“I have more,” he says, stepping back but I grab onto his sweatshirt. His eyes meet mine and I shake my head once, holding his gaze.
“I’d rather you kiss me again.”
“That, I can do.”
He steps between my legs, hands going right back to my hips, his lips meeting mine. He groans into my mouth, his tongue soft and sweet against mine. I’m hard and aching and want this man in a way I haven’t wanted anyone.
I’m not a virgin, but I’m not very experienced either. My whole life is figure skating, and it doesn’t leave room for much else. But that doesn’t mean I don’t know what I want, because trust me, I do.
“I want you,” I whisper, gripping onto his sweatshirt.
He’s panting as he looks down at me. “Are you sure?”
“So sure.” I look around the room. “Do you… have condoms?” I ask.
“No,” he says, and disappointment hits me hard. “But Connor does.”
He smirks and I breathe out a sigh of relief.
Roman kisses me again, before pulling away and saying, “Stay right here.”
He heads into the room on the left and comes back a moment later. I have no idea what he did, but when he steps between my legs again, he kisses me deeper, pressing his body against mine. He’s hard and warm and I can’t get enough. His hands are on my hips again and I’m realizing how much I like it. It’s possessive in a way that’s turning me on. They slide under my thighs, and then he’s lifting me with ease.
My arms go around his neck, wrapping my legs around his waist, kissing him as he walks me somewhere. It’s just a moment before I’m being placed on a bed, his heavy body leaning over me.
I tug on the bottom of his sweatshirt. “Take this off. Please, let me see you.”
He moves back, standing on his feet, and pulls the sweatshirt off, along with the t-shirt under it. I lift myself up on my elbows and take in his gorgeous body.
“I’ve been dreaming about this,” I say, taking in his abs and chest and arms. He’s so masculine, exactly as I pictured him to be. There’s hair along his chest, running down the center of his abdomen and circling around his belly button before continuing even lower. “You’re so hot, Roman.”
He smirks then comes back down on top of me, his lips finding mine. He grinds against me as I thrust up against him, wanting so much more, but loving this just the same. Feeling him, listening to him, getting to know him. I don’t want this to end. There’s no need to rush it. We have all night.
Yes, he has morning skate tomorrow, and I have practice, but the night is still early. We have time.
So much time.
At least for tonight.
Chapter Thirteen
Roman
Nico is small but firm beneath me, his body solid and perfect against mine, like we were made to fit together.
His whimpers are soft and sweet as I kiss him, his cock hard. I want so much more from him, but I’m going at his pace. I don’t want to rush this. I want him to call the shots. I’ll do whatever he wants, even if that’s nothing. If he told me to stop right this second, I would. Whatever he wants.
“Roman,” he moans when I move my mouth to his neck, kissing and licking carefully. I don’t want to leave a mark, but I want to hear him moan for me again. “Roman, please…”
“Tell me what you want, Nico.”
“You,” he breathes out. “Fuck me. Please.”
I smile against his neck, pressing a soft kiss before looking him in the eye. “You sure?”
He runs his fingers down my chest and over my stomach, his gaze following before flicking back up to me. “Absolutely.”
I kiss him again, softly. “You have too many clothes on.”
