Jahlani’s stomach caves in as she grinds harder against him. Her chest burns, short gasps bursting out as he helps her move over him. Most people don’t know this about her, but Jahlani is an avid reader of romance novels. She always thought it wasso fucking ridiculouswhen the main couple finally got around to having sex and he would command her to come, and she’d instantly do so. She figured there was no way the human body worked that way. You can’t just finish because someone tells you to.
But as the words slip past Roman’s lips, all demanding, and rough, andneedyshe can’t seem to help the way her body bends into his as she lets go or the desperate moans that echo through the kitchen, or the way her body tingles and pulses and swells as he continues moving in her.
“Fuck.”
His arms band around her back as his head falls into her chest as he pulses inside her. He drags his face against it, his mouth unhurried as his teeth bear down on her flesh through his orgasm. She moans when he reaches her nipple and bites down on the flesh softly.
“Shit,” he groans, panting heavily. “Shit.”
Pulling back, he looks into her eyes before moving to kiss her. They kiss and kiss and kiss, and she’s getting too worked up again. Too soon. Too fast. She knows she should stop, but hispressure is steady, his mouth deliberate, and she wants to hold on to this feeling for as long as possible.
Roman chases her lips, standing to set her against the table, sliding a hand under her ass to guide her against him, and she lets him. She doesn’t know how much time passes. Maybe a few seconds, maybe minutes, but she can feel herself tightening again. The combination of them together makes herstupid with want. Her mouth glides with his as he cups her cheek, fusing them as if his life depends on it. She pulls back when she feels it happeningagain.His eyes bore into hers.
Dopey and medicated.
“Again,” he says against her lips. “Again.”
This one is low and pulsing and draining ,and she convulses against him softly, crying out. There’s a low ringing in her ears as she comes to, and he falls against her chest, pressing soft kisses against her.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” he says.
“I’m thinking that was the best scratch of my life,” she says through pants.
He laughs into her chest, pulling her up and toward the bathroom. He doesn’t stop touching her. Not as he grabs towels. Not as he starts the shower. Not as he bathes her, then himself. Not as he’s getting dressed. Not even as she’s getting changed herself.
“Now what?” she whispers lazily once he’s pressed her into the cocoon of his chest.
“Now, we sleep. I need you fully rested for what we’re doing later.”
“Which is?” she says through a yawn.
But she drifts off before she hears his response.
CHAPTER 30
IMPRINT
“You’re doing so well.”
“Roman.”
“Just like that. Keep going.”
Suddenly, she’s spinning to face him, her legs dropping as she points an accusing finger at him.
“Roman, I told you I didn’t want to do this,” she hisses, narrowing her eyes at him.
“Lani, you’re doing so well. Come on. Don’t stop now.”
They were currently in the shallow end of a family-owned local pool. After waking from a much-needed nap, he decided the rest of their day would be best spent with him teaching her how to swim. After much protest on her part—and several persuasive tactics on his—he finally managed to convince her.
They were on their second round of him trying to get her to kick her feet for an extended amount of time. She lets out a string of expletives, dropping her legs. She crosses her arms over her chest, scowling up at him.
He laughs, grabbing her arms to steer her around him.
“Okay, how about we try floating.”
Unwrapping her arms, he guides her body so that she’s in front of him.
