“You said we only regret the things we don’t do,” she said. “I don’t want to have any regrets. Make me yours.”
Roman groaned and pulled her chemise off and led her over to a settee. It had seen better days, but it still looked comfortable, just worn. He lowered her on to it and then leaned down to press his lips to hers, then he moved down and licked a nipple. She moaned. He wanted to taste her everywhere. This would be her first time, and he wanted it to be good for her.
“I love you,” he said. Then he licked her other breast. Roman cupped her between her thighs and slid a finger through her folds.
“That feels…” She moaned as he rubbed her clit. “Roman, yes, do that again.”
He smiled and decided to taste her sweetness. Roman wanted to hear her scream his name as he licked her into her climax. He spread her thighs and kissed her sensitive nub. She began to writhe beneath him. Athena’s breathing became ragged. He slid a finger into her core as he sucked her sensitive nub into his mouth. “Roman,” she screamed as her body shook. “I’ve never…”
“You are perfect,” he said as he slid his smalls off. He had to be inside her.
“I’m not,” she said. “But I’m glad you think so.”
Roman joined her on the settee and started to kiss her again. “This might be uncomfortable. At least the first time.”
She nodded. “I know. I don’t want to stop.”
Thank heaven… He settled between her thighs and began to push inside of her. Roman kissed her as he slid slowly inside her heat. He had to make her feel good, but he couldn’t be certain she would enjoy this part, at least not the first time. Finally, he was all the way in. He gritted his teeth and stilled.
“That wasn’t so bad,” she said. “Is that all?”
He laughed. “No, love,” he said and pulled back out and then slid in again.
“Oh…” She moaned. “Yes. Do that again.”
She was so demanding, and he loved it. Roman thrust into her again and again until she writhed beneath him again. He was so close to his own climax, but he wanted her to find her release again. He wanted to feel her squeezing him as he came. Roman reached beneath them and rubbed her clit as he thrust inside of her. She moaned and shattered, and he quickly followed.
Everything went black as his own release spread through him. He’d been with other women, but it had never been like that. He rolled to his side and pulled her with him. “Marry me,” he said. He should have asked her before he’d taken her virginity, but he hadn’t been thinking clearly.
“I thought that was a given,” she said, then chuckled. “I love you, Roman. Of course, I’ll marry you.”
“Good,” he said. “Otherwise, I would be kidnapping you and we would make a mad dash to Scotland.”
She laughed. “I don’t believe an elopement of that magnitude will be necessary. Though you will have to speak with my father. I do want his permission, but I will add that on the chance he says no that mad dash would be acceptable to me”
“I shall speak with him at once—once the storm has passed. It doesn’t appear to be letting up. We might be trapped in this cabin overnight.”
Athena pressed her lips to his then settled back into his arms. “I’m all right with that. There are far worse things than sleeping in your arms. It truly is one of life’s greatest pleasures. At least in my opinion…”
“Mine as well,” he agreed. “Rest, love. I’ll keep you safe.” He closed his eyes and fell asleep with her in his arms. Life was good. Nothing could go wrong as long as he had Athena.
Eight
A chill slid up Athena’s spine, and she groaned. The warm blanket that had kept her cozy had suddenly disappeared. She flicked her eyelids open and frowned. Where was she? She stretched and then groaned again, this time in pain. It was then she remembered everything. Including the fall from Hades and the reason her hip bit with a harsh ache that hadn’t improved overnight.
“That bruise on your hip is quite pronounced," Roman murmured. "I should have been more mindful. I’m a cad for having taken advantage of you while you were in pain.”
She stared up at him. “I’m perfectly fine,” Athena told him. “It’s a minor injury, and you did nothing I didn’t want you to do. So stop feeling guilty.” She sat up. “How long have you been awake?”
“Not long,” he said. “I went to check on the horses. The sun should be up soon, and it would be prudent to ride back as soon as it does.”
She smiled. Roman had dressed, but she still sat there without a stitch on, and for some reason that didn’t bother her at all. If she wanted to, she was certain she could charm him out of his clothes. Especially since his gaze kept trailing over her bare flesh and he paid particular attention to her chest. He liked her breasts, and she wasn’t above using that to her advantage. “Are you quite certain I should dress so soon?" Athena trailed her fingers lightly along her décolletage.
He swallowed hard. “As much as I’d like to keep you just as you are,” Roman began. “I’m afraid you’ll get cold soon enough. The fire in the hearth has died down and I don’t wish to start another when we need to leave shortly.”
Athena sighed. “I do admit that a chill roused me from sleep. I suppose I should dress.” She stood up and stretched. Her hip ached, but stretching helped ease it a bit. She reached for her chemise and pulled it over her head and then retrieved the rest of her clothes and dressed quickly.
Roman sighed. “You shouldn’t be able to wear men’s breeches, love. You’re a temptation in a gown, but your derriere is pure decadence in a gentleman’s trousers.”
