Chills swirled down my spine as he bent to whisper in my ear.
“Just because I’m not firing Seth doesn’t mean he’s not an asshole. He deserves whatever fury she’s about to rain down upon him.” His lips swept my neck, and regardless of what my mind was screaming, my body shifted into his side and my hand moved to the firm ridges of his stomach.
It was as though the connection completed a full circuit, because the hairs on the back of my neck prickled and a heat only Roman Leblanc could give me pooled between my legs.
One simple touch and I was ready.
I’d always been that way with him though.
After we ate our “beef” gyros, we strolled to my apartment, talking, laughing, and making out in every alley we stumbled across. By the time we’d gotten to my door, his hand was down the front of my shirt and I was exploring the hard planes of his chest.
My neighbors, should they have been up at three a.m., were going to get a show. But I couldn’t have cared less. Roman had that way about him. He made me forget the world around me. He was enough. And, together, we were everything. I knew that even though I’d only had him in my life for one day.
I’d laughed at his proposal. But maybe I was the crazy one for not saying yes immediately. It was wrong though; people didn’t get engaged on their first date.
If only I could explain why I so badly wanted to say yes.
“Roman,” I breathed, swinging my door open as he swept my panties to the side, one finger sliding inside me.
“Fuck. Me,” he murmured before laving his tongue up my neck. His mouth trailed kisses up to my ear as his husky voice rumbled. “So fucking ready for me.”
I was.
So fucking ready for all of him.
“Roman,” I moaned, tipping my head to the side to allow him better access.
His finger hooked inside me, sending a rush of ecstasy through me.
“More,” I pleaded, my head falling back as I struggled to stay on my feet.
His strong arm looped around my hips, keeping me upright. He removed his fingers and lifted me off my feet so I dangled inches off the ground as he sidestepped us into my apartment.
“Get the door, baby,” he ordered.
Baby.
I’d have done anything he wanted if it was proceeded with the smooth sound of baby falling from his lips.
With a kick, I slammed the door shut.
Suddenly, we were alone, and as his mouth sealed over mine, our tongues gloriously gliding together, I wasn’t sure I ever wanted to open it again.
His frenzied hands gentled long enough to lower me to the floor. My couch was mere feet away, but we hadn’t had the time nor the desire to make it that far.
His hard body covered mine, his hips falling between my open legs.
Then my shirt was off in a matter of seconds, and my skirt quickly followed.
“Fuck, Lis,” he grunted, sliding down my body. His finger curled in the top of my bra, tugging it down before taking my nipple between his lips. His warm tongue swirled and his teeth nipped, shooting sparks that rivaled any orgasm I’d ever had straight to my clit.
“Roman,” I moaned, arching my back and pressing more of my breast into his mouth.
He growled, the vibrations coaxing me closer to the edge. His hair was too short to thread my fingers through, so I palmed the back of his head, holding him as though he were attempting to get away. He absolutely wasn’t.
I lifted my hips when I felt the tips of his fingers start their descent down my stomach.
Our groans harmonized as he dipped his fingers between my legs and pressed in just enough to taunt me.
“Please,” I begged.
His head popped up to catch my gaze. “Given any more thought to that proposal?” he asked with a smirk that was all Roman Leblanc.
And, therefore, I didn’t just see it—I felt it. Deep inside, where no other man had ever been.
“This is crazy,” I told him, spreading my legs wide.
“I know,” he whispered, holding my gaze as he slid two fingers inside me.
I writhed, driving myself down, unable to get close enough.
I needed more. Not the kind of more his body could offer.
I wanted the kind of more that spoke to my soul that only Roman had to offer.
His hand worked me, pumping in and out, taking me closer and closer to the edge.
“Roman, I—”
“Shh… It’s okay, baby. Offer’s on the table. Whenever you’re ready, I’ll be here. All you have to do is say yes.” He dropped his thumb to my clit and skillfully circled.
As an orgasm so strong that I feared I’d never be able to recover tore through me, I realized I was absolutely ready for anything and everything as long as it was with him.
“Mmm,” Roman purred into the top of my hair, snapping me out of my thoughts. I was plastered against his side, my hand fisting the front of his shirt, my cheeks heated, and my legs nearly shaking. Cupping my chin, he tipped my head back so he could meet my gaze. “What are you thinking about, babe?”