Valentine’s Billionaire Auction

Chapter 33

33

KAIRA

I stared up at Roman, breathless from the intensity of his kiss. The rain was pouring down around us, soaking us both, but I barely noticed. All I could focus on was the way his hands felt on my waist, the warmth of his body pressed against mine.

“We should probably get inside before we catch pneumonia,” I said, my voice soft.

Roman nodded, reluctantly loosening his grip on me. He took my hand and we hurried inside, water dripping from our hair and clothes.

Once in the foyer, Roman reached out and gently brushed a raindrop from my cheek with his thumb. His eyes held a warmth in them that I hadn’t seen before. Gone was the cold, ruthless man that only made moves that benefited him.

“I’m glad you agreed to dinner tonight,” he said quietly.

“Me too,” I replied, my heart still racing from our kiss. “Thank you for that. And the laptop. It was a very thoughtful gift.”

He nodded, his gaze holding mine for a long moment before he cleared his throat. “We should probably get dried off.”

“Yeah.” I made no move to go up to my room. I just stared at him, waiting for something to happen. The kiss had left me wanting more.

“I think we should just get out of our wet clothes,” he said, his voice husky.

“Yeah.”

“Come with me.”

He started up the stairs. I followed behind him, heading toward his bedroom instead of my own. He led me inside and closed the door behind him.

“Are you chilly?” he asked.

“A little.”

“I think a nice, hot shower is exactly what we need.”

I nodded but couldn’t say anything. I had thought about this with him since the last time, but I truly didn’t think it would happen again. After he got up and left without a word, I thought maybe he didn’t like it. Like I wasn’t good in bed. But the way he was looking at me now said otherwise.

Roman stepped closer to me, his gaze intense. “Let me warm you up.”

He cupped my face, his thumb tracing my lower lip. I shivered at his touch, my heart racing. Slowly, he leaned in and kissed me again. It deepened as his arms wrapped around my waist.

I melted against him, my fingers tangling in his damp hair. The kiss was passionate, full of an underlying hunger that sent tingles down my spine. When we finally broke apart, we were both breathing heavily.

“The shower,” Roman murmured, his voice thick with lust.

He didn’t move. Instead, he reached behind me and pulled down the zipper of my dress that he had zipped up a couple of hours ago. It fell to the floor around my feet. I kicked off my heels and stepped out of it.

It was my turn to help Roman out of his damp suit. I gazed up at him, my heart pounding as my cold fingers started to undo the buttons of his shirt. His eyes were filled with desire as he watched me undress him, his fingers brushing against my skin in a way that sent shivers through me. Once he was down to just his boxers, he pulled me close and kissed me again, his hands roaming over my body.

Breathlessly, he pulled back. “The shower,” he repeated, his voice low and rough.

He led me into the spacious bathroom, turning on the water and adjusting the temperature. Steam quickly filled the air, much faster than the water heated up at my apartment. He pulled me under the hot spray, his lips finding mine in a searing kiss. The feel of his wet skin against mine was electrifying. His hands ignited sparks of desire with every caress.

There was an urgency to the way he kissed me, like he couldn’t get enough. I matched his fervor, my body arching into his as the water cascaded over us. His lips left mine, trailing a path down my neck. I let out a soft moan as his tongue swirled around one nipple then the other. He gently backed me up against the tile wall before he dropped to his knees in front of me.

The waterfall showerhead made it feel like we were back in the rain, but this time, very naked. He kissed my belly and moved lower.

I let out a shaky breath as Roman’s hands slid up my thighs. His touch was electrifying, sending tingles through my body. When his mouth finally met my most sensitive spot, I cried out, my fingers tangling in his hair.

Roman worked over my clit. His tongue drawing out wave after wave of pleasure. My legs trembled, threatening to give out. I leaned against the wall, the shower pouring hot water over me and down his back. Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he slid two fingers inside me, his mouth continuing its relentless assault.

The sensations were overwhelming. I cried out as Roman’s fingers curled and stroked, his mouth never letting up. My body felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending tingling with pleasure. I was close, so close. He didn’t let up. I moaned and squeezed my eyes closed.

“Roman,” I murmured. I could feel the orgasm building in the tips of my toes.

His mouth and fingers worked relentlessly, pushing me higher and higher until the tension finally snapped. My body shuddered as the waves of pleasure crashed over me. I cried out, my fingers tightening in his hair as the climax ripped through me. Roman held me steady, his tongue and fingers coaxing every last tremor from my body.

When the last aftershock had faded, he slowly pulled away, gazing up at me with a satisfied smile. He stood and looked at me with that same predatory gaze. “I want you,” he growled, crashing his lips back to mine.

My hands roamed the hard planes of his chest. Roman lifted me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist. I could feel his arousal pressing against me and a fresh wave of desire coursed through my body. He kissed me hungrily, his hands gripping my thighs to hold me in place.

I ran my hands down his back, marveling at the flex of his muscles as he ground his hips against mine. A soft moan escaped my lips, swallowed by his searing kiss.

To my disappointment, he carefully lowered me to my feet and turned off the water. He stepped out and handed me a towel that was as tall as I as. It was warm and fluffy, straight from the towel warmer. I wrapped it around myself and watched him do the same. He opened a drawer and pulled out a condom. He held it up and smiled.

“Bed,” he said.

Roman took my hand and led me back into the bedroom. Once by the bed, he pulled me close and kissed me, his hands roaming over my towel-clad body.

I felt a thrill of anticipation as he slowly unwrapped the towel, exposing my skin to his hungry eyes. His touch was electrifying, setting every nerve ending on fire. I reached for the knot of his own towel, eager to feel his bare skin against mine.

Roman watched me intently as I slowly pulled the towel from his waist, my gaze roaming over his sculpted physique. He was absolutely breathtaking. I let the towel fall to the floor and stepped closer.

He pulled me flush against him, his hands sliding down to grip my hips. I could feel his arousal pressing against me. He stepped back and rolled on the condom.

I was about to crawl on the bed when he stopped me. Without a word, he turned me to face the bed and gently placed his hand on my back.

I got the message. I bent forward, my hands on the bed. I looked over my shoulder at Roman, my heart pounding with anticipation. He moved up behind me, his strong hands gripping my hips. I shivered as he pressed against me, the tip of his arousal teasing my entrance.

Slowly, he pushed inside, filling me inch by delicious inch. I let out a soft gasp at the feeling of him stretching me. Roman paused, allowing me to adjust to his size before he began to move. His thrusts were deep and powerful, driving me higher and higher with each one.

I dropped my face to the bed, giving him deeper access. I cried out, the sound muffled by the bedding as Roman’s hips slammed against mine. The pleasure was almost too much, like a livewire running through my veins. He set a relentless pace, his fingers digging into my hips as he pounded into me.

My toes curled as I gripped the sheets, my body trembling. Roman leaned over, his chest pressing against my back as his thrusts grew more erratic. His breath was hot against my neck.

“Kaira,” he growled, his voice rough with need. “You’re so fucking hot.”

Roman’s grip on my hips tightened as he drove into me with desperate, pounding thrusts. My body trembled with the force of his movements, the pleasure bordering on overpowering. I had to push back to keep from collapsing completely onto the bed.

One of his hands released my hip and went to my hair. He pulled just hard enough to feel good.

I gasped at the sensation, my body arching back into him. Roman’s pace grew even more frantic, his fingers tightening in my hair. The new angle sent electric shockwaves of pleasure through me. I was so close, teetering on the edge.

“Roman,” I cried out, my voice ragged. “Please.”

He growled something unintelligible, his hips snapping against mine with bruising force. The coil of tension within me finally snapped. I shattered, crying out his name as the orgasm ripped through me.

With a low groan, Roman stilled, his hips grinding against mine as he found his release. My body clenched around him as waves of euphoria crashed through me.

He collapsed onto the bed face first. I turned to look at him. He offered a half-grin. “Damn,” he said.

I waited for him to tell me goodnight. To kick me out of his bed and his room.

But he didn’t.

He stood up and to my shock, slapped my ass. I shrieked and hopped up.

“Pull the blankets back, I need to throw this away,” he said referring to the condom.

Was he inviting me to stay or was he asking me to turn down his bed for him?

I pulled back the blankets and adjusted his pillows. He came back into the room and stood beside the bed. “This is my side. You take the other.”

And I had my answer.

I stared at Roman, surprised by his invitation to stick around. After last time, I expected him to quickly usher me out, or at the very least, keep a respectful distance. But here he was, casually gesturing to the other side of the mattress as if this was a normal, everyday occurrence.

“Are you sure?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Roman arched an eyebrow. “Do I look unsure?”

“No.”

He climbed into bed and looked at me expectantly. I followed, keeping my distance just in case.

Roman didn’t let me keep my distance for long. As soon as I settled under the covers, he pulled me against him, wrapping his arm around my waist. I tensed for a moment, unsure of how to react, but soon I was relaxing into his embrace. We lay there in comfortable silence, the only sounds the soft hum of the rain outside and our quiet breathing. I felt myself drifting off in his arms and let it happen.