Cousins In Love: An Alpha Bad Boy Romance (Book 3) by Lisa Lang Blakeney

aggressive, and I can see a fire quickly build in his eyes by this uncharacteristic action on my part.
    "I love you, Masterson," I say, but the words are dripping in guilt.
    "You better," he growls.
    His hand reaches around me and he pulls half of the blanket over us so that no one can see as his hand snakes under my sweatshirt and wraps around one of my breasts. My eyes immediately close from the exquisite pressure of his fingers rolling my nipple through the cup of my bra.
    "Look at me," he orders. "You're under the blanket, baby. No one can see you. So I want you to slide your hand inside your panties, and let's do a quick check."
    I know what that means. I've done Roman's checks plenty of times before. I do as I'm told as he continues to roll and pinch my nipples with varied pressure. I pull out my fingers and slide them into his mouth.
    "Mmm," he says. "Tastes just like heaven. You've passed your inspection, Miss Hill. I think you're ready for a test drive. Let's get you home and fuck you properly."
    I'm aching for him now.  
    My core dripping.  
    My breathing heavy.  
    Roman's a big tease, but then again he always delivers on everything he says. I just have to wait a little longer for it than I would like.
    "Yes, sir," I respond. "Let's go home, so you can fuck me properly."
    He raises his eyebrow at my use of the F word in mock appreciation.
    "Good girl." He grins from ear to ear. "You're definitely learning. Come on, Mr. Tibbs. Let's take our girl home. There's something I need to shove inside of her dirty mouth as soon as we get there."

CHAPTER ELEVEN
    ELIZABETH

    I've taken refuge behind a tall, cinder block pillar at the Penn-Washington train station in an effort to avoid the high winds picking up outside. The meteorologist predicted an incoming storm when I checked the weather during the morning news, but I ignored her warnings. It was more important for me to wear this outfit. Blush tank top, black jeggings, over the knee black suede boots, and my favorite cinched waist, blush colored, jacket.  
    This certainly is not the most sensible fall outfit for a cold, blustery day like today, and I definitely don't have on the warmest coat I own, but I'd definitely rank the entire outfit high on the that outfit looks damn good on you scale. And right now, that's all that's important as I eagerly wait for the four thirty train to take me from my hometown, back to my place in downtown Philly.  
    I'm cold, but I look damn cute. So cute that I'm not even bothered that my train is running twenty minutes late. So cute that I don't even care that there is a homeless man, periodically talking to himself, to me, and also to a third person who definitely isn't visible to the human eye.  
    After two weeks of torture (I mean visiting) my parents, I'm finally going back home to my amazing apartment, my life in the city, and most of all to my boyfriend Roman. I missed him terribly.  
    My visit home was only supposed to last one week, but due to circumstances beyond my control, it turned out to be a little over two weeks, and let's just say that Roman was not very happy about it. Luckily for the both of us, I have a thick skin, and I let a lot of his acidic comments slide right off of my back. Let's face it, if I were the super sensitive type, we'd have broken up a long time ago.  
    I decided after the uncomfortable phone call between my father and I the last time I was at Java, that I would make my parents happy by paying them a visit. Especially since I decided that I wasn't going to be able to make it back during the holidays. If Roman wasn't invited for Thanksgiving or Christmas dinner, then neither was I.
    While Roman wasn't exactly jumping for joy about my last minute visit home, he wasn't mad either. He knows that I am my parents' only child, and that I want to make things right between us, even if they're acting like stubborn jackasses right now. So even though we both knew that we were going to miss each other like