“Maybe I want you to,” I challenged.
His gaze flicked over me, like he was searching for a lie. His fingers grazed along my thigh, his thumb tracing circles as the space between us grew thick with anticipation. “You sure about this?”
I didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”
He leaned down and kissed me—slow at first, then deeper as he reached between us, guiding himself.
The first movements stole the air from my lungs. I felt the unfamiliar stretch of him and the instinct to squeeze my eyes shut flashed through me, but I forced them open.
I focused on him.
As he moved, the sounds Roman made were intoxicating. His fingers tightened around my wrists as he found a rhythm.
He was stunning like this—completely mesmerizing. The muscles in his jaw flexed as he inhaled through his teeth, his brow furrowing as if he were holding back.
When his eyes slid closed, as if the sensation was too much for him, I said his name softly.
His head tilted, but he didn’t open them.
“Look at me, Roman.”
I wanted to see those beautiful slate-blue eyes.
He opened them slowly, and when they found mine, there was so much there—so many emotions swirling beneath the surface that I couldn’t begin to distinguish them all.
Except for one.
It shimmered in his gaze like a penny glinting at the bottom of a wishing well. I could just make it out beneath the ripples of turmoil and lust.
Love.
The realization sent a chill racing down my spine because somewhere deep inside me, I thought I felt it too. My own glimmering token ready to be given away the moment he asked for it.
Roman tilted closer until our noses touched, but he didn’t kiss me. We simply stared at each other, our breaths hot and mingling in the small space between us as he moved at a punishing, aching rhythm.
Oh God.
It built again—the tightness, the pressure climbing higher inside me.
A soft moan slipped from my lips.
Roman answered with a low growl.
His free hand slid behind my knee, bending my leg up, and the new angle sent stars bursting across my vision.
I cried out his name.
Roman’s head dropped into the curve of my neck as a deep groan tore from his chest, his movements quickening, driving the tension up until I trembled beneath him.
I couldn’t hold it back anymore.
My cry tore free as the sensation crashed through me a second time, brighter and hotter than the first. I sank my teeth into his shoulder by instinct, trying to muffle the sound.
Roman followed moments later, his body shuddering above mine as he buried his face in the crook of my neck.
As the pulsing waves receded, and our heartbeats slowed in time with our labored gasps, I wrapped both my legs around his hips, pulling him tighter against me in the only way that I could. His nails bit into my wrists, as he placed a soft kiss at the sensitive place behind my ear.
I shuddered, skin slick with sweat and the scent of Roman Ramsey. I didn’t want to pull away. I never wanted to let him go.
