I wake with a jolt, my eyes flying open as memories of what happened last night flood my brain.
Jackknifing up, I glance at the other side of the bed.
It’s empty.
For a confused moment, I sift through my memories, trying to decide if it was nothing more than an erotic dream or if Roman and I actually ended up in bed together.
An ache between my thighs flares to life as I shift against the sheets.
Definitely not a dream.
I exhale, disappointed yet unsurprised that Roman is no longer warming my bed.
Roman lost the battle against his attraction to me last night. His absence this morning indicates he’s still struggling with the idea of us.
Flopping back against the pillows, I rehash everything that occurred. How he took me in the kitchen (note to self: scrub counter with anti-bacterial cleanser), then carried me to the bedroom where we made love and fell asleep in each other’s arms.
I have no idea when Roman got out of bed or where he went, but he couldn’t have gone far. He wouldn’t leave me unprotected. He may be angry with himself for caving, but he would never put my life in danger.
Laying there, I rack my brain, but can’t figure out his rationale for not wanting to get involved. He’s been adamant about keeping me at arm’s length until now. He’s denied that my father factors into his decision. He also said he’s not involved with another woman.
And I believe him.
What other explanation could there be for his reluctance to move forward? No matter how many times I turn the question over in my brain, I can’t come up with an answer that makes sense.
I have a better sense of who Roman is after spending the last couple of weeks with him. The armor he cloaks himself with is showing tiny cracks and dents. He’s not as unaffected as he wants me to believe.
The unrelenting attraction I feel for him is inexplicable. I’ve tried severing our connection too many times to count, but the invisible thread binding us has only grown stronger.
I’m startled out of my thoughts by the rattling of pipes as the shower in the bathroom begins to run.
Throwing off the sheet and comforter, I pad toward the bathroom attached to the master bedroom. I tentatively push open the door, my eyes honing in on the man standing under the heavy spray of water in the glass-enclosed shower. The mirror over the marble-topped vanity is already fogging from the steam rising up from the hot water.
Since his back is turned to me, I lean against the doorway and watch as he pours shampoo into his palm. His biceps bulge and flex as he massages it into his hair. My mouth salivates as he ducks under the water. My gaze runs over his muscular back, narrow waist, and firm ass. The urge to run my tongue over and sink my teeth into his taut globes pounds through me. Moving on from his backside, I find well-defined thighs dusted with dark, crinkly hair.
Observing him is enough to dampen my panties.
If I were wearing any panties, that is.
The ache between my legs flares back to life.
His head snaps around, his hot gaze meeting mine as I open the door and step inside. The same kind of hunger that gnaws at my insides darkens his eyes. I slip my arms around him, loving the feel of his naked backside against my belly and breasts. My fingers glide over his ridged abdominals and descend to his erection. I wrap one hand around his thick girth and massage his balls with the other.
He tormented me with his touch last night. I want to return the favor this morning by making him crave me with the mindless intensity that has plagued me for years.
Using my teeth, I nip at his shoulder and leisurely stroke his cock.
He emits an animalistic growl. “If you’re looking to get fucked, princess, just keep that up. I’ll have you pressed against the wall of this shower in a matter of seconds.”
My core bursts into flames in response to his threat. I squeeze his balls, and he groans, his head tipping back until I’m able to stand on tiptoe and press a kiss to the corner of his mouth.
“That feels so damn good.”
I capture his upper lip with my teeth, tugging at it. Sparks of arousal flash in his eyes.
With my body brushing against his, I slide around until my breasts press against his chest and his cock digs into the soft flesh of my belly. He watches me through narrowed eyes full of interest as I sink to my knees.
Roman has a beautiful cock. It’s long and thick and feels like steel sheathed in velvet.
I lean forward and kiss the slit, tasting saltiness where beaded moisture has gathered. I keep my gaze fastened to Roman’s as his fingers thread through my wet hair.
I lick from the base of his shaft to the top of his mushroom-shaped head and settle my lips over the crown. I suck him down as far as possible and slide back to the tip, where I flatten my tongue over the most sensitive bit of flesh, rubbing continuously.
Roman groans. His hips flex as his fingers sink into my scalp, holding me firmly in place.
There’s something incredibly erotic about the way we stare at each other as I suck him into the warm haven of my mouth.
All of the muscles in his body tighten. He clenches his teeth, a muscle twitching in his jaw. Another groan rumbles up from his chest.
I focus my attention on giving him pleasure with the same determination he gave me last night. I want his release. I want to shred the last vestiges of his control. I want him to fall apart at my hands.
“Oh God, baby, that feels amazing. Your mouth,” he says hoarsely, “is like fucking nirvana.”
I feel the same way about his cock. I love the idea of giving him pleasure with not only my pussy but my mouth as well.
My hands slide around to cup his ass. I squeeze the toned flesh and drag him closer.
He releases my hair and tries to pull me up. “I need your pussy, princess.”
I want that as well.
But…
I want this more.
“No.” I suck him back into my mouth and shift a hand to the front to play with his balls, rolling them between my fingers until they tighten and draw up against his body.
He mutters an oath, the tendons in his neck stretching as his head kicks back.
I focus on him, noting every nuance of pleasure as it crosses his face. Hot water continues to cascade over us.
His body stiffens, and then Roman orgasms, shouting my name like a benediction. His brows draw together as his hips buck into me.
I swallow his warm seed as it streams into my mouth, sucking until there’s nothing left and he’s softened.
Releasing his cock, I kiss the soft tip and nuzzle the silken head. I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed giving a man a blow job more.
“Fuck, baby.” Roman hauls me off my knees and into his arms.
I smile as he takes fierce possession of my mouth, thrusting his tongue deep, and presses me against the shower wall as the two of us meld into one.