Chapter 39
Caitlyn
Dr. Moore will be ecstatic to know that Roman crawled in this bed with me, and we slept for several more hours before my grumbling stomach made us get up and seek something to eat. It seems more rest is exactly what I needed, although I'm not certain about taking more than a few days off.
After a quick meal, we were right back in the room, holding each other in silence.
I haven't completely healed. I still don't know why I hate others to touch me, but what I do know is in his arms is where I'm meant to be.
I don't know how long I get to keep him, but I will thank my lucky stars for every minute I do get.
I woke this morning completely rested and ready to face the world, but I'm hesitant to get out of bed. Roman's arms are all the way around me, and we both somehow managed to sleep through the night without our traumas interrupting .
He mentioned last night before we fell asleep that he frequently has nightmares, and although I kept my mouth shut then, I know we'll have to have a conversation about him seeking therapy so maybe he can go longer periods of time with a little peace in his life.
We talked and laughed. We talked and cried. His tears when he spoke about his boys were gut-wrenching, and I wished for any way to help him heal.
What we didn't do was get physical past soft kisses and warm hugs, both of which I needed and appreciated, but, man, I'd like to take things a little further sooner rather than later.
I know he's hesitant to move toward sex because he wants to prove to me that I mean more, but the sex was always so freaking good, it's like my body doesn't understand why he's so close, and yet his cock has stayed trapped behind clothes for the last twenty-four hours.
"How long are you going to keep pretending to be asleep," he whispers in my ear.
I jolt because I was certain he was still sleeping.
"Didn't mean to scare you," he says, snuggling his face deeper against my neck.
The scruff on his jaw is abrading to my sensitive skin, but for some reason, it only fans the fire that has been burning feverishly inside of me.
I roll my hips, chewing on my lower lip, when I feel his lips turn up into a smile against my skin.
"Do you think you'll feel like going back to your house to pack later today?"
I shift, turning over so I can face him, very aware of my morning breath.
"I decided against moving," I say, running my hand over his warm, bare chest.
The man has a body meant for gods alone, and one of these days I have every intention of spending hours mapping out every single dip and curve, first with my fingers and then with my tongue.
He clasps my hand, holding it away from his chest.
"You have to move, Caitlyn."
He lifts my hand, pressing his lips to the center of my palm before letting his eyes flutter closed.
"Wow," I mutter, trying to pull myself away from him. "This level of manipulation is fucking diabolical."
His eyes open, slow and unconcerned.
Before I can shift to get off the bed, he covers me with his body, that part of him I woke up craving pressed right where I had needed it moments ago.
I can't help the moan that escapes my throat, but I hate him a little for it.
"It would be impossible for you to wake up every day in my arms if you move, Caitlyn."
"That is not where I thought that was going," I mutter, still a little pissed that he'd play me the way he just did.
"Yeah?" he asks with another swivel of his hips. "Where did you want the morning to go?"
I pull in a deep sigh, letting my eyes dart away. If he wants to play games, I can sure try to play them as well.
I know the battle is lost within seconds when he lets one hand drift down between the two of us, pulling his hips back just enough to give two fingers room to slide against my center.
"Jesus," he pants with a swallow. "How long has this been going on?"
I angle my head up, neck bobbing as he sweeps those talented fingers along the most sensitive part of my body.
"Since I met you," I whisper.
"Saying shit like that will make me come before I can even get inside of you, baby."
I roll my hips again before lifting so I can urge his fingers inside of me instead of the light teasing touch he's torturing me with right now.
"Please," I beg because there's really no point in even trying to pretend he can't give me exactly what I need.
"Mmm," he moans as he slips two fingers inside of me.
My core clenches, loving the intrusion, and I realize how strange it is to only feel what he's doing to me as a good thing. There's no whisper in the back of my mind. There's no urgency to get it over with so I can get away from him. If anything, I want to spend every second of every day with his hands and mouth on me.
"Need you," I confess, every muscle in my body tense and begging for release.
"I know," he says with a toying smile, and then his fingers are just gone.
"Roman, if you—"
He smiles, pressing a too-quick kiss to my lips before he pulls the blanket over his head and begins to slide down my body.
It's mere seconds before he pulls up the t-shirt of his I'm wearing and the warmth of his mouth is wrapped around the tip of my breast. If it weren't for the weight of his body on mine, I swear I'd float away with pleasure.
The noises he makes, the pleasure he isn't afraid to express as he explores my body with his mouth drive me insane. It ratchets up my need and makes me ache for release.
My mouth is open, incapable of sound by the time his warm breath is skating over the skin of my belly button, and I jerk periodically when he nips at my skin. The teeth are gone, and he's nothing but lips and tongue by the time he makes his way lower, and I spread my legs at the insistence of his hands when he presses his palms against my thighs.
I know it has to be dark under there. There's barely any light coming into the room from outside, but it doesn't seem to be a problem for his aim.
His lips lock around my clit, his firm hands holding me in place when my hips buck with the suction.
I swear, with the noises he's making, he's enjoying this as much, if not more, than I am. No, that can't be true. There's no way it's better for him than it is for me because the man is a fucking magician with his mouth.
I don't even bother fighting the urge to come. There's no way I can be embarrassed by it. Hell, I should be proud I didn't explode against his mouth the second he put it on me.
"Roman!" I yell, realizing a little too late that someone might hear exactly what we're doing in here right now, but other than Eli, I don't imagine it would be an issue for anyone else in the house.
He doesn't stop. He doesn't pause. He doubles down on the suction, and when two of those very talented fingers come into play, pressing just an inch or so inside of me, I lose my mind. My body convulses so hard I feel like I'm going to get a Charlie horse in my spine, but it doesn't stop the orgasm. It doesn't stop the convulsions and clenching of my core.
"Fuck me," he says once it's over.
The cold air hits me. and I screech when he sits up abruptly, pulling the covers off me completely.
"Are you insane?" I snap, trying to reach for the blankets.
"Did you see what you've done?" he asks, pointing between my legs.
My entire face flames with embarrassment when I look down and see the wet mess I've made on his mattress.
"I'm so sorry," I mutter, holding my hands up to cover my face.
"Sorry? Are you fucking serious? The best fucking day of my life. "
He climbs off the bed, but instead of going to the bathroom to get a towel to help clean up the mess, he opens his bedside table, pulling out an unopened box of condoms.
He tears into it with his teeth like a rabid animal, his eyes locked on me the entire time.
"I need to clean this up. I can't believe I did that," I say as I lower one foot to the floor.
"Get off the bed, and I'll fuck you on the floor," he growls before ripping a condom from the strand and opening it with his teeth.
My insides turn to jelly at the sight of him rolling the latex down his thick and ready cock.
"Wanna make love to you," he says as he inches closer to me. "Wanna hold you, fuck into you nice and slow. Wanna take my time and make you come over and over and over before following you over the edge."
"I want that too," I whisper as he covers me with his body.
"That's not what's going to happen right now," he says, his mouth right next to my ear as he lifts one leg and urges it up high on his hip. The other leg follows, leaving me splayed open for him. "Right now, I need to fuck you just to take the edge off."
"Okay," I readily agree, because I'm down for whatever. No matter how it happens, I know he's going to make it really, really good for me.
Before I can say another word, his hips shift back and he stabs forward, sinking his cock to the base inside of me.
The ache of being intruded so quickly makes me gasp for breath.
"Sorry," he whispers, but he pulls back and slams forward a second time.
"Don't be. Mmm," I moan, my mouth growing drier with every panting breath.
I cling to him, my arms wrapped around his body, but he pulls away, positioning his body so he's back on his heels, cock buried deep inside of me.
Maybe I should feel a certain way about his obsession with watching his cock disappear inside of me, but it only heightens the experience. The way he stares down as if he's in awe of what he's doing makes my core clamp around his cock, and I grin at him when he looks up at me.
"I'm fucking obsessed with you," he whispers, hips still working in a sawing motion. "You're fucking mine, Caitlyn."
I dip my head, wanting to be his more than anything else I've wanted in as long as I can remember.
"Yours," I manage. "Own me."
His mouth drops open, one hand gripping my hip as he presses forward. His other hand drops between my legs, his thumb swiping over my already sensitive clit.
"Fuck," he grunts, burying himself inside of me.
I come at the first pulse of his cock, and not for the first time wishing he was bare. I know it's a conversation we need to have. I also know we're in no place to have children right now, but it's something we need to discuss at a later time.
His body jerks as if he's being repeatedly shocked by electricity as we orgasm together.
I feel liquid when it's over, my arms and legs falling to the bed a second before he crashes forward, aware enough that his arms catch most of his weight before he cages me on the mattress.
"I don't ever want to get used to feeling like this," he whispers, his breath coating the skin between my breasts.
"Me either," I confess, managing enough strength to lift an arm and wrap it around his back.
I whimper a moan when, after a long moment, he shifts his hips back, his still semi-erect cock dragging against the sensitive tissues inside of me .
"Sounds like that make me want to rip this used condom off, put a new one on, and go for round two."
I'm biting my lip, silent, when he looks down at me.
I attempt to lift my shoulders in a nonchalant shrug before whispering, "Okay."
His smile spreads across his entire face.
"We aren't going to be leaving this room anytime soon, are we?" he asks.
"I don't have any plans for the day," I tell him with a smile.
"I don't want you going back to the club," he says, an edge to his voice that lets me know he's no longer in a playful mood.
"I have no plans to go back," I assure him.
"I'm still not sure I'm not going to kill the other guys who have seen you naked."
His eyes meet mine when I rest my hand on his bare thigh. "We can have that discussion at a later date, can't we?"
He nods, grabbing the base of the used condom before pulling it off and knotting it.
"I don't think I want to talk at all right now," he says as he reaches for another one.