Chapter 21
Chapter Twenty-One
R oman clutched me to his chest. “How did you find me?”
“I remembered you lived in Manarola. It seems everyone knows you.”
Donatella slapped him on the arm. “Because he is such a loudmouth.”
He huffed as he released me and clutched my hand. “I see you’ve met my painful sisters. What lies have they been telling you about me?” Despite his words, his smile showed how much love he had for his family.
My heart swelled at the privilege of witnessing such wholesomeness.
“Shush up, you.” Maria waved her hand at him. “Go shower. You stink.”
His eyes darted from Maria to me.
“Daisy will be fine.” Maria grabbed my hand and pulled me back from her brother. “Now go. You smell like rotten fish.”
Roman’s eyes lingered on me until I nodded.
He kissed my lips—just a quick peck that was so familiar and wonderful, I wanted to jump into his arms and have him to myself. But all too soon, he backed away, then turned and sprinted up the stairs.
The women all laughed, and with butterflies dancing in my stomach, I was swept up in their hospitality. My glass was filled. Cheese and bread and all sorts of delicious temptations were offered to me.
I’d barely had three sips of my wine before Roman reappeared, and oh my god, he looked amazing. He’d shaved, revealing his sexy chin dimple, and washed his hair, giving him an off-the-fucking-charts wet look that I’d never seen. And for the triple jump special . . . he’d dressed in an olive-green knitted jumper and denim jeans that made him look equally classy and homey. Roman, as usual, was absolutely perfect.
He strode to me with his hand out, and I reached for him. “Okay, ladies, thank you for looking after my woman. She’s all mine now.”
His woman. My flesh tingled and my heart soared.
He grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses, and with my hand in his, and his sisters making a cackle of cheeky remarks behind us, Roman led me down the stairs. After he helped me into my coat, I grabbed my scarf and we stepped out the back door.
We strolled across a small, paved area to a round table with four chairs. The spectacular vista beyond the patio gave an unobstructed view of the Mediterranean Sea.
The slight breeze flowing in off the water had me adjusting my scarf around my neck, but the warmth coursing through me from both the wine and the incredible situation had me heating up like I had a sun implanted in my chest.
At the table, he put the bottle and glasses down and turned to me.
Roman released a massive sigh and clutched my cheeks again. “When they told me Daisy was in town, I thought they were teasing me. But here you are. I can’t believe it.”
I placed my hand on his chest, feeling his steely muscles beneath his knitted jumper. “I can’t believe it either.”
He leaned toward me, and when our lips met, a cheer erupted behind us.
Roman cut our kiss short and scowled over my shoulder. “Go away, you crazy women.”
I turned to his sisters and mother, crowded onto the above veranda. They were all laughing and clapping.
“They’re a nosy bunch.” Roman’s grin contradicted the frustration in his voice.
My smile was so huge, my cheeks wobbled. “I can’t believe they all know about me.”
He cocked his head and frowned. “Of course they do. I talk about you all the time.”
“But it was like the whole town knew who I was.”
“It’s a small town. Gossip is the local sport.”
I giggled. “I like the sound of that.”
“It’s good and bad, but you’ll get used to it.”
I liked the sound of that too.
His statement confirmed two things. One was that he was happy to see me. Although I’d already worked that out. The other was the suggestion that I’d be staying for a while.
He pulled the chair out for me to sit and topped up our wine. We clinked glasses and he looked into my eyes. “What shall we toast to, Daisy?”
His question caught me by surprise.
There were so many things that were exciting and wonderful and worth celebrating. But there was only one that was at the very top of my list. “To us.”
His brilliant smile lit up his face. “To us.”
We sipped our wine, then he leaned forward and kissed me .
It was a gentle kiss, delicate and sweet, yet it was so powerful.
It was a kiss that placed my heart in his hands.
It was a kiss that washed away every trouble in my life.
It was a kiss that I’d happily replicate a million times over.
He eased back all too soon. “How is your mother?”
My shoulders sagged. With the mention of Mother, the glorious bubble that’d surrounded me since I stepped off the train exploded like it’d been shot with a double-barreled shotgun.
He reached for my hand. “Is she okay?”
I huffed. “She’s gone.”
“Oh no, Dais. When? Don’t tell me you didn’t get to see her?”
“She died this morning.”
His jaw dropped. His eyes darkened. “Today? But . . .”
I knew what he was thinking. He couldn’t comprehend how I could have abandoned her on her deathbed.
To save him, I said, “Roman, I have a lot to tell you, and none of it is good.”
He frowned and placed his hand over mine.
“But”—I spoke before he had a chance—“I don’t want to ruin today. Please can we just enjoy this?”
He nodded and gave me that sisterly love look that I now knew meant so much more. “Okay. I understand. Promise you’ll tell me.”
I put my hand over my chest. “I promise. No secrets.”
He smiled. “I like the sound of that.” He raised his glass.
I sipped the delicious Chianti, trying to work out what to say next. There was so much on my mind, it was like a question soup. I just had to figure out which one to scoop out first.
I turned to him frowning, and with a look that I hoped portrayed utter sincerity, I said, “I am so sorry for leaving you halfway through the tour. It was a rotten thing to do.”
He shook his head. “It’s okay. You had to see your mother.”
“How did you go with everyone? Did Bruce send you someone to help?”
“No. He said it was impossible at such short notice.”
“He’s an asshole. I went to see him a few days ago.”
He cocked his head. “Why?”
“I was hoping to get your phone number.” I told Roman about Bruce refusing to give me his contact details and using my own argument against me. And also detailed how I’d thought I was so smart, going back on the first of December. “So, is that why you quit? Because of Bruce?”
“No. Because of you.”
My mouth dropped. I knew it. He really was angry with me. Oh, God. It was my fault that he left his job. How could I ever?—
“Because it wasn’t the same without you.” He placed his hand over mine and I lurched back.
“Oh.” I blinked at him, hardly able to comprehend what he’d said. “But you loved that job.”
“I loved it because of you. You made it fun, Dais. It was never going to be the same after you left.”
I squeezed his palm to mine, feeling his warmth. “But do you have another job?”
“No. But I’m not worried. Something always pops up.”
And that right there was one of the billion things I loved about Roman. He was always so positive.
“Hey, you two lovebirds.”
Smiling, I turned to the voice.
Maria was standing on the balcony, a massive grin lighting her face. “Dinner is ready. ”
“Dinner?” I bulged my eyes at Roman. “We’ve been eating all day.”
Roman stood. “Come on. Mamma will make a huge fuss over you. Just go with it.”
I liked the sound of that.
And I was totally going to show Mamma and the sisters how different my eating prowess was compared to Caterina and her calorie-counting bullshit.
Holding my hand, Roman led me to his house and just that simple gesture had me glowing inside and out. This public display of affection melted my heart way more than it should have. But it served as one enormous first for me . . . it showed that Roman was proud to be with me.
We were a couple.
I wanted to scream it from the rooftops. I wanted to skip up Manarola’s main street holding Roman’s hand. I wanted to send a photo to Zali, to show her just how perfectly my quest to find Roman had worked out.
I’d made a plan, and holy fuck, it’d worked.
Life did not get better than this.
The chatter from the family was as loud as some of the backpacking groups I’d looked after. It sounded like there were a hundred people upstairs. Maybe there were. After his four sisters and mother, I’d lost track of how many kids I’d been introduced to.
At the top of the stairs, I met Roman’s father. He was shorter than Roman and wore a brown beret cap and a cheeky smile, and when he took my hand in his and kissed the back of my palm, it was insta-love for me. Roman introduced me and Papà’s eyes lit up. “ Sono contento che tu sia qui perché Roman mi sta facendo impazzire .”
Just like Roman’s mother, Papà only spoke Italian.
Roman rolled his eyes at his father and then turned to me. “ Papà says he’s glad you are here because I’ve been driving him crazy.”
Nodding, I twirled my finger around my ear. “He drives me crazy too.”
Roman slapped my arm. “Hey. I do not.”
“Yeah, you do.”
“He drives us all crazy.” Donatella bellowed over the boisterous family and waved at me to come over. “Daisy, come and meet the rest of the family.”
“There’s more?” My jaw fell open.
Roman leaned into my ear. “Here we go. You ready for this?”
I grinned at him like a complete nutter. “Absolutely.”
“That’s my girl.”
My girl. YAY.
They went around the table and each of the sisters introduced me to their husbands and their kids again. Treating it just like the first of every month during my time at Vacation Dreamz where I met thirty new tourists, I put my photographic memory into overdrive.
Dinner went on forever. The conversations flowed so well I had the wonderful feeling that I’d known this family forever. And the four sisters made a special effort to include me. They put shit on Roman all the time, but he gave as much back.
The kids seated around the table were as loud as their parents and weren’t shy at all. Half the time their parents were scowling at them—the other half the parents were practically bursting with pride.
Every time Roman leaned into my ear to translate something he also touched his hand to my thigh, sending delightful shivers up my spine. I’d officially fallen into a wholesome Disney movie. It was even more delightful than I could possibly have imagined .
I had every intention of impressing Mamma by eating everything that was loaded on my plate. But boy oh boy, if I thought I was a good eater . . . I wasn’t a patch on Roman’s sisters.
I was so full I could barely move. When the desserts started coming out, I was in trouble. If I ate another thing, Roman would need to roll me down the stairs.
A cake smothered in cream and toasted flaked almonds was placed in front of me, and maybe I groaned or something because Roman glanced at me and frowned.
Placing his hand on my thigh, he said, “We should sneak away.”
I chuckled. “I think they’d notice.”
He scrunched up his nose, doing that thing that made him look extra cute. Roman stood. “Okay, sorry, everyone, but Daisy and I have some unfinished business to get to.”
“Oh, unfinished business is it?” Donatella tapped her nose. “Is that what you call it?”
A blaze of heat raced up my neck, but it wasn’t from embarrassment—it was the exhilarating implication of what she thought we’d be getting up to.
I hoped she was right. But at the same time, I doubted I could even get up the stairs.
“Goodnight, everyone,” Roman said.
“ Buona notte ,” I added and Mamma and Papà grinned at me.
Taking my hand, Roman led me to a set of stairs that were lined with about a hundred photos. Family pictures dominated. Most were of the kids in all stages of their lives . . . babies, toddlers, teenagers, playing, swimming, fishing.
Halfway up the stairs, I paused at a photo that made my skin crawl. I skidded to a halt. It was Roman with a woman who looked exactly like me, except for my red hair .
The smile fell from Roman’s face when he saw what I was looking at.
“What the hell?” I hissed. “Is that Caterina?” I didn’t need an answer. The way they were hugging each other and Roman’s horrified expression confirmed it was.
“Is that why you like me? What am I? Her replacement?”
‘Dais, please, come to my room. I want to explain.”
I hesitated, anger boiling in my blood as I stared at my dark-haired double. Her eyes were the same, her lips, even her freckles. All this time, I’d questioned how a man like him could be interested in a woman like me. And there it was, in a glossy six by nine. I was his answer to the woman who had broken his heart. Now I knew why everyone was looking at me so weirdly. And why that woman in the café had called me Caterina.
Roman squeezed my shoulder, and I jerked away.
“Please.” His pleading eyes matched his request.
I allowed him to lead me upwards, but every step was like wading through wet cement.
He opened the door to his bedroom, and I barely noticed anything except the large bed. He would have shared that with Caterina. Bile rose to my throat. I was his backup plan.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Roman tried to coax me to the bed. Instead, I planted my feet in the middle of the room, crossed my hands over my chest, and clenched my jaw.
“Dais.” He reached for me.
“Don’t. I can’t believe this. How could you do that to me? I trusted you. I believed in you. I . . . I.” My voice cracked. “I believed there was an us.”
He backed away and sat on his bed. “Please come sit with me. I want to explain.”
“No!” I clenched my teeth so hard it hurt .
He nodded as if expecting as much. “Okay. I agree you look like Caterina.”
“No shit. We’re fucking twins.”
“Not quite. But, Dais, you are so much more than her. I admit, at first, I was attracted to you because you looked similar, but once I got to know you, you opened my eyes. I was attracted to her beauty, to your beauty. But I fell in love with your personality.”
Wait. What?
My galloping heart took on a different beat. One that was more pleasant.
“When I first saw you in Bruce’s office, I couldn’t believe it. You were like a gift and a curse at the same time. Caterina broke my heart, filled me with hatred. You may look like her, but that’s where the similarity ends.”
He twisted his hands and shifted closer to the edge of the bed. “That night at Moulin Rouge when you opened up to me, showing me that you too had a broken heart, I felt for you, Dais. What William did was rotten and hurtful and . . . and I wanted to make you better. I never expected to fall for you. Mainly because you did look like her. But I did. Almost straight away. And fell hard. But I had to fight it. I wasn’t ready.”
His words were as soothing as his voice, offering a gentle reprieve to the beating my heart had taken just moments ago. I wanted to believe him. God, I wanted it so bad. But things still didn’t add up.
I unfolded my arms, but my fists remained clenched, squeezing my simmering anger. “So, why did you freak out when we’d slept together? I mean, went to sleep, in the same bed,” I quickly clarified. “In Prague.”
He cocked his head and sighed. “Because I wanted the first time we made love to be special. ”
Oh, wow. My shoulders relaxed, and my steely resolve eased with the movement.
“But . . .” I frowned at him. “You totally flipped when I told you that you’d said you loved me.”
“I do love you, Dais. I love you so much. But I wanted to tell you properly. I wanted it to be perfect. Not on a stupid pissy night where I didn’t remember it. I’m so mad at myself.”
Every last ounce of my anguish disappeared.
“When you left me, I was so angry because I should have chased after you.” He shook his head. “I should have.”
His gaze was intense. I saw honesty. And guilt. But there was something else that had my heart fluttering. Something . . . I’d never seen in my life.
Love.
Absolute, unconditional love.
My fingers were shaking. My heart was thumping. I wanted to believe, and I was oh so close.
“Daisy.” Roman eased onto one knee and reached for my hand. “You’re fun and funny and adventurous and amazing.” His honey eyes were pleading. His expression was desperate.
I squeezed his palm to mine. “Keep going.”
A smile crawled across his lips. “You’re really smart. And confident.”
“Confident?”
“Not when I first met you, but now.”
I pulled him to his feet, and he led me to the bed. We sat side by side, our thighs touching in that way I loved. But something didn’t add up and as much as I didn’t want to ruin this, I had to ask, “I don’t understand, Roman. You wanted me to . . . to be with those other guys.”
He drove his fingers through his hair. “Caterina left me because she’d only ever been with one man . . . me. At first, when you told me what dickwit had done to you, I wanted to help you get over him. But then as I began falling for you, I wanted—” Sighing, he turned his gaze toward the window, but it was dark outside, so the glass had become a mirror.
It seemed important for him to get his words right, and as I stared at our reflection, I waited for his reply. We looked good together. Him all suave, dark, and handsome. Me quirky and colorful. Opposites really did attract. I squeezed his hand. “What did you want?”
“This may sound crazy. But if there was ever a chance that we got together, then I wanted to make sure that you never wondered what else was out there.”
I cocked my head. “But what about you? You’ve only been with Caterina.”
He scrunched up his nose, acting all coy.
I bulged my eyes. “Who?”
“Laura.”
I frowned. “Laura? The pregnant one?”
He nodded.
“But she, she looked all sweet and innocent.”
“I can assure you she was not so innocent.”
I burst out laughing and slapped his thigh. “You’re so naughty. I was your wing-woman. You were supposed to tell me.”
“We didn’t get a chance.”
“Bullshit. You had plenty of chances.” When he shifted his eyes away, I knew there was more. “Oh my god, you had sex with someone else. Let me guess—Lydia.”
He nodded but his dour expression suggested he was not happy about it.
“Not good, huh?”
“We were both drunk. It should never have happened.”
Oh, shit. It was all making sense now. “Oktoberfest night?”
“Yes. I wanted to go back to you. But she started crying and wouldn’t stop.” He moaned. “It was crap. I couldn’t leave her like that.”
I had already pegged Lydia as conniving. Her actions didn’t surprise me.
He looked like the memory was strangling him.
“So why were you so angry at me at the start of our tour?”
His shoulders sagged. “Because, when I’d gone with Lydia, I thought I’d blown my chance with you.”
I stood, and determined to snatch that image of him and Lydia out of his brain, I put my hands on his shoulders, shoved him backward, and with both of us chuckling, I climbed on top, straddling him.
His eyes bulged. “Well, hello.”
I moved my hands to his chest and the bulge of his pecs perfectly molded to my fingers. “I was so pissed at you that night.”
“I know. And you had every right to be. I’m sorry.”
“Oh yeah. How sorry?”
He clutched my cheeks, pulled me down to him, and we kissed. His lips were soft and tender yet driven. My heart danced and I lost myself in the moment. Our kiss ended all too soon and I sat back up.
“That’s how sorry I am,” Roman said, all serious.
“Hmmm.” I pretended to be nonchalant. “So not much then.”
Chuckling, Roman grabbed my shoulders, and with me squealing with delight, he rolled me sideways. Before I knew it, he was straddling me, and I was looking up into his gorgeous eyes.
“You want to be shown sorry, huh?”
“I think I deserve it, yes.”
He peeled off his jumper and the T-shirt he’d been wearing beneath it. It was the first time I’d seen him without his shirt on. Holy hotcakes . The rippling abs I’d always envisaged beneath his Vacation Dreamz uniform were so much more chiseled.
When he looked at me, he truly looked into my soul, and every ounce of my being melted beneath his gaze. I curled my lip between my teeth and reaching up, I glided my fingers over his warm flesh.
Placing his hand on the bed by my ear, Roman leaned forward and his lips met mine.
As I cruised my hands up and down the planes of his back, our tongues danced a beautiful waltz. This was no longer just a kiss; this was a lovers’ caress. Proof that Roman and I were meant to be together. We were in tune. Together as much as any couple could be.
He pulled back, and with a glorious smile, ran his tongue over his lips. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that, Daisy.”
My name sounded so perfect whispered off his tongue. “I’ve been dying to kiss you again too. Ever since Amsterdam.”
He blinked at me. “Amsterdam?”
I bulged my eyes. “In the park? After we’d smoked the . . . Oh my god.” I slapped his chest. “You don’t remember?”
“We kissed? No wonder you acted so weird after that.”
“Of course I did. It was the kiss of all kisses and you acted like?—”
“The kiss of all kisses?” He flashed a cheeky smile.
“Well, yeah. It was okay.”
“Oh, now it’s only okay.”
“We were stoned. Everything was out of proportion.”
“Okay, well how about this?” He leaned forward again and kissed me. But this was even better than the last. This was a kiss that said so much more.
I want. I need. I love.
This was the kiss I’d flown eight thousand miles to have .
Our mouths parted and he trailed feather-light kisses along my neck. Goosebumps teased my flesh, and my body came alive, bursting with lust-fueled eagerness. My hands explored his back, clawed through his thick hair, and when he returned his lips to mine, I didn’t miss the bulge growing in his pants.
Is this really happening?
Roman pulled back, and our eyes met. He devoured me with his gaze.
Yes! This absolutely was happening. I was about to make love with Roman.
Not sex. Love.
Wholehearted . . . open-souled . . . life-altering love.
I reached out and cupped his cheek. “Make love to me, Roman.”
The seduction dancing across his enormous pupils drove shivers through me. He didn’t need to say the word, everything about his expression confirmed it was an absolute yes.
I am the luckiest woman in the world.
He eased off the bed and clasping my hand, he pulled me upright. Our lips met again, and as he fiddled with the knot at the waist of my wrap dress, I fiddled with the buckle of his belt. I leaned into his kiss. Our breaths mingled, growing more intense by the second. Opening my mouth, I allowed his tongue to probe mine. He tasted of wine and chocolate and hot-blooded man. It was a delicious tango that had my insides swooning and my knees wobbling.
But I couldn’t stand being clothed a moment more. I stepped back and within seconds I had the knot at my waist undone and had looped the belt through so the dress fell apart. I was wearing knee-high boots and matching black lingerie and hoped he liked what he saw.
Roman’s eyes played up and down my body. His tongue licked his lips. “Oh, Dais.” He whispered my name as if under a spell. “You are stunning.”
My heart swelled. He always said the right things.
He wrestled with his buckle and whipped his belt out with a snap.
We stepped together, our lips met, and our hands were all over each other, eager to explore. His palms were warm and wonderful on my back. The bulge in his pants nudged my belly and when I moved my hand over the zipper of his jeans, Roman’s breath hitched.
He stepped away, his chest rising and falling. Clasping his hand in mine, he guided me to the bed, and when I sat, he fell between my knees. “Daisy. I want this moment to be perfect.”
I clutched his cheeks. “This is, Roman. It’s a dream come true.”
“Are you sure?”
Tears prickled my eyes as I cupped his face in my hands. “I have never been so sure of anything in my life.”
Roman turned his attention to my boots, and as he glided the zipper down, his gaze flitting from what he was doing to my sexy lingerie to my lips and back again, my pulsing insides hit inferno mode.
He tugged off one boot and when he did the next, I pulled him forward, turning my attention to his jeans. I too was under a magical spell, hardly able to believe this was happening, but it was real. So real I was set to burst.
In a matter of seconds, Roman was naked.
My Italian god, who was perfect in absolutely every way was beyond imagination. Rippling abs, olive skin, and his erection . . . Oh my lord. My first sighting of Roman’s cock confirmed it was the most glorious thing I’d ever seen in my whole life.
“You make me so hard.” He spoke in a forced whisper.
Curling my fingers around his neck, I planted my lips on his. Our tongues dueled. Our hands groped. Everything about this moment was out of this world.
“God, I love you.” His voice was barely a whisper and yet I heard every word like he’d shouted it from the rooftops.
“I love you too.” My reply was as priceless as my freedom.
I wrapped my hand around his rod. Beneath his silky skin was rock-hard manhood. His crown was pink and utterly breathtaking.
Roman sucked air in through his teeth and his hand glided around the back of my neck, sending shivers up my scalp. But I wanted those hands on me. In me.
I unclipped my bra. My boobs flopped to my torso and Roman didn’t miss a beat. He fell to his knees again, leaned forward, and with his hands holding up my mounds, he sucked my nipple into his mouth. My body was alive, sizzling with lust and abundant energy. My greedy pussy begged for attention too, driving delicious pulses through me.
Roman moved from my left breast to my right, using his tongue and lips to bring out my arousal and making my nipples peak so hard they ached. Desperate to have him inside me, I collapsed onto the bed and tried to pull down my underpants.
His hands found mine and I let him take over. Inch by inch, he tugged on my lacy knickers, drawing them lower with such excruciating slowness I wanted to scream. But when I saw the intensity in his eyes, devouring me, it made the slow reveal oh so worth it.
With my panties gone, I was naked.
We both were.
My breath caught at the enormity of us being together.
I was about to make love to the man I loved with all my heart.
After crawling backward on the bed, I rolled to my side and Roman eased in next to me. The warmth of his body was heavenly. He cupped my cheek, and I closed my eyes. Within a heartbeat we were kissing. As our tongues explored, eager to taste, eager to please, I curled my leg over his hip, capturing him.
His hand glided from my cheek, along my neck to my breast. He trailed his finger around my nipple, trailing goosebumps behind his touch. My nipples grew even harder, almost bursting with want.
Continuing his exploration, his fingers studied my torso, twirling around my navel—torturing and teasing.
I can be a tease too.
I curled my hand along his shaft, admiring his glorious erection.
“Oh, Daisy.” His gravelly voice was sexy as hell. His eyes were closed. His mouth ajar.
Feeling how hard he was made the delicious tremors vibrating through me even more wild. My impatient pussy demanded attention and I rolled my hips toward him, letting him know I was ready. Answering my prayers, his hand slipped between my legs and his finger probed my clit. His very first touch had a gasp leaving my throat and firecrackers shooting through me.
Our kiss intensified—our hand movements did too. While I explored his glorious cock, moving my hand up and down, his fingers slipped inside me. Desperate for him to go deeper, I fell back onto the covers, placed my feet on the bed, raised my hips and opened my knees. Roman was a miracle worker, driving his finger into my depths over and over and sucking my nipple so hard it snapped from his lips.
He timed it perfectly and I gasped as an orgasm blazed through me. It came out of nowhere and I clawed at the sheets as my body shuddered an exquisite release that’d been months in the making. Years even.
It was heaven and earth .
It was the stars and the moon.
It was absolutely everything.
While I rode out the glorious sensations shimmering through me, Roman fetched a condom. With his rock-hard cock extending toward me like a bollard, he rolled the condom into position with trembling fingers. His steely gaze confirmed he was so ready for me.
Wanting to give him the same pleasure, I made him lie down. I climbed on top of him and placed my hands on his pecs. I’d never had sex like this before, with me on top, and it meant everything to me to make this position with Roman a smoking-hot first for my list.
He reached for my breasts and squeezed. His eyes drilled into me, looking right into my soul.
Resisting the urge to drive his erection right up inside me, I savored the moment by moving my hips and sliding my throbbing folds along the length of his rock-hard cock. I leaned forward, changing the angle so each time I eased back, his shaft applied pressure to my clit. Rolling my hips forward, I closed my eyes and did it again, gliding my pussy along his manhood. He was my very own pleasure toy.
When I repeated the move, Roman hitched a breath. He was close, oh so close.
Reaching out, I wrapped my hand around his cock and placed the head of his crown at my opening. I paused there, watching his expression. His parted lips. His tongue flicked out, leaving moisture in its wake. His eyes . . . those glorious honey eyes, looking at me. Right into me. This moment was absolutely perfect.
I wanted his beast inside me. Right now. But I wanted to savor every inch of him entering me even more. My pussy pulsed. It was time. Ever so slowly, I lowered my hips, impaling myself with his erection. I closed my eyes, memorizing everything .
The sounds of his breath.
The thump of my heart.
The thickness of his penis filling me so completely.
His cock touched something so, so deep that my insides were singing. Roman squeezed my breast. He too was feeling this. Using my hands on his pecs to steady myself, I rose higher, drawing upward to his crown. And just before he popped out—I lowered a little quicker.
I did it again, all the way to the top. But I lowered a bit faster.
My impatient body increased my rhythm, no longer pausing at the top.
My nails dug into his chest. His eyes flashed open, then closed.
My clit pulsed, hot and heady, devouring every inch of him.
Roman moved his hips. I moved mine. Roman clutched my sides and sucked the air through his teeth. He was at that glorious point of no return.
With his fingers burrowing into my flesh, guiding my movements, wild, unrestrained lust took charge. I rode him like there was no tomorrow, ramming him deep inside me, over and over and over.
I cried out as an orgasm of mammoth proportions shuddered through me.
Roman’s fingers strangled my hips; his handsome face distorted in ecstasy. His eyes shot open, and a cry burst from his lips as I continued to ride him.
Gasping, I fell forward, and he wrapped his arms around me.
Our ragged breathing filled the silence as I melted onto his chest. His thumping heart made me delirious with happiness. I’d found my home. My holy grail. My one and only.
I, Daisy Chayne, had found love .
It was an eternity before I slipped off him and nestled into his side. We slotted together beautifully, and I swelled up with so much love I could have burst.
Roman slid one of my curls behind my ear and my heart wept at how sweet and tender it was. “I love you, Daisy Chayne.”
It no longer mattered that he said my surname. His words were absolutely perfect, and I uttered a reply that I never thought I’d be able to say to him. “I love you too, Roman.”