Her hands slide under his sweater as she roams his hard chest and stomach. A rush of cold air meets her as he steps back, dragging the shirt up his body. Both arms wind against her back, lifting her to deposit her further on the desk. Her legs fall open as he steps in between them, his hand gliding up her thigh, disappearing under her skirt.
His fingers trace slow, soothing circles over the lace, and she moans into his mouth, gripping his arm as she tries to get more.
“Roman.”
He pulls the damp material to the side, grazing her bare clit with his fingers. Her eyes screw shut as her mouth falls open in a soft whimper. As his fingers graze over her, his tongue meets the side of her neck with fast, bruising motions. She bites her lip as her body grows warmer and she starts to tilt and circle against his fingers.
“Should we stop, Lani?” His lips graze against the column of her throat as he continues to massage her, never changing his pace. “I shouldn’t be in here, right?”
He pulls back, gripping her hair, twisting her head to whisper into her ear. “I shouldn’t be touching you like this in Jackson’s office. I should stop, right?”
She shakes her head, exhaling slowly.
His fingers slide into her, and an abrupt moan falls out of her. He stays there for several moments, grazing, tapping, collecting, before he slides them and rubs over her. Her stomach clenches and she lets her legs fall open further as he continues the slow motions of his fingers. Her head falls against his chest as her body starts to throb, the familiar ball of tension starting to grow.
It doesn’t take as long as she expects as she presses her fingertips into his arms, her body unwinding in satisfying layers. As her body travels to some state of normalcy, he continues rubbing. Tilting her head up, he presses their mouths together in a frenzied, almost clumsy rush. Sliding her hand down to his, she removes it before sifting both hands back through his hair.
He pulls back and away, and she almost cries out because she’s not ready for it to be over. Not yet. Maybe not ever. But as she leans against the edge, she sees him turn the lock on the door. She watches through hazy eyes as he steps back in front of her, snapping open the buttons of her blouse. When he works the last one open, he drags it down her arms, kissing down the same path.
She watches through drunk eyes as Roman leans forward, caressing her knee. The multicolored stack of papers on the desk is almost enough to throw her off track and the insanity of it all rushes toward her, but then he’s pushing himself closer, and her eyes flutter shut as she grows hotter, wetter.
“I wanted this that night,” he says, kissing her again. “When we argued. I’ve thought about it every night since. I’ve thought about this since the first day I saw you in class. You still don’t think it’s fate? That we’re here like this together?”
“Roman,” she says through a sigh. “Just shut up and kiss me.”
And she pulls his mouth to hers, forgetting everything that led her to this room in the first place.
“Guess what?” he asks, pulling back as his fingertips become firmer as he moves to her thigh, massaging.
“What?” she murmurs, eyes stuck on the movement of his hands on her flesh.
“After today …” He trails off. She watches as he grips her foot, pressing a kiss to it, before moving to her ankle, calf, inner knee, thigh. He repeats the same action to her other foot and leg beforestanding up to slide her panties all the way down. He kisses her intensely before making his way down her body and licking her. “After today,” he breathes against her, meeting her eyes, “you aren’t forbidden anymore.”
Her mouth falls open and her eyes close as he works his lips and teeth and tongue over her. She grips his jaw with one hand and uses the other to anchor herself to the table to angle her hips, to push them against his face and then she’s coming apart, and she bites her hand to stifle her scream.
He moves back up her body, leaving a trail of kisses against her knee, the top of her thighs, her chest, before making it to her lips where the kiss is slow and lazy.
Explorative.
When he pulls back, she slumps back against the desk, covering her face with her arm, exhaustion tugging at her. She opens her eyes and looks around at the mess they made before laughing hysterically.
“What’s so funny?”
“I think we broke Jackson’s pencil holder.” This sentence alone brings a new wave of hysteria to her as he pulls her up. He kisses her, silencing her.
“What now?” she asks, staring at the mess around them.
“Now, we go back to class.”
She lets out a breathless chuckle. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to go in there and pretend like we didn’t just do this.”
He winks at her as she slides her clothes back on. She sees the glint of his phone, and powers it back on, shaking her head as she sets it down to put her shirt back on. She bites her lip, feeling giddy until she sees his phone flash from her peripheral.
It happens fast and all at once. The notifications that stain his phone are a combination of Gwendolyn, Danica, and then Audrey. That one sends her hand trembling.
“Roman,” she says, her voice sounding hollow and distant. He doesn’t hear her as he bends down to straighten the materials from Professor Jackson’s desk. She licks her lips, taking a short step toward him.
“Roman,” she says, louder this time, and this time he hears. His eyes meet hers and she watches as his smile instantly dissolves. His eyes travel to the phone in her hand and his forehead creases.
