Chapter Twelve
Nico
The foyer, hallways, and elevator all look the same as my building. If someone told me it was mine, I’d believe them—outside of the flags hanging around, of course, but I have been known to be slightly gullible at times. Obviously in my building it’s the Canadian flag. Here it’s USA.
Roman lets us into his room when we get there, and I step inside, looking around.
I assume all the rooms are decorated blandly.
We travel light, and most of us aren’t here long enough to care, which is why the only decorations athletes put up are flags.
There’s no difference here. The first thing I see is the giant USA flag hanging from the wall across the door, between two windows.
“This is nice,” I say as I look around, noting the two bedrooms—one on either end of the small apartment, the living room and kitchenette combo is the main room that you walk into, with the bathroom off to the left, beside the bedroom.
“Sure,” he says with a slight chuckle, shrugging off his coat and tossing it on the chair by the door. He offers out his hand, and I take mine off to give him. I stare at him for a moment, hoping he plans to take off his sweatshirt too, but no such luck. He’s keeping it on.
“What?” he asks when he catches me staring.
“Nothing,” I say with a sly smirk.
“Do you like ice cream?” he asks.
I huff a laugh. “That’s random.”
He walks to the small fridge and opens the freezer, where I see quite a few cups of ice cream.
“Wow, what a stockpile,” I say.
“Want one?”
“Uh, yes.”
He smiles as he takes two, handing one to me and then grabbing two spoons. He leans against the counter, and I hop onto the tiny island across from him.
“You have anything against my ass being on your island?” I tease.
He shakes his head, almost like he’s unable to comment on it. I like when he gets shy.
I’m two bites in before I realize something.
“Yours is different,” I say, pouting. “What flavor do you have?”
He looks down at his and then over at mine. “Sorry, I thought I ate all the chocolate already.”
“Is it your favorite?” I ask.
“Yes, but you can have it.”
I take a small scoop and hold out the spoon. “I’ll give you a bite.”
He raises a brow and I raise mine in return—in challenge.
He steps forward, opening his mouth, but I pull it away slowly.
“On one condition,” I add softly.
“What?” he asks.
“Kiss me.”
“Before or after the ice cream?” he asks with a smirk.
“Don’t be fresh.”
“No? Why not?”
“Because I like it.” His gaze turns heated. I’m still holding out the ice cream that’s starting to melt. “Do we have a deal?”
“Depends.” He steps closer, his thighs brushing my knees. “Before or after?”
I smirk, looking him right in his bright green eyes. “Both.”
His eyes flash with excitement before he closes the distance between us, gripping my chin gently and tipping it up to kiss me.
It’s a long, firm press of his lips that leaves me breathless.
I’m not sure how I’m still holding the spoon, or how the ice cream is still balanced on it.
He turns his head, opening his mouth, so I give him the bite.
He swallows, licks his lips, then comes in again for another kiss.
This time, his tongue parts my lips, grazing against mine.
It’s cold and tastes like chocolate. His large hands find my hips, holding tight.
The ice cream and spoon fall from my hands, landing with a clank and splatter.
I press my hands to his chest, digging my nails in, wanting to feel the muscles beneath.
Roman deepens the kiss, and for the first time, I feel him hard.
He’s big, just like I thought, his erection pressing against mine.
He pulls back, just an inch, resting his forehead against mine.
“You made me drop my ice cream,” I pant.
“I have more,” he says, stepping back but I grab onto his sweatshirt. His eyes meet mine and I shake my head once, holding his gaze.
“I’d rather you kiss me again.”
“That, I can do.”
He steps between my legs, hands going right back to my hips, his lips meeting mine. He groans into my mouth, his tongue soft and sweet against mine. I’m hard and aching and want this man in a way I haven’t wanted anyone.
I’m not a virgin, but I’m not very experienced either. My whole life is figure skating, and it doesn’t leave room for much else. But that doesn’t mean I don’t know what I want, because trust me, I do.
“I want you,” I whisper, gripping onto his sweatshirt.
He’s panting as he looks down at me. “Are you sure?”
“So sure.” I look around the room. “Do you… have condoms?” I ask.
“No,” he says, and disappointment hits me hard. “But Connor does.”
He smirks and I breathe out a sigh of relief.
Roman kisses me again, before pulling away and saying, “Stay right here.”
He heads into the room on the left and comes back a moment later.
I have no idea what he did, but when he steps between my legs again, he kisses me deeper, pressing his body against mine.
He’s hard and warm and I can’t get enough.
His hands are on my hips again and I’m realizing how much I like it.
It’s possessive in a way that’s turning me on.
They slide under my thighs, and then he’s lifting me with ease.
My arms go around his neck, wrapping my legs around his waist, kissing him as he walks me somewhere. It’s just a moment before I’m being placed on a bed, his heavy body leaning over me.
I tug on the bottom of his sweatshirt. “Take this off. Please, let me see you.”
He moves back, standing on his feet, and pulls the sweatshirt off, along with the t-shirt under it. I lift myself up on my elbows and take in his gorgeous body.
“I’ve been dreaming about this,” I say, taking in his abs and chest and arms. He’s so masculine, exactly as I pictured him to be. There’s hair along his chest, running down the center of his abdomen and circling around his belly button before continuing even lower. “You’re so hot, Roman.”
He smirks then comes back down on top of me, his lips finding mine. He grinds against me as I thrust up against him, wanting so much more, but loving this just the same. Feeling him, listening to him, getting to know him. I don’t want this to end. There’s no need to rush it. We have all night.
Yes, he has morning skate tomorrow, and I have practice, but the night is still early. We have time.
So much time.
At least for tonight.