Me:I know I’ve never been a seductress before, but here, I swear I’m channeling my inner Kaylee. I brazenly seduced that man!
Kaylee:Woohoo! How’d you do it? Tell us so we can use your techniques.
Tatiana:Me, anyway. I don’t think you need any help, Kaylee.
Kaylee:Hey, it never hurts to switch things up.
Me:I looked him right in the eyes and said, “I want you, Roman.”
Tatiana:Atta girl! Confident, sexy, and clear. Nice!
Kaylee:*wipes a tear of pride* Our little girl’s grown up, Tati!
Me:Except that now I’m worried my mouth wrote a check my body can’t cash! What if it turns out I’ve never had an O with Brandon, not because he’s bad at sex like you both keep telling me, but because I am?
Kaylee:Impossible. Do you want to have sex with this man?
Me:So much, I’m in physical pain.
Kaylee:Then you’ll slay, as far as he’s concerned. Sorry to be blunt about it, but as long as you’re wet and into it, he’ll think you’re a goddess.
Tatiana:^^ This. Let the hottie lead the way, let loose, stop overthinking it, and I promise, you’ll both have a stupendous time.
Kaylee:Now get into that shower and into that man’s bed and get yourself railed and scrambled for the first time, babyyyyy!
My hair is wet and towel dried. My skin is covered in goosebumps, despite the pleasant temperature of the bedroom. I’m doing my best to sashay confidently toward Roman’s naked, prostrate frame on the bed, but as I clutch the white hotel towel wrapped around my torso, I’m pretty sure I look more like the trombone player in a marching band than a femme fatale.
Roman has pulled back the palm-tree-covered duvet and top sheet to reveal every inch of his naked, tanned skin. His abs are cut. His legs look powerful. His cock is rock-hard and straining—and so much bigger than it looked when it was hanging flaccidly between his thighs. Either Brandon was on the small side—rather than average like I’ve always presumed—or this guy is hung like a horse. Will that thing even fit inside me?
Roman grins as I walk toward him. “Hi there,” he says, sitting up onto his elbows.
“Hi,” I squeak out. “You look really good.”
“And you look like an angel sent straight from heaven.”
I snort. “Yeah, I bruised my tailbone when my wings malfunctioned on the way down, so please be gentle with me.” Shit. I always resort to humor when I’m nervous.
“Are you nervous, sweetheart?” Roman asks, apparently reading my mind. Crap. Maybe Kaylee and Tatiana were right, and I haven’t fooled this man at all.
“A little,” I admit. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to do this. I do.”
Roman moves into a kneeling position at the end of the bed, his cock filling the small space between our bodies. He slides a finger underneath my chin. “We can make out and do nothing more than that. We can put our clothes back on and talk again. Whatever you want to do. Like I said, my invitation to let you sleep here isn’t dependent on you having sex with me.”
My heart flutters, along with other parts of my anatomy. “I didn’t think that. I seduced you, remember?”
Roman smiles in a way that makes me blush.
“You don’t agree I seduced you?”
Roman’s smile broadens. “I think you’re very cute to think so.”
I’ve been trying hard to be sexy, so the comment stings a bit, even though it was delivered with a radiant smile.
“It’s a compliment,” Roman says quickly. “Sorry. Whatever. Yes, you seduced me, and it was awesome. You were saying?”
I clear my throat, feeling a bit flustered. “That it would help me if you’d take the lead.”
“It’d be my pleasure.” He strokes my hair and whispers, “Is this your first time, Iris?” So much for my sex kitten delusions. May they rest in peace. I’m embarrassed by the question, but I think it’s a fair one, all things considered. Roman has no idea I was supposed to get married yesterday. And I have several friends my age who are still virgins, each of them for their own reasons. These days, I think it’s very normal for women to be virgins well into their twenties and beyond.
