at her ear. “Want you to look me in the eyes when you come, baby.”
She whimpered again, caught off guard by his erotic fierceness, and opened her eyes. He was gazing down at her in the darkness, and she moaned anew as his fingers continued to stroke and pet her cl*t as he watched her face, drinking in her reactions to his touch.
“I’m . . . I’m going to . . .” she panted, then began to rock her h*ps fiercely against his hand, her own pressing down on his fingers. The friction suddenly became intense, and she gave a little scream that was just as quickly swallowed by his mouth as he kissed her again. She came with a familiar rush of wetness, soaking her jeans and his hand all over again.
He groaned as if in pain. “I love that so much.”
Her heart skipped a beat for a moment, but then she gave a soft whimper, clinging to him as he tugged his fingers free of her now-wet panties and jeans. As she watched, he raised them to his mouth and licked them slowly, erotically. “Love your taste, Elise.”
“And now my jeans are all damp,” she chided him. But she couldn’t be mad. How could she be mad when he’d just given her a quick, delicious orgasm?
“Sorry, baby,” he said with another quick kiss. There was a pleased look on his face that told her he wasn’t all that sorry. “Had to have you one more time before I let you go.”
“You can have me all you want,” she told him, dragging a finger along the curve of his ear. “You just tell me the place and time and I’ll be there.”
He smiled at her and nodded. “Of course.” Then he gave her another fierce, quick kiss and grimaced. “I’d better go before someone investigates why this car is parked on the side of the road.”
She quickly slid over to the driver’s side again, squeezing her thighs together and enjoying the delicious aftershocks still reverberating through her legs. She looked over at him, and for a moment, her heart stuttered.
He looked so sad, so utterly lost in the darkness.
It surprised her, but she felt the same way. She didn’t want to leave his side, and the thought of being separated again made her ache. Maybe she’d go to his cabin and surprise him.