I’m sure the trip back to the hotel will give me an opportunity to cool off.
Chapter Forty-Four
CLOVER
The trip back to the hotel does no such thing. Roman’s hand grips my thigh in the back of the Uber, and his thumb continues to move back and forth in a way that indicates a very specific skill set.
By the time we get back into the hotel room, my resolve is as thin as rice paper. I toss my jacket off and to the side, and turn around to give him some witty remark, but before I get the chance to say anything, Roman moves. He cages me in at the door, a hungry look in his eyes.
“You know no one can see us in here, right?” I whisper to him.
“I know.” He grabs my chin and tilts my jaw up, bringing his lips to mine and kissing me breathless. It’s unrestrained and demanding.
After one perfect moment, he pulls away and puts his forehead to mine.
“Say you don’t want this...” he waits for me to tell him to back away—that we shouldn’t do this.
Instead, I stay silent, slowly drawing my gaze back and forth between his icy eyes and his lips.
“Thank fuck,” he breathes before pulling me in for another kiss. My whole body sighs in relief as soon as he’s touching me again.
Maybe it’s a combination of the beer, the adrenaline from the hot-air balloon, and touching him at the show tonight, but I need him. Having him is no longer a want, but a need. My body is screaming for it like oxygen. He kisses me back as though he feels the same.
Roman guides us toward the bedroom without breaking the kiss. When we get there, I back away from him. His eyebrows pinch together in confusion, and he looks as though he’s about to say something, but I place both hands on his chest and gently push him away. Before he can say anything, I drop to my knees and reach for his belt.
I give him a look of warning through my lashes. “Never give me a reason to regret doing this. I do not want any hell from you, got it?”
He nods quickly, desperate for me to continue. “Wouldn’t dream of it,” he breathes out.
“I mean it, don’t give me any grief and make me wish I bit you instead,” I threaten as I pull down his zipper and feel his hard cock through the fabric of his boxers.
“Cross my heart,” he hisses as I rub his hard length through the fabric.
Based on seeing the outline last night, I knew it would be big, but feeling it in my hand now has my pussy clenching in anticipation.
Roman has an almost pained expression on his face as I work his pants and then his boxers down enough to free his dick.
Looking at the size, I feel both slightly intimidated and up for the challenge. I flash him a little smile before taking the tip of his cock into my mouth and rubbing my tongue on the underside of the sensitive head. Roman’s knees buckle slightly.
“Fuck,” he groans. And just to see what happens, I repeat the motion again, but this time I pump his length with my hand when I do so. The noises he makes are enough to set me on fire, he doesn’t even need to touch me. It’s enough to spur on faster strokes with my hand and mouth.
Glancing up at him, his eyes are closed, and his mouth is slightly parted in ecstasy. It’s a sight that I could get used to. I take him deeper into my throat, and it lasts only a few seconds before Roman growls and pulls back, leaving me confused.
“What are you–”
“Get on that fucking bed right now, Clover.”
Ah. I see.I smirk up at him, taking my time to get up to a standing position.
“So help me God, Clover, if you do not get on that bed in the next ten seconds...”
“You’ll what?” My voice sounds as though it came from the portrait of innocence.
“Ten.. nine... eight... seven…,” he begins. I move at a glacial pace. “Six... five... four...” I don’t make any movement toward the bed, instead, I give him a devilish grin.
“Three... two... one.” I finish the countdown for him.
His eyes flash, and before I have a second to realize what he’s doing, he’s bent down and picked me up, tossing me over his shoulder so casually I wouldn’t even believe it happened, except my head’s upside down and I face his back. He gives my ass a light smack.
