He hesitated, his eyes squinting as if studying me. “I will…if you actually mean it. But you don’t.” He paused for a while, then added, “You’ve said the words, yet your body speaks a different language.”
I swallowed hard, looking up into his face, knowing that at this point, he could see right through me.
“So, tell me, which should I listen to: what you say, or what your body says?” He caressed my cheek with the back of his fingers.
I felt myself unraveling at his touch, my heart swelling with desire as I held his gaze. My chest was rising and falling with slow, uneven breaths. At the back of my mind, an alarm was blaring, warning me against the thoughts creeping into my head.
He didn’t force himself on me, didn’t touch me inappropriately either. In fact, I was the one who pushed inches closer just to feel the print of his cock.
Fuck, it felt good, and every cell within me came alive. A cold shiver ran down my spine, awakening emotions that I’d buried deep down.
“You haven’t pulled away,” Roman whispered, his voice husky and smooth. “Do you know what that tells me?”
I locked my jaw, trying so hard to hide my anxiety and anticipation even though I knew he could see right through me.
He leaned in, his palms caressing my arms over the fabric of my sweater. “You don’t wanna leave because you’re enjoying this.”
My expression darkened, and I summoned the courage to push him back. He straightened with those steel-blue eyes pinned on me.
“You’re crazy,” I cussed, the longing in my voice a stark contrast to the frown on my face.
His lips curled into a mischievous grin. “Then walk away,” he said, teasing me with his words and the look in his eyes.
I stared at him, torn between guilt and passion, confused about what move to make. A part of me wanted to leave—to save myself from regret—but the other part wanted to stay and see this through to the end.
It was clear that Roman himself wanted me as much as I wanted him. He didn’t push or take me by force because he needed my consent. I hadn’t noticed it yet, but his self-control thawed something frozen inside me.
He dared me to leave, and I should do just that—I should walk away with my pride and dignity still intact. However, my body was fighting against this plan. It craved his touch and wanted more. Even my mind was flooded with the possibilities of what he could do to me if we got intimate.
The longer I looked into his eyes, the more I desired him. Deciding whether to leave or stay was by far the most difficult choice I’d had to make in a long while.
I wrestled against my lust in silence, feeling the tremors traveling down my core. As soon as he stepped forward again, my heart stopped. I inhaled his scent, and my high walls came crumbling to the ground, leaving me completely vulnerable.
The air was electric, and my pulse was racing in anticipation of what was about to happen. I knew if I didn’t turn around and leave now, there’d be no going back.
Without a word, he closed the distance between us, his eyes still locked to mine. The desire simmering beneath the surface drew me in like steel to a magnet, and in that moment, I decided to damn the consequences of my actions.
Fuck it.
As though pulled by an invisible force, we both lunged at each other, lips crashing together. His palms cupped my face, and his tongue invaded my mouth as his kiss drew the air from my lungs.
I couldn’t think of anything else right now, other than the fact that I couldn’t wait to have him inside me. My fingers slipped under his jacket as our kiss deepened, his hands finding my breasts. Roman fondled my gentle swells over the fabric of my sweater, his cock growing harder beneath his pants.
I took his jacket off, then began undoing the buttons of his crisp white shirt. My heart was banging like a fuckin’ drum, my pulse racing with excitement.
He lifted the hem of my sweater, then yanked it off me in a single sweep, revealing my lacy bra. He pulled me closer, grinding his waist against me while he squeezed my curves with his tongue still in my mouth.
Breathless, I struggled with a stubborn button that would not come undone. In a fit of sexual frustration, I ripped his shirt apart, the remaining buttons splattering across the floor.
He whisked me into the air, his palms under my ass, supporting my weight. My short blonde hair cascaded down my face as I wrapped my hands around his neck.
The kiss was fervent and so full of passion—much better than I had imagined. We devoured each other’s lips like two hungry animals on a rampage. He spun me around and then set my ass down on his table, his fingers unhooking my bra with practiced ease.
He tugged it down my arms, exposing my breasts and erect nipples. He tore his lips from mine, slightly pushing his head back, as if to take a good look at my boobs.
A mischievous grin played on the corners of his mouth, hinting that he was pleased with what he saw. My chest rose and fell with slow breaths as I watched him in silence, adrenaline coursing through my blood.
He spread out my legs and positioned himself between my thighs, then reclaimed my lips. His thumbs caressed my hard nipples while I jerked my head upward, basking in the sensation jolting through my body.
