“You okay?” he asked.
My voice was unsteady when I answered. “Yeah.”
I was more than okay. I had never experienced anything like that before.
Roman traced a path up my body, his warm hands gliding along my sides as he moved. “You’re incredible.”
My stomach tumbled, and I reached for him. My hands slid down into his hair, pulling him closer until his mouth was on mine.
The kiss was deep and hungry, and all I wanted was more.
Roman chuckled and pulled back, that talented tongue sliding over my top lip. “You are having a hard time obeying, huh?” he said with a wicked grin.
Before I could answer, he captured both my wrists and pinned them above my head.
I yelped as he claimed my mouth once more.
This kiss was different—hotter and hungrier. Roman kept one hand wrapped securely around my wrists while the other slid toward my chest, his palm warm and firm against my skin.
It was almost disorienting how fast the passion rebuilt between us.
But just as quickly, he was gone. I blinked up at him, head spinning. He sat back, dropping my wrists to tug his shirt over his head. He tossed it aside before his hands went to the waistband of his sweats.
I watched, enraptured as he stripped them off, kicking them aside. There was nothing left between us, and I gawked at the masterpiece of his body the way he had mine.
Roman was…pure art. The sight of his bare skin and the hard lines of muscle shifting as he moved made it impossible to look away.
I didn’t want to. My hands itched to touch, to caress the hard planes of him and feel the dark, enticing trail of hair across his chest. His biceps flexed as he settled back over me, begging me to grab onto them.
With an incredible amount of effort, my hands stayed where he put them.
A slow, knowing smile tugged at his mouth. “Like what you see?”
I licked my lips. “Always have.”
His expression darkened at the admission as he gripped my wrists. “Good.” Then he crashed his mouth to mine.
His lips were fervent and possessive as he kissed me like he meant to claim every breath I took. My pulse thundered in my ears as I shifted, my legs parting wider as he settled between them.
Roman broke the kiss, touching his forehead to mine. His thumb brushed across the inside of my wrist, where he held my hands captive.
“You drive me crazy.”
The roughness in his voice made my heart flutter.
I tilted my head, brushing my nose against his. “You started this.”
A low laugh rumbled out of him. “Did I?”
His free hand drifted down my side, fingertips grazing my skin and sending a wave of chills over me.
I moved beneath him, raising my hips, aching for him.
“Careful,” he murmured, voice low. “You keep moving like that and I’m going to lose what little control I’ve got left.”
The warning sent another rush through me.
Instead of stilling, I tugged at his firm grasp on my wrists. I wanted to touch him, and it wasn’t fair he wouldn’t let me. I didn’t care whether it hurt.
