Chapter 32
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
“I’ve gotten your dress all wet,” Roman rasped, pinning Harper to the wall just inside their hotel suite. He lowered his eyes to her mouth but didn’t kiss her.
And oh Lord, this man.
“That’s not the only thing that’s wet right now,” she responded, breathing heavily against his chest.
“Oh yeah? Where else?” He swept her hands above her head and linked her wrists with one hand as his other pushed up her dress.
Her lips remained parted in desperation for his touch. For his kiss.
Not even ten minutes ago, she’d witnessed Roman take down three men with his bare hands, after which he’d informed Luciano that he and Harper were retiring to their room, then he whispered a directive to Finn to keep an eye on his uncle.
He’d clearly lost his patience. His need for her was too heavy and, well, very thick against her body right now.
“I think you know,” she cried as he trailed his fingers up her thigh, slowly inching his way to her sex. But when he reached the apex of her legs, he stilled.
“No panties?” he asked, his tone dangerously low and intoxicating.
“You saw my dress. You know I couldn’t have worn any—” She gasped as he buried two fingers inside her without hesitation, holding her eyes as he did so.
This was her Roman. Strong, passionate, and intense in every way she loved. The man who would worship her with his hands and mouth, giving special attention to every part of her naked body.
“Is this where I got you wet?” He leaned closer, still not giving her his mouth. “Tell me where, Harper,” he said, pulling his fingers out of her like a tease, and ugh, that was a turn-on.
Her nipples were so hard they were almost painful. Her sex was wet, and he knew it. Her desire had to be slick on his fingers, but he loved to hear the dirty words from her mouth. And it had her stomach muscles clenching as he angled his head, observing her, waiting for her answer.
She wanted to free a hand to touch him, to feel his hard shaft that had to be throbbing in his too-expensive pants. “My sex, between my legs . . . my pussy,” she gave in on a whimper just as he fingered her again, and she screamed out, “Yes, oh yes.”
He slanted his lips, swallowing her cries as he continued to work his fingers in and out. She opened her mouth, inviting his tongue to dance with hers as she worked herself against his hand.
“I need to be able to touch you,” she said when his lips went to her cheek and traveled toward her ear. “Please.”
He huffed out a deep breath, released her hands, and removed his palm from her body.
“So enthralled with me, you haven’t noticed your wet socks and shoes, which I know you can’t stand,” she said with a smirk. “I’m thinking you should strip for me.”
The corners of his lips turned up as he took two steps back and removed his tie.
He took his time unbuttoning the wet dress shirt, and she’d swear he turned her brain to mush.
With his secrets revealed, did he have any flaws aside from always stopping at a yellow light?
And ohhh . . . it makes sense now. Roman’s life had been flipped upside down when his cousin Thiago died, all because Roman’s dad had run a red light.
Harper shook her thoughts free, wanting to stay in the moment.
Roman’s shoes and socks were off in a flash, and all that was left were his pants, which were now unzipped.
Unable to stop herself, she fell to her knees before him, taking his pants down with her. She looked up at him as he stared down at her, his dark eyes piercing her soul.
Briefs next, and then his cock sprang free. Thick and veiny and perfect. She swirled her tongue around his head, and he let go of a gruff sound when she put him into her mouth.
One hand went to her head, and he gently held her hair as she peered at him, taking him in and out of her mouth. Had she ever been so turned on in her life?
Her hands went around to his glutes, drawing him in deeper.
“Harper,” he hissed between his teeth. “Stop. I can’t come in your mouth. I need to be inside of you.”
She brought one hand to his shaft and pumped him with a loose fist a few more times before easing off him. He guided her upright and crushed his mouth over hers, stepping out of his pants and briefs in the process.
He cupped her face and held her as they kissed, and they walked backward farther into the room, searching for the bed.
“Now you strip for me,” he said against her mouth before stepping away and sitting on the bed. He stroked himself as he watched her, and she would for sure trip removing her dress if she remained focused on the fluid movements of his hand.
She wet her lips and dragged the side zipper down, slowly working off the one shoulder strap.
Roman’s hand went still as she exposed her breasts and shimmied free from the dress.
“Keep the heels on,” he said before she could take them off, and his command had her knees pinning together for a brief second, desire fluttering hot in her core.
She turned around to give him a show while she bent down to move aside her discarded dress, and she gasped when she felt him hook an arm around her stomach and pin her back to his chest. Skin to skin.
On instinct, she moved her hips, grinding her ass against him as his large palm wandered up to her breast before going to her face, and he turned her toward him. His lips met hers from over her shoulder, but she didn’t stop moving.
“I love you,” he said between kisses, and God, it was so good to hear.
“I love you, too,” she nearly panted before he spun her into his arms to face him.
He stared down into her eyes, his brows slanting together. “Are you on the pill?”
Her chest squeezed at his question. Did he want to make love without a condom? She’d love to, but . . . “No.” What was the point in birth control pills? They hadn’t been together in months, and she’d had no intention of seeing anyone else.
A smile crossed his face, which she hadn’t expected, and he brought his mouth to hers. “Good.”
Good?
Before she could process his sentiment any further, he kissed her, then scooped her into his arms and draped her legs over his forearms. “Roman, you were hit by a car less than a week ago.” And took down those goons in the pool downstairs.
“I’m perfect.” He walked her to the bed and gently set her down before climbing over her. “I want you.”
“I know,” she said with a smile, running her hands over the contours of his muscles.
“No, I mean, I want you without protection.” He swallowed, his tone thick with emotion. “I want to start trying. I don’t want to wait.”
The world stopped spinning for what felt like an entire revolution around the sun. “You want to start trying to, um, have a baby?” she asked breathlessly in surprise.
His strong arms held his weight over her, his knees on each side of her body. “You don’t have to decide—”
“Roman.” Tears filled her eyes. “You know how I feel. How much I want a family with you.”
He bent down and set a kiss near the corner of her eye where a tear had escaped. “So, I can come inside of you? Feel you coming apart around me with nothing between us while I lose myself in you completely?” he asked in a throaty voice.
She swallowed and managed a nod, unable to speak.
And just in case he hadn’t seen her the first time, she nodded again because her words were still stuck in her throat.
This.
Freaking this.
Yes.
Roman positioned himself at her center, and she set her hands to his biceps, needing the support so the bed didn’t swallow her whole. She cried out when he thrust deep inside her and momentarily bowed his head and went completely still once he was to the hilt.
“Look at me.” She cupped her palm to his jaw, desperate to look into his eyes as her emotions pummeled her in the best of ways.
Nuzzling his face into her hand, he squeezed his eyes shut tighter.
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m just . . .” With a kiss to her palm, he parted his lids and peered down at her, his mocha eyes glossy with unshed tears. “I’ve just never felt . . .” He lightly shook his head.
She got it. Understood it perfectly. And the rest of her turned to mush at the sight of the man she loved with all of her heart, unafraid to share his emotions with her.
“You own me, Harper.” His tone dropped lower as his brows tightened even more. “You fucking own me.”
“You own me, too,” she returned softly.
In her mind, they were a binary star, a pair of stars gravitationally bound, orbiting around each other that, from a distance, appeared to be a single point of light. And in that same way, she and Roman were two souls fated to belong together forever—heart, body, and mind.
He slowly began moving again, lowering his mouth to hers, and she hooked her legs around his back, her heels going to his thighs, hoping she didn’t hurt him as she bucked and moved with him, needing to be as close as humanly possible.
He stretched her as he went deep, his hips moving slightly in circular motions as he drew out their time together to make it last. She knew if he kept pumping hard, he’d come fast. It’d been too long since they’d been together, and the level of intensity without a condom, knowing he may one day get her pregnant from their act of love, was almost more than her heart could handle.
His mouth skated to her ear. “You need to come, baby. I’m not going to be able to hold out much longer.” The tight strain of his voice was evident to that fact.
She’d been trying her hardest not to, but with his desperate, raspy request, she wouldn’t be able not to if she tried.
She tightened her hold of his arms as he stared down at her with love in his eyes, and she moved harder and faster, and the friction from his groin on her sensitive nub had her crying out, “Yes, yes, yes,” as they both came, and he poured his seed inside of her before collapsing off to her side.
They were sweaty and panting, but when she turned to look at this man with a heart of gold, she knew she’d be ready to go again. And soon.