I close my eyes. “I can’t believe the raunchy stuff I said in a church.”
Roman chuckles. “That was my favorite part. Well, that and when you sprinted at the groom like you were going to murder him and had to be physically dragged away, kicking and screaming.”
I open my eyes again. When I see Roman’s broad smile, I can’t help returning the gesture. “I’ve never done anything like that in my life. I don’t know what possessed me.”
“I do. He pushed you too far, and you snapped. It happens tothe best of us.” With a wink, he hands me one of the champagne glasses and raises the other. “To you, Iris. To your balls of steel, your heart of gold, and the debut of your sexy, murderous alter ego.”
I bite my lower lip. “To you, too. To your hospitality, your impressive skills in the bedroom, and your kindhearted reaction to the video. Thank you for all of it, Roman.”
I clink Roman’s glass and we both take long sips of champagne. Just this fast, I’m already feeling like the weight of the world has been lifted off me, thanks to Roman’s amazing reaction. So much so, I’m feeling emboldened to put myself out there.
“So, hey, no pressure,” I begin tentatively. “But I have quite a few prepaid vouchers for activities for two this week. Stuff like snorkeling, parasailing, ATVing.” My heart is hammering. I’ve never asked a man out on a date before. “I can’t get my money back, so would you like to do any of those activities with me? The snorkel cruise is this afternoon, if that sounds fun to you.”
Roman’s forehead creases in a way that makes my spirit sink. Shoot. I shouldn’t have asked him out. Clearly, I’ve overstepped the boundaries of whatever this vacation fling is going to be. Sex with a viral punching bag is one thing, but going on elaborate dates together out in public would be something else entirely.Stupid, Iris.
“Is today’s snorkeling trip a group activity?” Roman asks. “You know, with a bunch of strangers?”
I nod, feeling flushed and disheartened. “Yeah, as I understand it, they take a big group out on a boat and then everyone snorkels in the same general area.” My cheeks are hot. My heart is hammering. Quickly, I add, “I shouldn’t have mentioned it. Let’s pretend I didn’t. The last thing you need is to be seen out in public with the ‘Horny Runaway Bride.’”
Roman rolls his eyes. “That’s not it, Iris. I just don’t like being herded around like cattle when I’m on vacation. I prefera bit more elbow room and privacy.” He slides his fingertip underneath my downturned chin and raises my face to his. “What I’m saying is I’d rather book someprivatedates for us this week than use your vouchers for group activities.”
Dates?Did I mishear that word or did Roman just now say he wants to take me out—multiple times—this coming week? “You’re sure you wouldn’t be too embarrassed to be seen with me in public?”
“I’d be proud to be seen with you.”
My shoulders relax. “My excursions are already paid for, though.”
“Don’t worry about that. Everything will be my treat.”
“Are you sure?”
“I am.” He slides his palm across my bare thigh, causing my clit to pulse and zing. “Is it settled, then? You’re staying here this whole week with me, and I’m going to show you a great time by day and night?”
I can barely breathe. “That sounds wonderful. If you’re sure.”
“I am. Now, come with me, my hot and homicidal little runaway bride. It feels like I’ve waited ten lifetimes to get inside you again. It’s high time for round two.”
Chapter 13
Roman
I’m still sweatyfrom my run on the beach, so I decide to multitask and fuck Iris in the shower. She’s clearly been traumatized by that viral video, fresh on the heels of being traumatized by her ex, so I’m hoping a shower might serve as a baptism of sorts for her. When Iris emerges from the hot water, I want her feeling relaxed, recharged, and renewed—and ready to jump into a week of fun and fuckery with a clean slate.
I place a condom on the bathroom counter for easy access and turn on the hot water. Pre-cum is already beading on my hard cock. My blood feels like it’s simmering. Everything about this woman turns me on, but now that I know I’m the first guy to get her off, based on what I overheard of that phone call between Iris and her friends, I’m even more ravenous for her than the first time around.
We’re both naked now. Steam is filling the bathroom.
I lead Iris into the blue-tiled shower and position her under the hot stream of water. As Iris gets pelted on her neck and shoulders, I run my palms over her slick, wet skin and kiss her deeply, letting the tip of my hard cock brush against her belly as my mouth devours hers. As our kiss intensifies, I stroke between her legs—and then, massage her hard, swollen clit around and around—until soon, as easy as pie, she’s coming against my fingers with a loud, sexy growl.
When she comes down from her release, I guide one of her feet to rest on a tile bench, fully opening her pussy to me. And then, as hot water rakes over my back, I kneel down and devour Iris Benedetto till she’s screaming my name and coming so hardagainst my hungry lips, I’m momentarily disoriented and dizzy with lust.
My breathing ragged, I grab the condom from the sink’s ledge like a lifeline and furiously roll it on. When I return to Iris in the shower, I’m a man possessed. I smash her into the tile wall and plunge myself inside her from behind and fuck her so hard, I can’t help growling with every beastly thrust.
As my pleasure spirals higher and higher, I reach around and finger her clit; the effect on her is immediate and obvious—she’s unleashed.
“Oh, God, Roman,” she chokes out. “Yes, yes, yes.”
It takes all my willpower, but when Iris’s body clamps tightly around my cock—the sensation that signals an impending orgasm—I force myself to pull out so I won’t come with her, since I want to keep going for as long as possible. And thank God for that, because when Iris has an orgasm mere seconds later, it’s a screaming, writhing avalanche of pleasure my body wouldn’t have been able to withstand—one that sends her entire body quaking like she’s having a seizure.
