“You don’t have to,” he says with a shake of his head.
“I want to.”
His grin turns sheepish. “Not tonight.”
Not tonight? What the hell does that mean?
“Did I do something wrong?” I ask, confusion beginning to swirl uncomfortably in my stomach. Fuck, I knew I shouldn’t have sat on his face.
“No, of course not.”
“Well then, why not?”
He groans and rubs his hands over his face. “I... uh. Let’s just say it’s not necessary anymore.”
Realization dawns on me. “Wait... did you?”
“Regrettably, yes.” He grumbles.
“Holy shit, you mean I madeTheRoman Everett come in his pants?”
He responds by gently knocking me onto my side, thenpulling my back to his bare chest and nuzzling into my neck. Breathing deeply, he mutters, “Don’t let it get to your head, Sparky.” The warmth of his body seeps into mine, and despite my better judgment, I wrap my arms around his, savoring how nice it is to be held like this. I drift off to sleep, a peaceful feeling washing over me. One the likes of which I haven’t felt in years.
Chapter Forty
ROMAN
I’m grateful to have woken up before Clover this morning. It’s given me the opportunity to take in how peaceful she looks as she sleeps. The way the light filters through her copper hair, her plush lips slightly parted as she breathes softly. I can’t believe I fucking came in my pants last night like a goddamn teenager. I couldn’t help it though, tasting how sweet she was, and hearing the noises she made pushed me past the point of no return. I’d give anything to taste her while she comes again.
Studying her breathing pattern, I allow myself to brush a strand of hair away from her face. She’s so beautiful without makeup, and this is the first time I’ve been able to really appreciate that. A glance at the clock tells me it’s late enough for the sun to rise, and early enough to still justify going back for a sleep in. Softly, I reach out and place my hand on her arm before I drift back to sleep.
I wake to the sensation of movement beside me and slowly peel my eyelids back. Clover is staring up at the ceiling, her cheeks a lovely shade of red that deepens by the second. She has a semi-frantic look about her before she tries to hide her face in the pillow.
“Good morning,” I say, voice deepened with sleep. Clover gasps as though she wasn’t expecting me to be awake yet.
“Good morning,” she squeaks out. Sitting up slowly, she secures the duvet around her lower half, carefully ensuring that her skin is covered. It’s a crime to cover up something so perfect, but clearly she’s feeling self-conscious for some reason, so I don’t bother her about it.
It’s becoming easier for me to connect the dots now, her being so weird around food and her terror at the idea of putting any weight on my face last night. I’m not sure exactly what is going on, but I have a good enough idea, and I don’t like it.
“I’m uh... going to go take a shower.” Clover slips off her side of the bed, awkwardly dragging as much of the duvet as she can with her. It slowly slides off me as she works her way around the bed.
“Are you seriously going to take the whole blanket with you?”
“Well, it’s that or you turn around, and I don’t trust you to turn around.”
“Turn around? Pretty sure I saw almost everything last night.”
She grabs one of the decorative pillows from the dismantledGreatWall of Don’t Touch Meat the foot of the bed and hurls it at my face. Catching it before it can actually hit me, I laugh and I tug on the duvet, which comes out of her hands.
“Roman!” She squeals as she grabs another pillow to cover up everything I saw last night. Awkwardly shufflingtoward the bathroom, she turns so she backs away from me. It’s a crime to hide an ass that great, but since it’s her prerogative, I let her.
I hear the shower turn on, and before I can get too excited, the very audible sound of the door being locked. Clover can lock the door all she wants, and try to hide herself from me this morning, but that doesn’t erase the fact that I’ve tasted her and know what it’s like to watch her come.
After a few minutes, she pops out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped tightly around her, and with a look of determination on her face.
“Okay, um. So, I... that...” She struggles.
“Are you normally this eloquent?”
