He leans down and kisses me, and sexual arousal instantly consumes me.
I take a deep breath to muster my courage and ask, “So, are we finally gonna have sex or what?”
Roman chuckles. “You noticed that, huh?”
I giggle with him. “Was it some kind of master plan or a simple matter of logistics?”
“It was a master plan, helped along by logistics.”
“Why, though?”
“Going in, I knew sex with you was fire—the best sex of my life. So, I promised myself I’d hold off while in Orchard Blossom to make sure whatever decision I made came from my heart and head, and not my dick.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Decision?About what?”
“You’re here, Iris. I think that’s pretty clear.”
“Not necessarily.” My heart is thumping.Say it, Roman. Please. Say it first.
His Adam’s apple bobs. “You’ve got my whole heart, Iris, right along with my whole dick—which, by the way, is so fucking hard for you, I’m in physical pain.”
It’s not an “I love you.” But given how horny I’m feeling, it will have to do for now.
“I’m right there with you. Let’s put an end to our torture.” Smiling wickedly, I pull him to me, and we kiss passionately. And a moment later, we’re naked and ravenously making out in his large, luxurious bed. In record time, I’m wet and throbbing for him—aching for him to burrow inside me—and based on the river of slick wetness on Roman’s tip, he’s plainly aching for me in the same way.
“I’m on the pill,” I whisper breathlessly. Now that I’m here to stay, I want to feel Roman inside me with nothing between us.
With a guttural groan, Roman guides me on top of him, and I take every inch of him inside me. As Roman’s body stretches and fills mine, we both react loudly to the primal sensation.
He’s got one hand cupping my breast and the other rubbing my clit in slow circles as I move slowly on top of him, gazing into his eyes with every gyration. In this position, he’s reaching new depths inside me, literally and figuratively. So much so, I’m seeing stars. Talk about getting scrambled.Damn.
As my pleasure rises and my body grinds on top of his, Roman whispers all kinds of dirty talk into my ear. He tells me how gorgeous I am. How amazing I feel. He says I’m tight, warm, and wet. That he’s waited a lifetime to get to feel this “heaven” again. It’s all hot, hot, hot, of course. A complete turn-on. But it’s what Roman says when I’m teetering on the edge of an orgasm that gets me going the most: “I love you, baby.”
At the sound of the words I’ve been dying to hear, my bodyreleases forcefully. “I love you, too,” I grit out, as my orgasm consumes me.
As pleasure rockets through me, Roman shudders violently and releases inside me with a loud roar that sends goosebumps skating across my skin.
When his body stops quaking, Roman takes a moment to collect himself before pulling me to his face for a long, deep kiss. When our kiss finally ends, he presses his forehead to mine and smiles from ear to ear. “This house feels like a home, now that you’re here.” He nuzzles his nose to mine. “I love you, Iris.”
Love. Elation. Joy. All of them have been slamming into me like a tsunami, ever since he said those magic words. “Even when you’re not having an orgasm?” I tease.
Roman laughs. “All the time.”
I kiss his cheek. “That’s good, because it would have been highly inconvenient to have to stroke your dick every single time I wanted to hear you say, ‘I love you.’ I mean, I would have done it. Don’t get me wrong. But how exhausting.”
Roman chuckles and runs a fingertip down my naked back. “Trust me, you’ll be hearing it a lot, every day. No dick stroking required.”
I touch his stubbled cheek. “I’ve been dying to say it to you. I just didn’t want to say it first.”
“I’ve been dying to say it, too.”
I bite my lip, trying to decide if I should risk dampening the mood by asking the question that’s been on the tip of my tongue ever since I laid eyes on Vanessa at the airport. Finally, I decide there’s no time like the present, especially now that we’ve exchanged “I love yous.”
I slide off Roman and lie down on my back. “How come it didn’t work out with you and Vanessa?”
Roman lies next to me and pulls me close. “Is that why you were quiet in the car—because you were wondering about that?”
I nod sheepishly.
