Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 113330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Roman grins as I walk toward him. “Hi there,” he says, sitting up onto his elbows.
“Hi,” I squeak out. “You look really good.”
“And you look like an angel sent straight from heaven.”
I snort. “Yeah, I bruised my tailbone when my wings malfunctioned on the way down, so please be gentle with me.” Shit. I always resort to humor when I’m nervous.
“Are you nervous, sweetheart?” Roman asks, apparently reading my mind. Crap. Maybe Kaylee and Tatiana were right, and I haven’t fooled this man at all.
“A little,” I admit. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to do this. I do.”
Roman moves into a kneeling position at the end of the bed, his cock filling the small space between our bodies. He slides a finger underneath my chin. “We can make out and do nothing more than that. We can put our clothes back on and talk again. Whatever you want to do. Like I said, my invitation to let you sleep here isn’t dependent on you having sex with me.”
My heart flutters, along with other parts of my anatomy. “I didn’t think that. I seduced you, remember?”
Roman smiles in a way that makes me blush.
“You don’t agree I seduced you?”
Roman’s smile broadens. “I think you’re very cute to think so.”
I’ve been trying hard to be sexy, so the comment stings a bit, even though it was delivered with a radiant smile.
“It’s a compliment,” Roman says quickly. “Sorry. Whatever. Yes, you seduced me, and it was awesome. You were saying?”
I clear my throat, feeling a bit flustered. “That it would help me if you’d take the lead.”
“It’d be my pleasure.” He strokes my hair and whispers, “Is this your first time, Iris?” So much for my sex kitten delusions. May they rest in peace. I’m embarrassed by the question, but I think it’s a fair one, all things considered. Roman has no idea I was supposed to get married yesterday. And I have several friends my age who are still virgins, each of them for their own reasons. These days, I think it’s very normal for women to be virgins well into their twenties and beyond.
“No, I’ve had sex before,” I reply. “Lots of times.” I decide to leave it at that. It’s not my general habit to answer questions succinctly. I’m a compulsive oversharer by nature. But this one time, I force myself to do it to preserve at least a shred of mystery. And what woman of mystery has only had sex with one boyfriend? “I really want to do this with you, Roman,” I insist. “It’s just that I’ve never had a one-night stand, per se, so it would be helpful if you’d take the lead.”
“Luckily, that’s my all-time favorite thing to do—taking the lead.” He skims his fingertips across the top ridge of my towel. “Can I take this off?”
My heart is racing, and my tongue feels thick in my mouth, so I nod slowly.
With hungry eyes, Roman loosens my towel, causing it to slide to the floor at my feet. Once I’m standing naked before him, his dark eyes rake over me, and his chest expands sharply before he leans in and kisses me again. When our kiss becomes passionate, his mouth travels south, at which point he kisses and laps at my breasts.
Holy crap.
As Roman’s mouth becomes more and more voracious, arousal begins flooding every nerve ending between my legs even more forcefully. So much so, I can’t help shivering, and then wobbling, in place with each movement of his tongue and lips. With each assured caress of his warm hands.
A tortured moan escapes my lips that surprises me. And then, a groan that shocks the hell out of me and prompts Roman to supply one of his own.
Roman slides his warm palms to my hips and trails kisses from my breasts down my belly until, finally, he pulls me onto the bed and lays me down on my back. Once I’m lying next to him and writhing with arousal, he begins kissing my mouth again, deeply this time, while brushing his fingertips up and down between my legs. In record speed, I’m so turned on, I can’t help whimpering and groaning into his mouth. I’ve never experienced foreplay this slow and hot. Actually, have I ever experienced foreplay at all? If this is how it’s supposed to go, then the answer to that question is an emphatic no.
As Roman’s tongue tangles with mine, he continues brushing his fingertips gently between my legs, up and down, but without ever going in for the kill. Occasionally, he lets his fingers drift to my inner thighs. To my hipbone. To my belly. But always, he returns to sweeping them up and down between my legs like he’s gently coaxing a shy flower to fully bloom.
Eventually, the tactic makes me so damned wet and horny, it’s all I can do not to grab his hand and shove his fingers inside me or wantonly beg him to fuck me. I’ve never felt this hungry to get penetrated before. This is a new sensation for me. I feel more animal than human.