Chapter 11
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Roman observed Harper from the threshold of the door to her hotel room, knowing if he stepped inside, there wasn’t a chance in hell he’d be able to walk back out without them first seeking what they both desperately craved.
“You wouldn’t dance with me in the club,” she began, grabbing her phone off the entryway table of her suite while keeping the door wedged open with one leg in the process.
“So, dance with me in here.” She opened an app on her phone, and a few seconds later, music began to play.
“Since you like Kane Brown, how about we dance to this one? You can show me if what they say about Spanish and Brazilian men having serious moves on the dance floor is true.”
He would’ve smiled if he hadn’t been clenching his jaw, resisting the urge to crush her body to his and show her where else he had serious moves, too—in the bed, the shower, against a wall . . .
But he remained in her doorway and didn’t move a muscle, except for his dick, which involuntarily twitched at the thought of taking Harper against every surface of this damned hotel room.
Harper set her phone back down, and the music continued to play, a song in both Spanish and English, which was somehow perfect.
The song title was most likely Lost in the Middle of Nowhere since that line kept repeating throughout the chorus, and he wished that they were lost right now. Just the two of them. Safe from all of the reasons keeping them apart so they could finally just be.
“Please.” Harper stepped back and extended her hand, and Roman reached out when the door began to shut, walking inside and allowing the door to swing closed with a heavy thud.
He hoped holding the hand of an angel would keep the devil away.
“You need to remember something,” he said in a throaty voice, his attention now laser-focused on her swaying hips.
“What?” Harper murmured and lifted her arms over her head and began to move with the music, that little black dress sliding higher up her thighs.
His heart couldn’t take much more. “I’m not good for you.”
She opened her mouth to speak, but he shook his head, a plea for her not to argue with him.
Instead, Harper bent forward and unzipped her boots one at a time. Was she processing his words or merely ignoring him?
She removed her boots and moaned in the process as if relieved from whatever pain they’d caused her, and the sound went straight to his growing erection.
He caught a flash of pink on her toenails before he devoured the sight of her bare legs as she continued dancing, torturing him with the mental image of those long legs draped over his shoulders. And then he finally snapped.
He quickly stepped forward, wrapped a hand around her abdomen, and pulled her flush to his body. Matching her steps, he shifted his hips from side to side, eyes on hers. She didn’t blink or startle at the feel of the bulge in his jeans as he rotated her ass into his arousal.
After a minute, he spun her around to face him. Their bodies were close, her leg between his stance to keep her pelvis against him.
When her back arched, he set a hand to the column of her throat before sensuously dragging his palm down to her breastbone. With one hand to her back, he supported her weight and dipped her backward until her chin pointed to the ceiling.
She followed his lead, her body giving in to the motion, her hair flowing beneath her as his fingers skated beneath the swell of one breast and then the other before he quickly righted her and swallowed her gasp with a kiss.
His hands coasted around to her ass, and he squeezed, bringing her hips even closer. But the thin fabric of her dress needed to go. He had to feel her skin. Touch her everywhere.
And dancing was officially over.
He walked her backward, still holding on to her mouth until they hit the bed.
She fell to the mattress, and he wordlessly used his leg to nudge her thighs apart, brushing a thumb across his mouth as he angled his head, watching the dress slide up from the movement to reveal the hint of black panties.
As he went to his knees, he hooked his hands beneath her thighs and yanked her to the edge of the bed, then raced his palms high up the inside of her silky, smooth legs.
He glimpsed at her staring down at him with heat and passion burning in her hooded eyes. The lamp on the nightstand was the only source of light in the room. Not enough to fully illuminate, but just enough to get a good look at her.
He dragged a finger across her lace-covered mound, hooked a finger inside the edge of her thong, and pulled the material back to see her pink pussy pulse right before his eyes.
She was wet. Ready.
And he had every intention of taking his time. Making this one night they’d have together last forever.
“Roman,” she cried out as he eased his mouth to the inside of her thigh. He pressed a kiss to her soft skin before working his mouth higher, touching her everywhere with his lips except her sex, which had her clawing at his shoulders.
She hooked her ankles behind his back, inviting him closer. Demanding it.
He lifted his face from between her thighs to find her eyes again, and while he kept their gaze locked, he buried two fingers inside her tight channel. Seeing her mouth rounding as she gasped in pleasure nearly sent him over the edge.
She was slick with arousal, and in a strained voice, she admitted, “I’ve never been so wet in all of my life.”
Good. He never wanted her wet for anyone else and came close to confessing that, but he bit his tongue. “Eyes on me, Harper,” he commanded when she nearly lost sight of him, far too much depth to his tone.
But he needed this, to see her come undone because of his touch. To study her eyes as they glistened with unshed tears as he thrust his two fingers in and out of her. To never forget the way her pouty lips rolled inward as her dimples appeared.
Her panties were still on, just off to the side as he continued to work his fingers inside her. He set his free hand on the inside of her thigh and pushed, keeping her legs nice and wide so he had the perfect view of her clenching around his thick fingers.
“Now you’re the one not looking at me,” she rasped, which had his lips curling into a smile.
“You distracted me.” He added a third finger, needing to get her ready for him so it wouldn’t hurt when he plunged inside her, and she let out a cry, her lashes fluttering but eyes remained pinned on him. Her breasts, still restricted by the dress, heaved with deep exhalations.
“I’m going to fuck you with my mouth, Harper. Do what I’ve been dying to do for far longer than you know.” A deep, dark desire had consumed him. Taken over. But that word with Harper felt so far removed from what he felt happening between them.
She lifted her hips with a plea for him to do exactly that, and he chucked his thoughts and buried his face between her legs.
“Roman,” she hissed around throaty cries of ecstasy as he slid his tongue along the seam of her sex as his fingers pumped inside of her.
Her short nails scraped along his scalp, then she fisted his hair, her body shuddering far too fast because he was nowhere near done with her.
“I-I couldn’t stop it . . .” She pressed her hands to his shoulders as if the pleasure was now turning to torture with his tongue still on her, and he eased his mouth back and removed his hand to see her lust-drunk eyes positioned on him.
A sated look from the woman he’d wanted so desperately.
“I need you inside me, but I don’t have a condom.
Please tell me you came prepared.” Her lips flipped into a devious, adorable smile.
“What do you think?” he growled out while standing.
Before he left for the club, he told himself not to put a condom in his wallet, especially not three. If he knew he had them, he’d want to use them, and he’d needed to eliminate temptation. And yet . . . three purple foil wrappers were in his black leather wallet right now.
“Good. I’m worried if you had to go to the hotel gift shop, you wouldn’t come back.” She frowned as if terrified she’d spoiled the mood, and he might abort and leave.
She had no clue how much he should have done precisely that, for her sake, but the only way he’d be leaving the room was if she asked.
He knelt and unlaced his boots, pressing a few kisses to her knee in the process. He’d bow and worship this woman forever if only he could.
Once his boots and socks were off, he stood and stepped back as she rose and spun around. “Help with the zipper?”
A low, gravelly sound escaped his barely parted lips as he struggled with the damn thing. He used a little too much force, and he heard a rip. “Shit, sorry.”
She peeled the dress from her upper body and let it fall to her feet before facing him.
No bra. He’d been right.
“I’m not sorry,” she said in a husky tone as he worked his gaze from her black lace panties up to her full breasts.
He forgot about his own clothes, almost forgot how to breathe as he felt the weight of her perfect tits in his hands. He swiped the pads of his thumbs over her nipples a few times, drawing them into hard points.
She slid her arms up between them and held his eyes as she worked at undressing him after forcing his hands out of the way. He placed them on her torso and dragged his fingers along her silhouette before finding her ass.
The music was still playing in the background. The same song on repeat. Lost in the Middle of Nowhere.
He was lost with this woman in his arms. And fuck if he never wanted to be found.
“Now you’re the one distracting me.” Her tone was beyond erotic as her fingers stilled on his belt buckle.
He pulled her tight to his body to feel her skin on his. Soft and hot. Her breasts smashed to his chest as he kept a firm hold of her ass cheeks, and her palms wandered from his belt around to his back beneath his open shirt.
“I’ve waited so long for this that I want to go slow,” she murmured. “But because of that, I can’t wait another second.”
He released her and stepped back.
They had three condoms to use. So, maybe they could be impatient their first time because he was burning for her, too. And he’d make the other two last forever.
“I have three,” he said before kissing her, twining their tongues.
“Then take me now,” she demanded between hungry open-mouthed kisses. She pulled out of his arms and climbed onto the bed, shifting to all fours at the center, and he nearly bit down on his knuckles as he observed this gorgeous woman giving him the view of a lifetime.
He rid himself of his shirt and pants as she swiveled around on her knees and began to slide down her panties to show the smooth V between her legs.
“Briefs,” she said before he finished discarding her panties for her. “I knew it.”
“Oh really?” Shit, he’d nearly joined her and forgot all about the three condoms in his wallet.
When he bent down to search for his pants, she whistled, and he peeked back to see her head angled, studying his glutes.
“Enjoying the view?” he asked with a husky laugh before resetting his focus on the condom retrieval.
“Oh, you have no idea.”
After securing all three foil wrappers, he ripped one open with his teeth and went to his knees on the bed. Her eyes were glued to his cock as he worked the condom down his hard length.
“I wish we didn’t have to use that. I want to feel you.” She closed her eyes as if embarrassed at her words and sat back on her heels.
The thought of taking her bare almost did him in, but the risks were too great. “We can’t. I wouldn’t be able to . . .” He let his sentence drift off, hoping she understood that he’d never be able to pull out in time once he was inside her.
“I know,” she whispered. “How do you want me, Roman?”
He did his best not to lose control. To not ravage her like some beast, but she was provoking the ever-loving hell out of him while swaying her hips softly to the side and holding one breast in her hand with her fingers now parting her pussy with the other.
“I think I might die, woman.” He snatched her into his arms in one fast motion, unable to stop himself, and pinned their bodies together.
“That’s how I’ll feel if you don’t take me now,” she returned as he tipped her chin to look into her eyes.
“I’d never hurt you.” He meant that in so many ways, and he was terrified he was violating that promise by being with her tonight, but . . .
“Roman, please,” she begged, her brows tight and her body trembling in his arms.
He lowered her to her back, needing to be on top their first time so he could stare deep into her eyes when he entered her. Her long, dark hair fanned out beneath her head on the pillow, and he held his weight up with one hand while bringing his shaft to her center.
When he finally pushed inside, and she latched on to his biceps with a hiss between her teeth and tears filling her eyes, he knew he’d never get over her. Even when he was gone from her life.
She’d mentioned moving on.
This was far from it.
He refused to consider this a mistake, though. How could anything so wrong feel this right?
“I’m already addicted to you,” she whispered as he worked himself in and out with gentle movements, trying not to hurt her. He didn’t lean in for a kiss because he didn’t dare lose hold of her big brown eyes.
Addicted. Yeah, he was addicted.
And tomorrow was going to be hell. And the day after.
But tonight, he had every intention of being all in.