She fumbled with the button for a moment, then felt it open. Heat fairly consumed her. She swore flames licked at her fingers and that they blazed straight from Roman’s hard body.
“Theodosia,” he pressed.
She undid the other buttons, and then, with her hands at the waist of his pants, she rolled his breeches and undergarments off his hips and down to his knees. When she heard him shift, she knew he’d discarded the clothing entirely.
He was naked now.
She moved to touch him intimately.
He caught her hand. “No touching, and don’t you dare open your eyes.”
Such frustration consumed her that she groaned. “You are naked, and I am not.”
“I know.”
“But—”
“I’m going to penetrate you, Theodosia,” he whispered into her ear. “I’m going to spill my seed inside you. And you, my little scientific sweetheart, are going to think totally unrelated thoughts.”
She tried to open her eyes. Again, he laid his hand over them. “Roman—”
“Penetrate you,” he murmured once more. “Like this.”
She felt his long fingers slide into her and cried out with delight.
“You aren’t thinking about unrelated things, Theodosia,” Roman cooed, moving his thumb over the most sensitive spot of her female flesh. “If you were, you’d feel no pleasure. Think about—um, think about spleens.”
She longed to chide him, but the pleasure he gave made speaking impossible. Instead, she moved restlessly against his hand.
“Of course, I don’t plan to penetrate you only with my fingers,” Roman continued, drawing nearer to her.
She felt his arousal burn into the side of her thigh. “Dear God, Roman—”
“Think of olfactory nerves, Theodosia,” he suggested softly, pressing himself against her in a rhythm he knew would bring her body to fever pitch. “Think of Shakespeare.”
Gently, he parted her thighs, then settled his hips between them. Her rigid-nippled breasts pressed into his chest, her soft whimpers flowed into his mind, and fire scorched through his every vein. Kissing and nuzzling her neck and throat, he positioned himself so that his hot maleness skimmed across her feminine moistness. “I’m going to penetrate you now,” he warned huskily. “While I do, think of the magnitude of stars.”
She felt the velvety tip of his masculinity press lightly at the pulsing entrance to her body. Reacting instinctively, she reached around Roman’s back, placed her hands on his bottom, and tried to shove him forward.
He resisted her efforts. “Think of the laws of inertia.”
He entered her slightly, giving her just enough time to crave the full length of him before withdrawing completely and then repeating the same tormenting procedure once more.
“Theodosia, open your eyes.”
She opened them and saw the very essence of passion in his blazing gaze. He pushed his hips forward slowly…slowly, and it was with sweet leisure that she experienced her first sensation of being joined with a man.
He felt thick, but her body stretched to accommodate his size. He felt long, but she wanted all of him.
She tried to raise her hips, but his weight kept her pinned to the ground.
“Think of me, Theodosia,” Roman whispered, keeping steady hold of her smoldering gaze. “Think of me.”
In the next instant he filled her mind and her body. A flash of pain shot through her as he drove his full length into her, but the wondrous feeling of having him inside her quickly overcame her discomfort.
“Theodosia,” Roman groaned. “Oh, God, Theodosia.” He stilled, savoring the long-awaited pleasure of being buried inside her silky wet tightness.
Theodosia was not willing to allow him to be still. She writhed beneath him, impatient for him to bring her the rapture he’d so skillfully given her in the past.
