Page 18 of Teaching Roman

Chapter Nine

Roman carriedme through the patio doors, not breaking our kiss, and ran into very little furniture considering it was pitch black but for the moonlight. Meanwhile I explored the undiscovered territory under his shirt. My fingers traveled along his abs, pushing the fabric up until my hands landed on a set of cut pectorals, dusted with hair that I wanted to twist my fingers through. Before I realized what I was doing, I’d pulled away from his lips and nipped into the rock hard flesh. Roman let out a surprised yelp, but when I dared to look him in the eyes, his were blazing.

“You like that, Jessica?” he growled, and my hips bucked closer to him involuntarily.

“I guess I do,” I said, but it came out more like a purr. Not only did I like it, I wanted to do it again. Almost as much as I wanted him to throw me down on the bed or slam me into a wall.

Jess was a good girl in bed. She had two tried and true positions. She never bothered with lingerie or props. She came half of the time and faked the other half so she didn’t hurt Brett’s feelings. Jess thought sex was okay.

But Jessica, it seemed, had an entirely different outlook on sex. She didn’t have a list of approved positions or acceptable sexual acts. Jessica wanted to sink her teeth into Roman and go all night. I didn’t know this Jessica, but I liked her.

I felt like someone else with Roman’s arms wrapped around my body and when he kissed me senseless, I responded with the frenzy of a pent-up animal. Digging my nails into his skin, I smashed my lips against his, running my tongue along the back of his teeth like I’d imagined. My hands tangled into his hair, and Roman moaned against my mouth, his hands tightening on my ass. His lips fell to my throat as he trailed kisses up my neck, stopping at my ear. His breath was heavy and hot as he asked, “Are you sure about this?”

Catching his chin in my hand, I brought his gaze to meet mine and then kissed him hard on the mouth. “Positive. Now take me to bed.”

He didn’t need further prodding. A second later, he released me onto the bed and I fell back against the pillow just as he swooped over me. He hovered close enough that his body skimmed mine, and I dropped my legs open, allowing him to settle against me. We were still fully clothed, but every inch of me burned for him, and the fire smoldered through my limbs, pooling in my core.

Roman’s mouth traced down my jaw and then he caught my earlobe between his teeth.

Emissaries of pleasure shot through my skin and burst in a single pang between my legs. Two seconds later, I had his shirt off and my teeth in him. His hand shot up and caught my wrist pinning it over my head.

“Slow down,” he warned me. “We have all night.”

“We have one week,” I said. His lips closed over mine and I arched into him, hooking my fingers into the back of his jeans. We made out until my lips were swollen and hot and neither of us could catch our breath. But his hands never travelled past my neck or the small of my back as though he was sticking to established safe zones.

Roman rolled off of me, and I immediately missed the pressure of his body.

“We’re not thinking this through,” he said between pants.

“Is that why you won’t touch me?” I asked him. “Because I think it’s safe to say I’ve given you an all clear.”

He shifted on to his side, propping himself up on his elbow. “That doesn’t mean I should cross the line.”

“That’s exactly what it means,” I said.

“Jess—” he started but I sat up and whipped off my sundress before he could finish his sentence.

“Yes?” I prompted as my fingers unclasped my bra and let it slide off me.

“I forgot what I was saying.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Little less conversation?”

Roman hooked an arm around my waist and I crashed into him. Our mouths collided again, tongues tangling fiercely, as his hands ran along my bare back. I pushed him against the bed and slung my left leg over to straddle him.

“You’re beautiful,” he said, staring up at me. Jess would have blushed, but Jessica grabbed his hands and placed them over her breasts.

“Line’s crossed, governor,” I said in a British accent.

Roman's face split into a grin. “And the ice is officially broken.”

“I’d say the next step is that you lose those pants,” I suggested.

He wavered for a second before he reached down to shove them off. I helped him and a moment later, only two flimsy layers of underwear separated us. My fingers found the band of his boxers, leaving only my thin panties.

“Getting warmer,” he said.

My hips gyrated against him, ready to lose the last boundary we had between us, but instead of rushing to pull them off, Roman urged me down to him. This time when we kissed, his hands swept lightly over my breasts, catching my nipples and rolling them between his fingertips. A whimper escaped me and he bit my lip, sending a surge of desire pulsing through my clit.