I reach up and run my fingers through Roman’s thick hair.
It’s been a long moment and he hasn’t answered my question yet. Was it too much? Did I push it too far? He’s said he wanted us to come over to his place and make out. Was it too soon to ask him?
A hundred questions were running in my mind with every second that Roman stared at my mouth, without answering.
Finally, I see him swallow hard and then he clears his throat.
“Isabel, I just want to make sure you know something before we do anything else.”
His blue eyes look straight at me with an intensity that makes my breath catch in my throat.
“Okay,” I say softly, moving away and letting my hands drop to his shoulders.
He pauses for a second and squeezes my waist.
“I want you to know that this isn’t just about sex for me.” His words are rushed and hurried. “I have very strong feelings for you and I don’t want you to think that I’m just interested in the physical aspect of our relationship.”
He looks down for a moment, reaching up and taking my hand in his. He brings it to his mouth and kisses the back of my palm. His gaze returns to mine, “Is that too much?”
I shake my head. “No, it’s not. I feel the same way.” I try to smile through the warm feelings coursing through me. Both happiness and uncertainty unfurl in my chest.
Roman’s eyes brighten up and he smiles back at me.
“Come on, I’ll show you my room.”
I grin happily and get off his lap, standing as he picks his backpack and mine and takes my hand.
“Are you hungry?” He asks on the way up the stairs.
“Not for food.” I say coyly, glancing up at him.
He laughs, squeezing my hand and quickening his pace. When we reach the landing, Roman takes a left and I see a door a few feet away. Roman pushes it open and we step in.
I like it instantly.
His bed is placed to the right of the entrance. He has royal blue sheets that match the color of his eyes when he’s aroused. I smile at that. Behind me, Roman shuts the door and places our bags on the chair next to his study table. I move in further and look around. A door to my left opens to a bathroom and I see a few bathroom items stocked neatly on the marble counter.
An empty laundry basket stands just outside the door. To my right, besides Roman’s bed is a wooden study table with books and notes stacked on it. I see a picture frame with a photograph of his family in it. On the wall next to it, is a poster of the Avengers in bright, bold color. I step toward it and touch it lightly with my fingers.
“I like this,” I say slowly and look around some more. He has a couple of comics in a tiny bookshelf on the other side of his bed. I look through his stack of novels and find a few interesting ones. Maybe he’ll let me borrow some if he doesn’t mind.
When I’m done making a full circle and exploring his room, Roman moves from his position near the door and comes to me.
“What do you think?” He takes my hand in his.
I look back at his poster of The Avengers.
“I think I like it a lot.” I smile.
He lets out a breath, like he’s been holding it for a while.
Taking a step back, I look around, not wanting to rush into it too soon. But I’m trying hard not to look at his bed. I want to crawl under the sheets or stay on it. As long as I have Roman above me or under me, we could be on the carpet for all I cared.
As if sensing the direction of my thoughts, Roman reaches up and touches my cheek.
I look up at him, my heart beginning to beat just a little bit faster. It’s difficult to stay still, to hold back from wrapping my arms around his neck and kiss him like my body has been dying to for the past four days.
Tentatively, I reach up on my toes and press my lips to his. It surprises me as always at how soft yet firm his lips are. When he begins to brush them against mine, I close my eyes and let go. Instantly, I feel Roman’s arms come around my waist. He slowly takes small step forward and my body follows on instinct. I step back each time he takes a step ahead. In a few seconds I feel the backs of my thighs hit the bed and I lower myself.
Roman follows me down, all the while kissing me gently. It’s sweet. But slow. And for a moment I let it stay that way.
When I feel his body move completely over mine, I quickly turn us over so he’s on his back and I’m leaning above him.
His eyes open behind his glasses and he looks surprised.
I don’t give him a chance to speak. Reaching out, I take his glasses off and place them on the table as carefully as I can. I sense the goosebumps rising all over my skin. In my ears, my blood rushes hotly. I can’t stand the distance between our bodies and I eliminate it. Without his glasses on, Roman looks even more handsome than he usually does. I barely have time to dwell on that particular thought.
His lips find mine in a heated kiss and I moan out loud.
Lifting my hips, I straddle him, putting my knees on either side of his waist. My shirt rides up my back and I’m elated when Roman’s hands touch me there, his fingers warm and firm. To my pleasant surprise, he lets his fingers wander further up, his thumbs brushing my stomach. My skin gets hot and my nerve endings feel like they are on fire.
He murmurs my name in a soft whisper that makes the pulse in my abdomen go wild.
I kiss him harder, wanting this contact with his skin. Roman abruptly pulls me close to him and sits up, moving me so I’m once again in his lap with my legs bent at my knees, my feet on either side of his waist.
I pull back to take a breath but don’t let him go. I move my lips to his jaw and bite him there. Roman groans lowly and then his lips are on my neck, sucking and kissing at the sensitive skin of my nape. My mouth opens in a silent moan when his tongue brushes the spot below my ear.
His arms are like steel bands around me and I’m surprised at his strength. My torso is pressed up against his tightly and yet, somehow it isn’t enough.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Isabel.” He groans in my ear, kissing me there.
I turn my head and his mouth latches on mine.
Hunger and desire claw at me. I’m wet between my thighs and it hurts to stay still. I can feel Roman’s erection pressing into me. At this point, I’m not sure I can keep my senses long enough to stay completely clothed.
I want to touch Roman’s skin so badly.
“I could kiss you forever.” He says softly this time, murmuring it against my lips before kissing me again.
I wrap my arm around his neck and hold on to him.
My nipples rub against my bra and I almost flinch at how sensitive they feel.
I loosen my grip on Roman and slip my hands under his shirt. I tug at it and he lifts his arms up, helping me to take it off. I pause as I look at him.
He’s lean but well-defined and for a second, my jaw goes slack.
Roman’s palm cups my cheek and he kisses my mouth.
“Hey, what is it?”
It takes me a second to answer.
“You’re beautiful.” I say slowly, feeling the blush creeping up my cheeks.
Roman looks at me solemnly for a long moment. Then he reaches down and his fingers are at the hem of my shirt.
He looks at me questioningly. “May I, Isabel?”
Dear God, yes.
I catch hold of the hem and pull it up and off me in a quick movement. Then I look at him.
Roman’s eyes are fixed on mine.
The slightly chilly air makes my skin feel even more sensitive. I’m clad only in my pale blue bra and my jeans. I’m very conscious of the slight roll of my stomach and the unsexy bra I chose today.
I see Roman’s throat work hard as he swallows. Then he lets his gaze run over me.
His hands touch my waist and I almost jump. This is all so new. And yet so exhilarating.
“You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.” His voice is rough and low.
He looks back up at me.
“I’m almost afraid to touch you.” His words are a rasp.
I feel like my heart is about to beat right out of my chest.
I take his hands in mine and hold them. Roman’s pupils are dilated, and the sight fascinates me.
“Don’t be.” I say softly and move in to kiss him.