“What are you–” he presses his open hand down firmly just below my stomach, applying some pressure that suddenly ratchets up the sensations tenfold. “Holy fuck,” I squeal.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he says as my legs begin to shake.
“Roman, oh God, I’m going to–” I don’t even know what I’m going to do, all I know is I’ve never felt anything quite like this. The pressure, the fullness, the absolute bliss.
“Let it happen, I’ve got you.” His thrusts turn harder, deeper, and I explode.
“Fuck, yes,” Roman groans as he moves in and out of me, the sound of my soaked pussy filling the room. “Where do you want me to come?” he grits out. If how he sounds is any indication, it’ll be happening soon.
“Inside me, come inside me.” I don’t know what it is, but for some reason I need him to. I need this next level of closeness.
“You sure?” He’s holding on by a thread.
“Yes,” I breathe, and he falls apart, groaning as he comes deep inside me. He collapses on my chest, and I savor the weight of him on me. His movements slow, and he presses a kiss to my forehead.
We lay there, connected for a few more breaths before he pulls away and heads to the bathroom.
I lay there, shellshocked for a minute. Yeah, we’ve fucked before, but that wasn’t fucking. That was something else.
Leaning up onto my elbows, I take stock of the bed as Roman comes back in with a towel in hand.
To my horror, I realize the bed underneath me is absolutely soaked.
With eyes as wide as saucers, I look over to smiling Roman. “Oh my god. Did... did I...?”
He laughs. “You did.”
“That’s the first time that’s ever happened,” I say, not sure if I’m trying to apologize or justify it.
He walks over to me with the towel and settles himself between my legs, gently wiping me up. “It won’t be the last.”
Chapter Fifty-Four
ROMAN
In the shower, Clover stares down at my compass tattoo as I turn on the water. Her fingers run along the lines of the ink as she contemplates. I step into the spray, leaving the spot directly under the showerhead for her. I don’t want her to get cold. She steps in and lets out a sigh as the hot water touches her skin.
“Roman, why don’t you pursue music?” She asks out of the blue.
“I don’t know,” I admit. Grabbing a bar of soap, I lather up my hands and rub them over the smooth skin of her shoulders. She groans in appreciation as I use my thumbs to massage out the tension in her muscles there.
“Do you love it? Writing music?”
“Of course.”
“Why don’t you do it then?” She asks, beautiful eyes wide.
“I don’t know. Who’d care anyway? They’re silly little songs.”
A small hand reaches underneath my chin and turns my head so that I’m looking at her face to face.
“They aren’t silly. They’re beautiful, and it’s a crime to keep a gift like thatlocked up.” My heart swells at her words. “What’s the harm in trying?” She asks innocently before directing me to turn around. With shampoo in her hands, she runs them through my hair, lightly massaging my scalp in a way that makes me wish this would never end.
“I’m just an actor.”Just an Everett.
She hums in response before grabbing my right hand and lightly tapping on the tattoo.
“Maybe it’s time for you to think about charting a different path.”
