“You’re so close.”
“Come on, just tell me,” she says, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of his wrist and it’s impossible to hide his hard on at this point.
“Truthfully, I’d love to get my business license. I’d love to own something someday. Probably the bar.”
“That sounds perfect,” she murmurs, brushing her lips against his thumb.
“Yeah?” He breathes out, all the blood seeming to rush from his head.
“You’d be so good at it, Roman. You’re very charismatic and determined. You fit there,” she says, pressing a bolder kiss to his palm. “You should look into it.”
“Can’t,” he drags out, closing his eyes. His cheeks flush from her praise and her lips.
“Why?”
“Lucy. No time,” he says, choppily trying to calm himself down. His eyes fly open when he starts to feel the flat of her tongue over his index finger.
“Jahlani,” he says, dragging her mouth to his. “You should really stop before I’m forced to take drastic measures.”
“Like?” she whispers, teasing.
“Like, screwing you in my car.”
“Oh,” she says, eyes flicking down. “I’ve never done that before. I don’t know if …” She trails off, meeting his eyes again. “I want to try.”
Fuck.
Leaning forward, he catches her mouth, pushing the plastic bag from her lap with the food in a frenzy. She tastes of the milkshake and the salt of the fries. Grabbing her waist, he helps her maneuver over the console and hover his lap. Her hair is still wet from their time in the pool, but he reaches up to take it out of its bun, letting her braids shroud them.
“You always do that,” she murmurs against his mouth, shifting closer but not fully resting her weight on him. “You always take my hair down.”
“I like it”—he threads his hands into her scalp—“when it’s down. You always have it up at work and it drives me crazy because I want to do this.” He tugs against the roots gently to expose her neck. “And this,” he says, massaging her head gently while he drops soft kisses to her neck.
She sighs, finally dropping herself onto him and he groans. Her hands fist against his chest as she holds herself steady.
“Okay?” he asks against her neck.
She nods slightly. “Yeah, I just don’t want to hurt you.”
He lets out a broken chuckle.Please fucking hurt me, he wants to say but decides not to. Instead, moving both hands to drag her cover-up to her waist, and press her against him. Looking down at him, her teeth pull over her lip as he guides her over him.
“You’re not hurting me, Jahlani.”
He presses an open-mouthed kiss to her lips before leaning back to drag her over him again.
“Roman,” she says through a breathless moan.
Her hands fist his shirt tighter, her mouth dropping back to his as he moves her faster over him. His hands move to untie her bikini top, and he drags the green fabric from her chest and throws it to the side.
She pulls back from his mouth when his hands slide under her cover-up, over her stomach, and ghost over both her taut brown nipples. Her hips stop moving and she lets out a strangled gasp.
“Keep going, Jahlani.”
Her dark eyes meet his as she moves above him again, lips parting, another shuddering moan escaping as his hands roam her chest. Her hips start to bear down harder, and he groans at the teasing sensation.
“This is everything I didn’t know I needed, Jahlani, you know that?” he says, while tugging on her chest.
“Roman,” she breathes, hips melting against him.
