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)
“I’m on the pill,” I whisper breathlessly. Now that I’m here to stay, I want to feel Roman inside me with nothing between us.
With a guttural groan, Roman guides me on top of him, and I take every inch of him inside me. As Roman’s body stretches and fills mine, we both react loudly to the primal sensation.
He’s got one hand cupping my breast and the other rubbing my clit in slow circles as I move slowly on top of him, gazing into his eyes with every gyration. In this position, he’s reaching new depths inside me, literally and figuratively. So much so, I’m seeing stars. Talk about getting scrambled. Damn.
As my pleasure rises and my body grinds on top of his, Roman whispers all kinds of dirty talk into my ear. He tells me how gorgeous I am. How amazing I feel. He says I’m tight, warm, and wet. That he’s waited a lifetime to get to feel this “heaven” again. It’s all hot, hot, hot, of course. A complete turn-on. But it’s what Roman says when I’m teetering on the edge of an orgasm that gets me going the most: “I love you, baby.”
At the sound of the words I’ve been dying to hear, my body releases forcefully. “I love you, too,” I grit out, as my orgasm consumes me.
As pleasure rockets through me, Roman shudders violently and releases inside me with a loud roar that sends goosebumps skating across my skin.
When his body stops quaking, Roman takes a moment to collect himself before pulling me to his face for a long, deep kiss. When our kiss finally ends, he presses his forehead to mine and smiles from ear to ear. “This house feels like a home, now that you’re here.” He nuzzles his nose to mine. “I love you, Iris.”
Love. Elation. Joy. All of them have been slamming into me like a tsunami, ever since he said those magic words. “Even when you’re not having an orgasm?” I tease.
Roman laughs. “All the time.”
I kiss his cheek. “That’s good, because it would have been highly inconvenient to have to stroke your dick every single time I wanted to hear you say, ‘I love you.’ I mean, I would have done it. Don’t get me wrong. But how exhausting.”
Roman chuckles and runs a fingertip down my naked back. “Trust me, you’ll be hearing it a lot, every day. No dick stroking required.”
I touch his stubbled cheek. “I’ve been dying to say it to you. I just didn’t want to say it first.”
“I’ve been dying to say it, too.”
I bite my lip, trying to decide if I should risk dampening the mood by asking the question that’s been on the tip of my tongue ever since I laid eyes on Vanessa at the airport. Finally, I decide there’s no time like the present, especially now that we’ve exchanged “I love yous.”
I slide off Roman and lie down on my back. “How come it didn’t work out with you and Vanessa?”
Roman lies next to me and pulls me close. “Is that why you were quiet in the car—because you were wondering about that?”
I nod sheepishly.
“Why didn’t you ask me then?”
“I didn’t want you to think I’m jealous. I’m not. I’m confused. She’s stunning and she seems nice, too—and you have a child together. So, why not at least try to make it work with her? Did you? If so, what happened?”
Roman strokes my hair and looks deeply into my eyes. “No, I never tried to make it work with her. Vanessa is a good person. Mostly. At her core.” He chuckles. “But she’s very money driven. I mean, so am I, so I guess I can’t fault her for that. But . . .” He pauses to think. “I guess the easiest way to explain it is: She’s not you. I didn’t know it then, but I’ve been waiting for you my whole life, Iris. Waiting to feel like I feel when I’m with you. Somehow, my heart has always known you were out there somewhere. I just needed to be patient and wait for you to show up.”
I resist the urge to roll my eyes. That was an incredibly romantic speech, but I can’t help thinking it’s not the full truth. And full honesty is what I’m after here so I can release any and all anxiety about this topic and hurtle myself, headlong, into my new life with Roman. Why didn’t he ask Vanessa to move in with him, like he’s asked me, as soon as he found out she was carrying his child? Or, hell, maybe he did, and it didn’t work out?
Roman laughs at whatever skepticism he’s seeing on my face. “You think I’m full of shit?”
“No, I . . . I appreciate the sentiment. That was a romantic thing to say. But I’m not looking for platitudes. I really want to understand why you didn’t at least try to make it work with the mother of your child. She’s gorgeous, Roman. I’m sorry to keep probing here, but if I don’t ask you about this now, and get an answer that makes sense to me, I think I’ll lose my nerve and always wonder.”