Roman leads me from the living room, down a short hall to the right of the front door and to the master bedroom. He admitted to me over dinner that when he bought this house he offered a significant amount over the asking price to include all of the existing furniture and decor. The sellers hopped all over that and Roman got a very nice, fully decorated and furnished house. I suspect he really was keen on doing that because the decor is more on the masculine, or at least gender-neutral, side.
His bedroom walls are done in a rich chocolate color with palm tree prints on the walls. His bed is a massive sleigh design that sits high up off the floor and has a matching dresser on one wall and an entertainment unit on the other that holds a spectacularly huge TV. The floors are a dark hardwood and the rug underneath has a gold and brown striped design, while his comforter is in a rich, deep red with matching shams. The only thing that gives the room away as potentially belonging to a bachelor is the fact his bed is unmade, and I get a little tingle of anticipation as I see the golden colored sheets appear to be satin.
Dropping my hand as soon as we enter the room, Roman turns toward a pair of matching chairs in front of a window where the wooden blinds are pulled closed. They’re separated by a small round table with a lamp, which he turns on.
“Flip that overhead light off, Lex,” he says softly, and I like that little nickname a lot.
I take a few steps back to the switch by the door and do as he requested, which causes the room to dim with the only light coming from the table lamp now. It’s actually a lovely, romantic glow, and it makes me wonder if tonight is about romance or just pure release.
I suspect maybe both, as I’m still feeling the butterflies over Roman offering to slow things down.
Roman turns to look at me, and his voice is gruff when he says, “You’re an adventurer, Lexi. I’ve learned that much about you. I want to put that to the test.”
My skin immediately tightens and a low throb starts between my legs. I lick my lips and ask huskily, “What did you have in mind?”
Giving me a dark smile, Roman steps back and sits down on one of the chairs. He spreads his legs out in front of him and there’s enough glow from the lamp that I can easily see his huge erection outlined through his jeans. Resting his elbows on the arms of the chair, he clasps his hands over his stomach and says, “I want to watch you.”
“Watch me do what?” I whisper.
“I want to watch you,” he repeats, and just by the sexual rumble in his voice, the meaning is clear. He wants to watch me do whatever I want to do, and he intends to enjoy it.
Oh wow.
My skin now starts to tingle and my heart starts thumping erratically. I’m not shy in the bedroom and I’m confident in myself, but I’m not going to lie…the pressure is a little overwhelming, because I want Roman to really, really like what I show him.
I’ll die if I let him down.
“Don’t,” he says softly as he sits up a little in the chair to lean forward.
“Don’t what?” I ask in surprise at his command, as I hadn’t even made a move yet. Haven’t even decided what to do.
“Don’t get inside your head. Trust me…I will love it if you choose to sit your pretty ass on that bed fully clothed and just sing to me.”
My heart stops its frantic thump and immediately starts to melt over his words and the way he’s solemnly watching me right now.
“Okay,” I whisper to him, my hands immediately going to the hem of my sweater. I have a brief glimpse of Roman relaxing back into his chair while his eyes roam over me before it’s blocked by my sweater coming off.
I’d worn a simple black cotton camisole under the sweater and hadn’t bothered with a bra because I don’t have the biggest boobs in the world. But I can feel my nipples are erect and feel oversensitive against the soft material covering them. I leave the cami alone, though, instead choosing to walk across the room to where Roman sits.
His eyebrows rise in surprise as I step between his legs before turning to sit on one of his strong thighs, using him as a perch. Leveraging myself with one hand on his chest—which is warm, rising and falling deeply under my touch—I bend over to daintily pull first one, then the other sock off.
Once my socks are off, I rise off his leg just enough to push my leggings past my hips and thighs, and when they get to my knees, I sit back on his leg so I can pull them all the way off without having to hop around like a fool.
“I like having you undress like this,” Roman says in a deep rumble. “So close to me I can feel your heat.”
My head turns to look at him, and I wish I hadn’t, because his expression is so fiercely needful that I can’t help but wonder if I’ll be able to fulfill his fantasies.
I need space to calm my frantic pulse, so I push off his leg, lifting a hand and letting my fingertips trail briefly against his jaw as I walk to the bed. Although I can’t see him, I feel the weight of Roman’s eyes pinned to my ass, which is barely covered by a pair of dove-gray satin panties with lace trim.