Chapter 9
They strolled awayfrom the hotel in near silence. Violet didn’t want to pinch herself, nor did she want to wake up if this was all a dream. This wasn’t how she’d planned her life. Not even close. She figured she’d find some plain guy, might be a little geeky, but he would be a devoted man to her and any children they might have. They’d live in a quaint little home in a middle-class neighborhood. They would attend get-togethers for holidays and barbecues during the summer. But with Roman? No white picket fence for him. They’d be right in the middle of all the action. It would be a life filled with excitement and unknowns. Something to keep her on her toes at all times. He’d push her boundaries. Make her reach for the stars while also learning more about herself.
She glanced up him. It’d be a fearful life as well. One where she wondered how many of the groupies would come at her. How many would tell her out of jealousy that he already fucked them, and she was a pet project of his for now. Others wouldn’t care if he was in a relationship with her; they’d still put their hands all over him, probably hope she caught them too.
Violet stiffened beside him, and he slowed down. He peered at her, a quizzical look on his face.
“It’s nothing,” she said. “I think I twisted my ankle a little on a pebble or something. Let’s keep going.” She smiled up at him and made a show of adjusting her ankle.
“Are you sure? I could carry you.”
Oh sure, just what she didn’t need, him carrying her. It would only draw more attention to the fact that they were completely mismatched. “Yeah, I’m good.”
The neon lights of the lounges and hotels colored his features, making it impossible to see if he believed her or not. “All right,” he answered. “We’re almost there anyway.” He pulled her to his side as they strolled down the block until they stopped in front of a small Latin bar. “Here we are. You going to be okay to dance tonight?”
“As long as you don’t mind me stepping on your toes, I’ll be fine.” For now, she would put her fears out of her mind and enjoy her time with him. Going home would come soon enough, and she didn’t want her worries to taint the rest of their date. She could explain the doubts and what-ifs to him later. Much, much later.
“Don’t fret, Violet. By the time we get out on the floor, you won’t have a chance to worry about your feet.” He paid the cover at the door and dragged her over the threshold and into the club.
The sound of Latin music and the scent of spicy food filled her senses. All around her, people moved to the music, their bodies interwoven in the most sensual of beats. Others sat at small round tables talking and drinking, taking in the other amenities the club had to offer.
“Wow.” Shock and a little bit of awe filled her as she glanced around the lounge. “This place is amazing.”
“I thought you might like it. The owner is actually a friend of mine. I do all his work when he comes to Los Angeles.” Roman maneuvered her through the club and over to a vacant table. “So, what would you like to drink?”
“I don’t know. I want to try something new,” she said, tapping her foot to the music.
“Hmm, something different.” He narrowed his eyes, leaning into her. “Do you trust me?”
“Well, yeah. Why?”
“I’ll be right back.” He sauntered away, leaving her at the table.
The sexual heat exuding from the patrons added to the sensations already overwhelming her body. No way people should be that blatant on the dance floor. Or that beautiful. “It’s almost as though they’re having sex out there.”
The couple closest to the table ground against each other, and when he spun his partner into another move, she straddled his thigh. Her hips swayed back and forth while she ran her finger through her hair. A wide grin curled her lips before a bubble of laughter drifted over the music.
“Incredible.”
“See anything you like,” Roman murmured, coming up behind Violet.
“Lots of things,” she answered, closing her eyes when he kissed her temple.
“Oh, and what would that be?” He came around her and deposited two shot glasses and a bottle of top-shelf tequila on the table.
“The dancing. It’s sensual and intoxicating.” She picked up the glass after Roman poured some of the tequila in it. “So, what’s the plan?”
He lifted his glass and grinned. “For every shot of tequila we drink, we dance.”
“That’s not so bad,” she said. How many times can the man dance before getting tired?
“We’ll see.” Roman swallowed his shot and held out his hand. “Let’s go.”
Violet drank down her tequila and took his hand. “Lead the way.”
A new song started seconds before they hit the floor, and already Roman’s hips were moving. He grabbed her around the waist, pulling her to him while he moved. Each step was fluid, following the beat. For all her worry, she kept up with him, swaying to the rhythm of the music. He spun her around and palmed her ass, grinding her pelvis against his. With his leg between her thighs, the shift in their movement made her body tingle. Her nipples turned to hard peaks, and her clit throbbed while her cream dampened her panties. No wonder the other woman was so happy.
“Having fun?” he purred, dipping her. His gray gaze bored into hers while his lips hovered over the V in her dress.
“Maybe,” she answered, giving him a devilish grin.
“Then I need to do my job better.” He kissed the valley between her breasts. “Another shot.”
Violet giggled as he tugged her off the dance floor and back to their table, where he promptly poured her another shot and told her to drink.
One dance turned to three, and by the fourth the buzz running through her relaxed her body more than she’d ever allowed. Roman gripped her hips, pulling her in the direction he wanted her to go. The sexual tension between them built with each dance to the point where all she could focus on was the hard press of his erection against her lower belly. Her fingers threaded through his hair as she pulled him down to her. She pressed her lips to his while they rocked to the music.
The taste of alcohol and spice hit her taste buds, and she moaned, deepening the kiss. She made love to his mouth, savoring every second as she teased him. His arms wrapped around her, holding her to him. He took control of the kiss, nibbling on her bottom lip before suckling it. He plundered her senses, leaving her reeling. Pleasure hummed through her system, sensitizing her body. She needed him. Wanted to be naked with him. The man she’d stared at so many times from afar stood before her, ripe for the picking. All she had to do was reach out and pluck him from the vine.
“I didn’t realize,” she murmured, not even sure what she wanted to say.
Roman laughed and tugged her close. “A speechless Violet. Too bad I don’t have a camera right now,” he teased.
“Ass,” she muttered, then laughed. “You’re pretty all right when you don’t open your mouth.”
“Thanks, I think,” he answered, picking her up and cradling her in his arms.
“Roman,” she screeched. “Put me down.”
“Sorry, sweetheart. I’m on a mission.”
They headed out of the bar, leaving the bottle of tequila on the table.
With determined strides, he continued down the sidewalk. “You walking in those fuck-me heels is going to slow me down.”
“Jeez, if I didn’t know any better, I’d swear you think you’re getting laid tonight or something.”
“Could be. Or I need to piss.”
Violet laughed and shook her head.
“Well, we have had five shots of tequila. So, in all essence, I could.”
“Uh-huh, sure.” The doorman of their hotel held open the door, and she smiled at the man. “Thank you. He’s in a hurry to get laid.”
“Minx, I should spank your butt for that,” Roman muttered, pushing the button on the elevator. When the bell dinged, he stepped inside and set her down. “You’re in so much trouble now.” He crowded her into the corner of the car, pinning her to the wall. His gaze gleamed with intent. “So much fucking trouble.”
Roman’s finger skimmed up her leg under her dress, and he cupped her hip, tilting her toward him. As he leaned in for a kiss, his fingertips caressed a path across her lower belly to tease the band of her panties. She arched to him, giving over without hesitation while he laid kisses across her jaw and down her neck. Lust and desire coiled deep inside her, causing adrenaline to course through her veins. The anticipation of what would come drove her insane.
He gripped the lace of her thong and yanked, pulling the thin barely there material from her body. Stuffing them into the back pocket of his pants, he lifted her a bit more, then ran his fingers through her slick folds. “So fucking wet. I want a taste.” He went to his knees before her. He wrapped her legs over his shoulders and growled.
“Roman,” she whimpered when his tongue grazed her clit. “We’re going to get caught.” A shudder worked through her as he pushed his tongue into her pussy.
“Let them watch.” He groaned. “Let them see a man eating the juiciest pussy he’s ever had the pleasure of tasting. A man brought to his knees in thanksgiving for the chance to pleasure you.”
Pure poetry fell from his lips, only inflaming the desire coursing through her. “You’re a smooth talker.”
“I’m just getting started.” He ran his tongue over her clit again, swirling around the hard nub, then drawing it into his mouth. He sucked on her. Nibbled and laved her clit until she felt as though she’d combust. “Come for me, Violet.”
Adding a finger, then a second to his ministrations, he pushed her headlong into her release. She dug her fingers into his thick, luscious hair, holding herself steady while her hips bucked against his mouth. The sounds of wet slurping filled the car as her cry of satisfaction mingled with them.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” Vi mumbled. The elevator signaled that they’d arrived at their destination as she came down from the rush of adrenaline crashing through her.
Roman pulled away slowly and smiled up at her while running his tongue over his bottom lip. “What a way to die,” he whispered.
* * * *
Roman needed to takea breath. Violet was alive in his arms like she had been on the dance floor and in the water. For all her worry about stepping on his feet, she’d floated around him, keeping up without a problem. Carefree Violet was a blast to be around, and damn, did she turn him on. His dick had been hard for more than half the night, and each time she’d brushed his erection with her hips, he’d sucked in a breath. Watching her come apart with such wild abandon turned him on even more.
Pressing her to his room door, he fished the key out of his pocket while kissing her once again. He couldn’t keep his hands off her. He was impatient to see her naked again so he could memorize all her curves and erogenous zones. To know her completely before she left his bed in the morning. He needed to make sure she knew this wasn’t a one-night stand for him. He wanted her. He’d admitted as much the whole time they were together, but he could tell she really didn’t believe him. The little hesitation on the way to the club hadn’t been a pebble or a twisted ankle. She was worried. His reputation preceded him; Roman knew it. But he’d give it all up for her.
Didn’t she know he’d pined for her for as long as she pined for him? Prove it, idiot. Make her realize you want her for the rest of her life. It’s the only way she’ll understand.
Once the door to the room opened, he led her inside. He prowled after her, stalking her while the door closed behind them with a snick. Violet jumped slightly at the sound. She stilled, and he knew even though he wanted to own her body in every sense of the word, he had to take his time.
“Nervous, sweetheart?”
She nodded. “I haven’t had sex in a long time.”
“We can take this slow, baby. I promise,” he murmured.
“I don’t want to. I want you, but...” She turned away from him.
“You’re worried you’ll become another notch in my bedpost,” he said, coming up behind her. He caressed her shoulders. “You can never be a notch. You’re too precious for that shit. I know I told you I wanted you and I wanted a relationship with you. But it would seem you need more than words. You need actions to back them up.” Roman turned her to face him. “I aim to show you how much I crave you and mean to keep you in my life. Hell, I aim to do it all the time.”
He reached behind her and pulled the zipper of her dress down, then tugged slightly, allowing the fabric to fall to the floor. He released the clasp on her bra and watched it fall to the floor before he pinched her nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger.
“Roman,” she whimpered.
He continued to tease and roll her nipples into stiff peaks. “Mmm. Yes, baby?” he crooned, placing kisses down her neck.
“You-you’re touching me.” Her breath hitched, and she let out a shaky sigh when he slid his palm down her belly.
“Well, in order for us to have sex, I’m supposed to fondle and caress you. I did it yesterday too.” He chuckled. “Do you like it?”
“Oh yes.” She groaned. “Am I supposed to confess how long I’ve dreamed of you doing this to me?”
“Sure,” he said, running his fingers across the top of her mound.
“A long time.” She sighed. “I’m scared. I know it’s stupid because we’ve already...you know.” Her honesty tugged at his heart, and he stilled. “But this feels...real. Important. Life altering.”
“There’s nothing to be afraid of. This is the beginning of forever for us.” Roman pulled her to him. “I won’t let anything happen that you don’t want, I promise.”
Violet swallowed hard and reached out to unbutton his shirt with tremulous fingers. “I know you won’t hurt me. I’m seeing you fully naked for the first time,” she said.
“We should be naked all the time. You’ve got a kick-ass body.” To prove his point, he gathered her into his arms and leaned in, running his tongue over her nipple. “Mmm. You taste good too.” He licked her again before drawing the pebble into his mouth to suck on.
Her back arched to him, pushing more of her succulent flesh into his mouth. Shit, he could get lost in her. So soft and giving, he knew he should take his time with her, but something told him she also needed it hard and fast. Later. Right now, it’s essential I take my time. He switched to her other breast as he ran his hands all over her.
“Oh God,” she moaned, parting her legs when he teased the strip of curls covering her sex.
“I love hearing you calling me God, but it’s Roman.” His fingertips slid through her slick folds, and he groaned. “So wet. You like having your nipples played with, don’t you?”
Violet nodded and whimpered, pushing her sex into to his hand.
“Well, who am I to deny you?” He went back to petting and playing with her pussy while alternating from one breast to the other, sucking on her nipples.
By the time he pulled back, she was panting. Her cheeks were flushed with arousal, and her eyes were glazed in pleasure. “Don’t stop,” she whined.
“Never.”
* * * *
Drowning.
Violet felt herself drowning on the raw emotions flickering in Roman’s gaze. She stood before him, his chest rising and falling in quick inhales and exhales as she finished unbuttoning his shirt. Pushing the garment from his shoulders, she stared at the expanse of his chest. Her mouth watered. Just a taste. She licked her lips, then flicked her tongue over the hollow of his throat and groaned. Salty with a hint of musk. She licked him once more before kissing a path between his pecs. His hand cupped the back of her head, and a tortured growl passed his lips.
“Violet.” He grunted when she sucked on each ridge of his muscles. “Slow down. What happened to taking our time?”
“Taste too good,” she muttered. Violet flicked the indent of his navel, then dragged her tongue down his happy trail.
“Holy shit, girl.” He grunted. “You’re going to make me come like this. And that’ll really embarrass me.”
She laughed. “I’d say I was sorry, but we both know I’m not.” She made quick work of his belt and the clasp holding his pants in place. Where her bravado came from, she didn’t know, but she wouldn’t question it. Right now, she didn’t want to be the scared girl anymore. When his slacks finally fell to the floor, she grumbled about his underwear being in the way. A man like him should always go commando. His cock sprang into view after she pulled the cotton material out of the way.
“Wait.” He walked over to the bedside table and grabbed a condom. “Just until I can prove I’m clean.” He handed the small disk to her, and she opened it. She rolled it over his cock, and he groaned.
“I understand,” she said, staring up at him. She stroked him once. “Fuck.” Her voice took on a breathy quality as she examined his erection. “Every inch of you is perfect. I swear, you should be illegal.”
A strangled bark of laughter filled the room as she took the head of his dick into her mouth. “Fuck,” he cursed. “Take it, Violet. I know you want to.”
Oh, she did too. He tasted of sin and nefarious intentions. If there were ever a flavor for a bad boy, it would be named after Roman. She lapped at his tip. Then she ran her tongue down to the base of his shaft and back up so she could tease the sensitive flesh at the underside of the crest. His murmured encouragements spurred her on. She bobbed her head, swallowing around him on every downstroke. His body tensed under her, and his fingers gripped the short ends of her hair, trying desperately to hold her in place.
“Gonna come.” He panted. “Fuck.”
Violet took him to the back of her throat, and when his tip touched her soft palate, she swallowed one more time.
His harsh shout accompanied the first blast of his release. “Ah shit.” He groaned. “So fucking sweet.”
Tears sprang out of the corners of her eyes by the time he pulled out. Never had she experienced something so titillating or exciting. She licked her lips while staring into his lust-filled gaze.
“You’re in so much trouble tonight,” he said while discarding the used condom. Crushing his lips to hers, he feasted on her as he crossed the room to the bed.
The soft overstuffed comforter met the backs of her knees, then her ass as he laid her out. He climbed up between her legs with predatory grace. Waves of intensity rolled off him as he mounted her body like a wild animal. Bunny. You’re the fucking bunny. His lips split in a feral grin seconds before he dipped his head and ran his tongue up her stomach. She writhed and arched to him in hopes of directing his touch. Unfortunately, he had other plans.
Roman braced her hands over her head and continued to torture her with the simple kisses and nips he distributed over her body. She lifted her hips in invitation, hoping he would go faster, but he kept the pace he set. “Roman.”
“That’s the name you’ll be screaming soon.” He laughed. He nipped at her hip bone. A thrill shot through her body, making even more of her cream spill free and coat her folds. “Look at you. You’re all wet.” His thumb rubbed her clit, and she cried out. “So pretty.” A puff of his warm breath brushed over her sensitive flesh, and she groaned. “I want to watch you come apart again while I eat your pussy. Hold on to the headboard, baby. You’re in for a wild ride.”
“Cocky much?” she muttered, doing what he said.
“You’ll just have to see, won’t you?”
His broad shoulders fit between her legs, and he settled her thighs over his arms. The anticipation was killing her. She wanted him to put his mouth on her sex and lick her—eat her like he said he would. But he’d been content to nuzzle the inside of her thigh. He breathed in her scent and let out a shuddering groan. “I could get drunk on you.”
Roman licked a path from her puckered hole to her clit, and she moaned. She tightened her hands on the headboard, and he did it again. He laved her folds, drawing each one into his mouth before moving on to her clit. He tongued the hard nub, driving her insane with each lap. Sparks of extreme pleasure shot through her, coiling deep within her belly. She opened her eyes and watched him. He held her open, taking his time to explore her, taste her. His nose rubbed her clit while his tongue delved inside her. Never had anything felt so exquisite or amazing in her life. Goes to show what experience will garner you.
His gray gaze locked with hers. It was so open, so expressive. She could see his desires and wants banked in its depths. He moaned against her and closed his eyes. He made love to her with his mouth, taking her higher and higher until he swirled his tongue around her clit and sucked it into his mouth. He flicked it, and with a nip, he hummed. The sound vibrated through her, and she shot off.
She screamed his name and rode his face while her release crashed over her in heady waves of bliss. “Oh my God,” she cried, arching to him.
“Fuck, Violet.” He continued to lick and suck at her sodden flesh. His fingers plucked at her nipples, bringing her to the edge once more. “You’re so damn responsive.” Lowering his hand, he pushed one of his fingers into her, and she sucked in a breath. “How long has it been since a dick has played with my pussy?”
“Roman,” she grumbled, trying to hide her face.
“Tell me, baby,” he purred, adding a second finger. “Tell me and I’ll make you come. Then I’ll make love to you.”
“Does it matter?” she muttered, glancing down at him.
“No, but I am curious. I want to make it good for you.” He kissed her thigh and wiggled his fingers, making her cry out. “Tell me,” he crooned.
“Longer than I care to think about,” she answered.
“Wow.” He stroked her pussy, stoking the simmering pleasure inside her. “Give it to me, Vi.” He went back to licking her sex while teasing her clit. Her back bowed, and he went at her harder. He touched something inside her that made her go supernova in seconds. “Fuck.”
Violet shuddered, riding out the waves of her release. Her breath came in heavy pants, and a whimper of pleasure passed her lips. In a matter of seconds, Roman loomed over her. His hips were between her thighs, and she could feel his erection pressing at her entrance. A slight flush covered his chest and cheeks, and his features were pulled tight in arousal. “Please,” she murmured. “Don’t hold back.”
“You could make me forget my own brain.” He reached over and pulled a strip of condoms out of the nightstand. “When you’re ready to accept me as yours without hesitation, we won’t use these anymore, got it?” he said, tearing open the wrapper.
“Easy there, big guy. We’ll discuss that at a later time,” she teased; then she watched as he slid the latex ring over his cock and repositioned himself at her pussy. “Kiss me.”
The minute his lips pressed to hers, he filled her. He stretched her, impossibly so, giving an extra bite of pain to her pleasure. The delicious burn added to the need pulsing through her system. When he didn’t move, she did, rolling her pelvis over his, begging for him to fuck her. His growl made her clit throb and her sex grow wetter.
“Fuck, you’re going to kill me.”
“I think I already said that.” She laughed. “No more waiting.”
“No more waiting,” he said, pulling back and thrusting forward.
Her world shattered into a million pieces with each pump of his hips. The delicious ball of need built inside her, threatened to destroy everything she knew about herself or him. He caressed her skin and murmured sweet words of encouragement in her ear. His touch softened to almost one of love. And when he drew her nipple into his mouth, each suck matched the pace of his hips, turning her on even more.
Everything she thought she knew about him fell by the wayside. She knew nothing about the man as it turned out. She sobbed, arching to him as her bottom lip trembled. Roman made love to every inch of her. He kissed her. Caressed her until she came apart. Her climax sneaked up on her, blinding her with its intensity.
Above her, he whispered reassurances of having her and not letting her go while petting her as she came down. She watched him through heavy-lidded eyes. His thrusts grew more powerful, and his face became a mask of pure bliss as a cry left him.
“Let go,” she said. “I’ve got you.”
She ran her fingers down his back, then held him close to her. He went feral. Little grunts and growls passed his lips as his pace increased. She kept up with him, climbing the hill to what she knew would be a mind-blowing orgasm. Their gazes met and held for a split second before she tipped over the edge. She screamed his name while he shouted hers.
When he looked up at her, he gave her a goofy grin, making her laugh. “You’re amazing, sweetheart.”
He pushed her short locks out of her face and stared down at her while they caught their breath. Finally, long moments later, he pulled still semi-hard. Within seconds he had her draped over him, his hand rubbing tiny circles across her back.
She snuggled down against his body, not wanting to think about tomorrow or any other day, as a matter of fact. Tomorrow brought the reality of their lives. She didn’t want to leave him. She knew she couldn’t. “Roman, I...”
“I know, Violet. I feel the same about you. This will work, I promise.”
So many questions sat on the tip of her tongue, like how he knew, but she kept them to herself. At some point, for their relationship to work out, she would have to trust and believe in him. “Yeah, it will.”
“Wow. You’re not going to fight me on it?” he teased.
“Nope.” She smiled. “Which means you’re stuck with me. Sucks for all your groupies.”
He barked out a laugh and rolled her under him. “I like being stuck with you. Fuck the groupies.” He kissed her once more. “They never compared to you anyway.”
“Oh?”
“Yep.” He nipped at her bottom lip. “You’re the one I always wanted.”
She kissed him again and wrapped her arms around him. “If you’re trying to get into my pants, you’ve already succeeded.”
“That I have.” He grinned. “That I have.”