I begin to lean against the railing, but she corners me, pressing her lips against mine. With her hands in my hair, she kisses me with searing intensity.
My mouth moves against hers, and our tongues tangle together insistently.
I need her more than I need my next breath.
The time it takes to pay the check and take the car back to the hotel is excruciating.
As soon as we are in the room, I’m barking orders.
“Get your ass to that bedroom. Right. Now.”
I follow her there, unzipping her dress along the way. When she spins around to face me, she pulls the straps off her shoulders and lets it fall to her feet.
She now stands in front of me in red lace underwear and clear sky-high heels. Red lipstick still stains her plump lips.
Something comes over me. I want to worship every single inch of her tonight.
“Lie down on the bed for me,” I say through the thickness in my throat.
She does as I asked while I strip myself down to my boxers. I grab her right foot, noticing the light-pink nail polish on her delicate toes. I press my lips against the center of her toes, then move to the arch of her foot.
She watches me, her breaths becoming shallow. My lips move up her shin to her inner thigh. Every couple of kisses, I gently press my tongue against her skin.
I move along her bikini line, kissing around her panties. Then move to the other side and make my way back down to her other foot.
She is starting to writhe and squirm beneath me, but I’m undeterred. I want to taste all of her.
I climb over her and kiss her lips for a fleeting moment, then move down her neck to her collarbone. Her shoulder. Her arm. Hand. Fingers. Then repeat it all on the other side.
“Roman,” she pants when I make it back up to her collarbone.
“Yes, baby?” I respond softly, then pull back her bra and suck her nipple into my mouth.
She lets out a soft, breathy sound. Half moan, half sigh. I do the same thing to her other nipple.
Once I’ve had my fill of her breasts, I trail kisses down her belly, skimming her side and hip until I land at the top of her panties. I tease around the edge as I scoot down between her legs, licking the area around her panties.
“Roman, please. I need …”
“Tell me, what do you need from me?”
“You.”
“What part of me do you need, baby?” I drawl slowly, enjoying the effect I’m having on her now.
“You, Roman. I needyouinside of me,” she replies in a plea, like if I don’t honor her request, she might lose it.
She’s not the only one hanging on by a thread. I strip myself of my boxers and brace myself on top of her, elbows on the bed. She grabs my dick and places it at her entrance. I push in all the way in one fast thrust.
We moan in unison, my forehead meeting hers. Fear begins to choke me as the strength of my feelings for her hit me. I push them aside, looking down at her innocent eyes. Right now, I’m going to enjoy every second of my time with her in this beautiful city.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Eva
“What do you mean, you’re second-guessing saying anything?” Jessie asks as we walk around the store.
I stop at a black shirt with lace sleeves. It’s cute. Roman would love it. Shit. This is exactly why I should be ending things with him. He’s always on my mind. Everything I do, I’m wondering what he would think or remembering a conversation we had.