I gasp, arching into his touch. “You’re going to go back to your room. Lie in bed. Think about my hands.” He increases the pressure and I nearly come off the bed. “Remember, you can’t touch yourself.”
“I can’t—two nights?—”
“You can. You will.” He looks down at me, eyes dark. “Because I can actually give you what no one else could.”
He’s right. Damn him, he’s right.
He works me right to the edge again—slower than yesterday, more deliberately, and when I’m trembling and gasping and so close I can almost taste it?—
He stops.
“No—Roman, please?—”
“Not yet.” He sits up, puts space between us. “Two more days.”
“Two more days?” My voice comes out strangled. “I can’t do two more days like this?—”
“Yes you can.” He helps me sit up, smooths my hair back. “Your body’s learning. I can feel it—you got there faster tonight. Less in your head. More in the moment.”
“I’m going to actually murder you.”
“Probably.” He leans forward, kisses me softly. Too softly for how wound up I am. “Go to bed, Moxie. Tomorrow’s Philadelphia.”
“Tomorrow you’ll be as desperate as you’re making me.”
“Looking forward to it.”
Philadelphia isthe last game of the road trip and I can’t remember the last time I slept.
Actually slept. Not the half-conscious tossing and turning where every shift of fabric feels like too much, where I wake up aching and frustrated and ready to murder Roman Varga with my bare hands.
Three nights. Three nights of him getting me so close I can taste it, then stopping. Then watching me with that satisfied smirk while I try not to combust.
I’m not wound tight. I’m a live wire. One touch away from short-circuiting completely.
And Roman? Roman looks like he’s having the time of his life. Like his body isn’t screaming at him the way mine is. Like he didn’t spend last night with his fingers inside me, his mouth on my neck, whispering filthy promisesbefore walking away.
Then he glances over and catches me staring.
His mouth curves up. Just slightly.
Bastard.
On the plane I text him a passage fromTied Up in Overtimewhere the coach makes the heroine come three times before he even gets undressed.
He just made her come three times. Must be nice.
Roman
That’s called a hat trick, Moxie
Also, patience
I’ve been patient for THREE DAYS
Roman
And you’ll thank me tomorrow when you finally understand what your body can do
