“I’m not fucking leaving. There is a shitstorm brewing around us, and I’m gonna take care of it. But, in that, I’m gonna take care of you, too. You gotta trust me on that, Lis. I fucked up in the past. I thought I was doing the right thing, but I see now that I wasn’t. I’ll explain that to you later. But do not for one second think that you are going to melt for me the way you did yesterday, again last night, and then again this morning after two fucking years and then you’re gonna take it away.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, feigning innocence, though I knew exactly what he was talking about. I had melted for him. I just wasn’t ready to acknowledge it. Not even to myself, and certainly not to him.
He twisted his lips. Then he proved his point by using my ass to grind me against his thickening length, which drew a moan from my throat.
“You feel it between us,” he declared.
“Roman, you’re very well…um…endowed,” I informed in a sugary-sweet tone before finishing with a snap. “Of course I fucking feel it.” It was a last-ditch effort to keep from falling under his spell.
It failed.
He grinned arrogantly and gave my ass a squeeze.
I moaned, and this time, I ground into him.
He dropped his elbow to the wall. “Christ, Lis.”
That small victory allowed me to take some of the power back. I couldn’t lie: I wanted Roman. I’d been physically and mentally strung out all afternoon as I’d sat on the couch, waiting for him to come back while equally hoping he didn’t.
But the fact remained. He did come back. And, now, he had me pinned against the wall, only two layers of clothes separating me from what I knew would be an incredible night of ecstasy. And, through all of this, he hadn’t kissed me yet.
And I couldn’t bring myself to care.
“Fine. If we’re gonna do this, we’re doing it my way. One night. You leave when we’re done.”
“Done?” He laughed. And not just a chuckle. I’m talking an all out belly laugh like I’d taken up a side gig as a stand-up comedienne.
“I’m serious,” I defended.
“You’re a lot of things. But serious is not one of them. I get inside you, I’ll have my ring back on your finger by tomorrow night.”
Oh, hell no! We are not going back down that road.
I gave him a hard shove. “You will not. Don’t even think about it. That is not what this is about.”
He smirked. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m not proposing.”
That mildly relaxed me.
Well, until his lips descended upon mine and he said, “But you’ll still say yes,” a half second before taking my mouth.
Oh God.
Yes.
Without hesitation, I opened like the desperate woman I was, welcoming him home. His tongue greedily swirled with mine, and I circled my arms around his neck, taking him deeper, my nipples tingling as they met his chest.
After releasing my hair, he moved his hand down to the other side of my ass and lifted me off the floor. I took the cue and wrapped my legs around his waist. My dress gave way and his straining hard-on made contact with my lace-covered core, forcing a cry from my lips.
It had been too long.
Too long without him.
Too long since I’d reached for the toy tucked into the back of my bedside table.
Too long since I’d dropped my finger between my legs in the shower.
Part of that was because it paled in comparison to the real thing.
The other part being that I couldn’t close my eyes without imagining it was him.
No matter how much I’d told myself to let him go, he was always in the forefront of my mind.
But there he was, in the flesh, carrying me to a bed that had once been ours, and I was ready to let him take me in any and every way he wanted.
He set me on the edge of the mattress and then followed me down. His hands landed on either side of my head, his mouth still moving with a practiced ease over mine.
I kept my legs around his hips, locking my feet at the ankle and using them as leverage to circle myself against him.
“Fuck, baby,” he grumbled into my mouth.
I made fast work of peeling his shirt over his head then sat up off the bed long enough for him to tug the zipper at the back of my dress down. He didn’t delay in pulling it over my head.
As much as I’d lied to myself about what was going to happen if he showed back up tonight, deep down, I’d known. And it was that knowledge that left me sitting in front of him in only a pair of black lace panties and a matching bra that were not only beautiful, but the pattern was so wide that it was damn near invisible. Everything from my nipples to my slit was on display.
With an approving rumble, he raked his eyes over me. Licking his lips, he pushed me back flat and sank to his knees between my legs, which were hanging over the side of the bed.
“Repeat after me,” he ordered, gliding his hands up my chest, gripping both of my breasts, and then smoothing his palms back down my stomach.
I moaned, arching off the bed while seductively sliding my bare foot up his side.
“This is not one night. You will not shut down on me. I get you’re scared. We’ll figure out that part later. After I make you come, fast and hard against my mouth. After I shower. After I drink a beer. After my burger. But before I fuck you.”