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  • Writer's pictureAyden K. Morgen

Desire Me is LIVE! +Sneak Peek (Pt. 2)

Roman is back...and this time he brought backup! Desire Me is officially live on Amazon! You can check out all the details below, plus read the rest of the first chapter! This post is NSFW!

Excerpt (Chapter One, Pt. 2)

In the middle of the night, a warm hand caresses my cheek, pulling me from sleep. Lips glide across my bare shoulder, placing soft kisses on my skin. Roman's familiar masculine scent—like heat, spice, and mint—surrounds me as he wraps his big body around mine. I instantly melt into his embrace, an intense sense of belonging stealing over me.

For the first time in two weeks, I feel peaceful, like I'm home again.

"Am I dreaming?" I mumble, not sure if I'm actually awake or not.

He chuckles, the sound vibrating in his chest. His breath fans tendrils of my hair. "You aren't dreaming." His lips slide up the side of my neck before he nips my earlobe. "I needed to feel you in my arms again."

"I missed you," I whisper, and then moan when he nips me again, grinding his erection against my ass. Heat flows through me in a warm current of desire. My nipples harden and goosebumps break out all across my skin. I'm not cold though. I'm suddenly burning up, my body aching for him.

One hand runs across my hip before he splays it over my belly. "How's our girl doing?"

"Good. She's been really active lately," I murmur. She's been moving around like a little acrobat in there. "She likes getting up early like her daddy." I'm not a morning person by any means, but she has me up before the sun most of the time. She starts kicking up a storm, making it impossible for me to sleep any later.

As if she senses her daddy close, she moves around and then her tiny foot bumps against my stomach. It's such an odd sensation, but it isn't painful. I love the way it feels.

I grab Roman's hand and move it slightly so he can feel her moving around. As soon as his hand settles over my stomach, she kicks again. He tightens his hold on my belly, his entire body going still.

"Fuck," he whispers after a moment, burying his face in my hair. "I love that."

My heart pulses at the emotion in his voice. Talia's mom never told him she was pregnant, so he never got the whole pregnancy experience with her. Now he feels like he's missing chunks of my pregnancy too. It's killing him. That's one of a thousand reasons I want to go back to Los Angeles with him.

I don't say that though. I don't want to fight with him about it right now. Instead, I snuggle close to him and just enjoy this moment with him while the baby does a little dance. He holds me tightly, tracking her movements with his hand on my belly.

"She's showing off for you," I murmur when she settles down a few minutes later. I glance at the clock to see it's barely after midnight. "She usually doesn't start kicking until around five. I guess she knows her daddy's home and wanted to say hi."

He presses another kiss to my shoulder and then turns me onto my back. The blanket slips down as he moves to hover over me, holding himself up with his fists planted on the bed at each side of my head. I lift one hand and place it against his cheek.

"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" he asks, turning his head to place his full lips against my palm.

"It's dark," I say with a smile. "You can't even see me."

"I always see you, Mila." He shifts around, hitching one of my legs up over his hip. His cock bumps against my clit, pulling a soft moan from my lips. Wetness trickles between my legs. "I haven't seen anyone but you since the day you walked into that dorm room and stole my heart."

"Roman," I whisper, feeling a little like I might cry again.

"I fucking hate being away from you."

"I don't like it much either."

"Talia called me."


He reaches over and hits the switch on the lamp, allowing light to flood into the room. I blink my eyes several times, trying to adjust to the sudden change. When I finally do, I glance up to find him staring at me. The intense look in those gorgeous blue eyes of his steals my breath.

He adjusts his position, slipping inside of me without ever taking his eyes off my face. I moan as he stretches and fills me. He's so big…it always takes a minute to adjust to his size. When I do, he still doesn't move. He just keeps staring at me with that look on his face. He always watches me like he sees more than most people do, but this is something different. It goes beyond simple desire to some level of need I don't even have a name for. It sears me to my soul though, settling into those insecure places my dad and Damien Wentworth left behind and obliterating them.

"I told you before that you'd never again wonder if you were wanted. If you were loved," he whispers then. "It killed me to know you thought for even a second that I didn't want you with me. You're the reason my heart beats, Mila. Every time I have to leave you, it rips my heart out of my chest."

"I know that," I whisper.

"Do you?"

I nod. "I'm just hormonal and lonely, Roman."

He shifts around, wrapping his arms around me and lifting me easily. I wrap mine around his neck and my legs around his waist as he flips us over so I'm straddling him. Despite the fact that I've gained fifteen pounds over the course of my pregnancy, he holds me easily. Once I'm where he wants me, he lifts me off his cock before slowly sliding me back down.

I moan softly, my head lolling on my shoulders as he makes love to me slowly, gently. His lips never leave my skin, instead lingering on the scar on my shoulder before questing on. He lifts me up and slides me back down on him, taking me like we have all night. When I whimper and beg for him to go harder, he shakes his head, denying me.

"Like this," he demands, pulling my nipple into his mouth.

Another moan breaks from my lips and I dig my fingernails into his shoulders. He lifts me up and down his cock, not even breaking a sweat. His lips trail across my collarbones and breasts as he makes love to me, leaving behind a trail of fresh marks. We don't speak again until I'm right on the edge, pleading with him to go harder.

"I'm setting the pace, Mila," he says, shifting positions so his cock glides across my g-spot every time he drops me back down onto him. He catches his bottom lip between his teeth, his gaze locked on my face.

He doesn't go harder, but pleasure dances through me in spirals until I'm moaning and panting. Sweat breaks out all across my sensitive skin as the coil in my stomach tightens, pulling me closer and closer to the edge. I'm so damn close, but I can't seem to go over.

"Please," I whimper. "Please, Roman."

"What do you want, baby?" he asks, his hands tightening on my hips. He lifts me up and then slams me back down on him once and then again and again. Our bodies slap together in a clap of sound each time we come together. "This?"


"Fuck," he grunts and does it again, grinding against my clit. "You know I can't ever tell you no." His fingers dig into the flesh of my ass, spreading my cheeks apart as he grips me harder. "Come on my cock, Mila. I need it."

One of his fingers presses against the tight ring of my ass. He doesn't try to push it into me, but the sensation is enough to send me careening over the edge. I cry out his name and come hard, my inner walls clamping down on him. My orgasm rushes through me in a flood, unraveling me from the inside out.

Roman fucks me through it, drawing out every last ounce of pleasure before he slams me down onto him and holds me there. His head kicks back, a loud growl ripping from his lips as he follows me over.

I moan, brushing his wild hair back from his face as he spills into me. He's so fucking sexy when he's coming. His cheeks flush and his eyes darken to this gorgeous sapphire blue. Just watching him sends another wave of pleasure through me before I collapse on top of him, my head coming to rest against his shoulder.

I nuzzle my face into his throat, breathing him in. He wraps his arms around me. We stay like that for a long time, just holding one another as we slowly float back down to Earth together.

Eventually, he shifts around until we're lying down again. He has to roll us onto our sides since I can't comfortably sprawl across his chest with my belly now. Somehow, he manages to do it without separating from me. Once he has the blankets up over us, he cuddles me close, raining kisses all across my face.

"I don't simply want you, Mila," he whispers against my skin. "I need you in my life."

"I know that," I whisper back. "I'm just struggling with being apart so much. It's messing with my head."

"You should have told me."

"I'm sorry."

He presses his lips to my forehead. "Don't be sorry. Just talk to me, sweetheart. I can't fix things if you don't tell me what's going on in that head of yours."

"I know why you don't want me in Los Angeles," I say after a minute, choosing my words carefully. "But I've spent most of my life being ignored and set aside. I guess I feel a little like that's what's happening here."

After my mom died, my dad made it clear he didn't want me. I was still just a kid, but I had to fend for myself. When I was sick, I had to take care of myself. When I wanted to eat, I had to do the grocery shopping. There were times when he wouldn't even come home for days at a time. I was completely alone and I hated it. Roman is nothing like my father, and I know this separation has been as hard for him as it is for me, but that doesn't make being alone any easier to deal with. It doesn't make me feel any less vulnerable.

"Rationally, I know that isn't the case, but when you're in Los Angeles all the time, and I'm here alone…it feels like I'm right back there again, having to do everything by myself."

"Fuck," Roman whispers, his body tensing.

"I just want us to be together, Roman. Whether it's here or there, I don't care. I just want to be a family."

He exhales a shuddering breath, his arms tightening around me, but he doesn't say anything.

I press on, determined to get it all out there. "I hate that you're missing so much of this pregnancy. When she moves, I want to share it with you, but I can't because you're not here." I brush my hand through his hair and then snuggle deeper into his chest, pressing my ear to his heart. "You didn't get to experience any of this with Talia because of her mom. I don't want you to regret missing things with our daughter too."

"I hate that I'm missing shit," he confesses, his voice a soft rumble. "It fucking kills me that Evan is the one who has to run out and get whatever you're craving because I'm not here to do it."

I press a kiss to his chest, trying to soothe him.

"I'm fucking terrified that I'll take you back to Los Angeles and something will happen to you or the baby." He expels another heavy breath. "Remi was in our house for days. He kidnapped Lillian right out from underneath our noses. He knows everything about the security features and how to bypass them."

"He has no reason to come after me," I remind him. "Jose Guerrero is dead. Elijah Noel is dead. El Demonio is on the run. The drugs are gone. There's nothing left for him in Los Angeles. Give me a bodyguard and refuse to let me leave the house if that will make you feel better about it," I whisper, trying to compromise so we both get what we need. "I'll do whatever I have to do to make you feel better about taking me home, but I don't want to be here without you anymore. The baby will be here soon. I want time with you before she gets here."

Roman's silent for a long moment, but I can tell he's thinking over what I said. I snuggle deeper into his side and lie quietly, waiting for him to decide. My eyes flutter closed, sleep creeping up on me. I'm right on the edge when he presses his lips to my forehead again.

"We'll leave in the morning," he whispers against my skin.

About Desire Me

Roman Gregory and Mila Lawson thought the clouds hanging over their heads had vanished with the death of Jose Guerrero four months ago, but after Tristan Riley blew into town to take on el Demonio, their world imploded all over again.

With Mila pregnant and the gang war slowly fizzling, all Roman wants to do is focus on the future...but he can't do that when a man he worked beside for years betrayed him and their team in a major way. Now all Roman wants to do is find Remi Pledger and end the threat from Pedro Francisco once and for all.

Being back in Los Angeles after so long is exactly like coming home for Mila...except Roman is stressed out and ready to snap. All Mila wants to do is get on with the future they planned, but it's hard to do that when Roman's being pulled in a thousand different directions.

To ease his mind and soothe the pain of betrayal, she'll do whatever it takes. Even if she has to take on Remi Pledger by herself.

About the Series:

Two weeks. No strings. No commitments.

Those are the terms Mila Lawson offers Roman Gregory when they find themselves living together in Santa Cruz.

With a violent gang gunning for him and a cartel threatening to go to war, the last thing the ATF agent should be thinking about is claiming his daughter's twenty-two-year-old best friend. But after four long years of lusting after the gorgeous little blonde from afar, once Roman has her, he's not willing to give her up. 

She may be off-limits, but something about Mila drives him wild. There's nothing sweet about the things he wants to do to her, and nothing gentle about the way he takes her. She makes him crave a future he never envisioned for himself…one so much better than he ever dreamed was possible.

To keep her, he'll be forced to face the daughter he adores. To save her, he'll break every rule in the book.

Nothing will stand in his way. Not his daughter. Not the gang hunting him. Not even the law itself.

Desire Me takes place after events in Rapture (The Teplo Trilogy #3). While you can read this book without having read that one, reading Rapture first is recommended.

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