When I pressed my palm into his chest, the heat of his skin warmed his jacket and my fingers. “You’re so full of it, Dr. Roman,” I joked.
He captured my hand against his chest, his eyes clashing with mine. The smile left his face, and the moment felt heavy. “Never for a minute doubt me when I say you’re amazing, Samantha.” He released my hand, but I left it there. “There are so many things I want to say to you right now, but again, I’m caught feeling like it’s not a good time. So instead, I say… Goodnight, sweet Samantha.”
Dropping his hand from my hair, he ran it down my arm, leaving chills in its wake.
It was as if he couldn’t stop touching me, and I loved it. He made me feel more desired and loved than I had been in my entire life, which made no sense because I was sure Roman was not in love with me. Still, a girl could dream.
Leaning in, he pressed a chaste kiss to my lips, warming them and skimming my cheek with his hot breath.
I should have said goodnight. An honest woman would have. But I wasn’t an honest woman. I was desperate and needing. I wanted to feel his hands and lips all over me—bringing me to completion in a way Michael never cared enough to. I wasn’t honest, but if I were, I would admit to myself how deeply in love with Roman I was. Sure, there was desire, but the things I felt for him deep inside made that desire burn hotter.
“Stay,” I whispered into the space between us, shocking myself.
I didn’t want him to leave. I’d spent the night imagining his hands on me. I wasn’t sure I’d make it through the night knowing he was lying in bed a few doors down from me.
His eyes examined my face, looking for a crack in my positive exterior. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice strong and steady.
I loved that about Roman. No matter what he was feeling inside, he was always so calm on the outside. It made feeling safe in his arms that much easier.
“Yes.”
The heated word bounced from my mouth seconds before he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine again. Heat surged in my core, sparking something inside that made me moan against his mouth. His body pressed against mine, pushing us both inside the room and making the door click shut behind us.
I opened for him, letting his tongue swipe against mine, and again, a tiny moaned slipped from the back of my throat and landed against his lips.
Pulling away, he exhaled through his nose as he pressed his forehead to mine and closed his eyes. “Those sweet little noises are going to be the death of me.”
Swallowing hard, I breathed the taste of him in. “I’m sorry,” I apologized as I licked my lips.
Using his thumb, he wiped away the moisture from my bottom lip. “Don’t ever apologize for being sexy, Samantha.”
And then, he kissed me again softly, his sweet flavor rushing over my tongue. Pulling me closer, his hands moved around my sides before resting on my hips. The fabric of my dress tightened across my ass when he fisted it.
Moving from my mouth, his lips skimmed my cheek before he nibbled my neck. I leaned back, enjoying the feel of everything he was doing. Then he lost his fingers in my hair and kissed me harder. The sense of urgency in what we were doing was growing by the second, and his kisses were becoming more desperate.
Pulling away, he took a deep breath before moving in again. His tongue worked mine, and he sucked on my lips and tongue. I’d never been kissed the way Roman kissed me. It was soft and sweet, yet wild and sexy at the same time.
His fingers moved from my hair and down the sides of my neck. He continued until he was fingering the collar of my dress and slowly tugging it down. Moving back, his eyes devoured every exposed piece of my flesh he revealed. It was as if I were a gift he’d wanted all of his life, and he was finally allowed to unwrap me.
“If you want me to stop, say so now. I can’t promise I’ll be able to once I taste you.”
The sleeves of my dress fell down my arms, trapping them at my sides and revealing my silk bra. His lips touched my shoulders, his tongue skimming my bra strap.
“Samantha?” He breathed my name against my skin. “Tell me to stop, love.”
In the back of my mind, I knew I should tell him to stop, but I couldn’t make the words leave my lips. Instead, I stepped away and began to peel my dress from my body. His eyes moved from my bra, down over my stomach, and continued until he was looking back up and gazing into my eyes.
Once my dress was around my ankles, I stepped out of it and stood before him in only my bra, panties, and thigh highs.
“Samantha.” He said my name with an exhale and a prayer. “You’re so lovely.”
And then he moved closer, pressing his body to mine. Running my hands up his chest, I relieved him of his coat. It fell to the floor at our feet. Tilting my head up for more, I pressed my lips to his and kissed him as if he were mine to kiss.
I fiddled with his tie until it was loose enough to pull over his head. He smiled down at me with a boyish grin, effectively melting my heart and leaving a scar in my soul.
My fingers went to work on his buttons as he pulled down the straps of my bra and littered my shoulders and neck with kisses. And then my bra was gone and Roman sucked my nipple in between his lips, making me cry out in pleasure. He alternated between soft flicks of his tongue and suction, and I felt as if my body was coming alive.
Forgetting about unbuttoning his shirt, I pulled it apart. Buttons clattered to the floor, and Roman chuckled softly against my breast. Coming up, he kissed me hard, sucking my bottom lips into his mouth as he nibbled it.
Turning us, he walked me to the bed and laid me down. He plucked my heels from my feet, tossing them to the floor, and then he climbed over my mostly naked body, placing kissing on my body in random places he passed.
Losing my hands in his messy locks, I held his mouth to my body, gasping every now and again when he licked my skin or bit softly. Opening my legs, I let him fall in between them, pushing my thighs out and pressing the hardness tucked behind his zipper into my soaked panties.
Slowly, he worked his hand past the elastic waist of the silk, running his finger across the throbbing bundle of nerves at my center. I lifted my hips, thrusting for more.
“Please, Roman,” I said, biting into my bottom lip.
“Please what, love? Tell me what you want,” he said against my neck as he continuously kissed and sucked.
He was everywhere, including my mind. My body hummed under his attention, dripping for him and longing for his touch.
“I need you.”
It was all I could say. It was all I could think. I needed him to put out the burn that was raging inside of me. I needed him to give me the relief I knew he could give. And I simply needed him. Roman had changed me—made me smile and laugh—slowly brought back the girl I used to be.
“You have no idea what you saying that does to me,” he said, sliding his finger into my folds and swirling it in the wetness within.
Again, I lifted my hips and gasped at the sensations that were slowly building beneath his touch. Reaching down, I covered his hand and pressed it deeper into me.
More.
I wanted it. My body craved it.
Finally, his finger moved into my passage and began massaging a secret soft spot that was slowly moving me closer to the edge. Air puffed from my open mouth, along with tiny sounds I couldn’t stop.
And then he pulled his finger away and starting moving down my body. His mouth skimmed my skin, making me squirm into the sheets. Peeling my panties from my body, he tossed them to the floor and leaned down to kiss the inside of my thigh.
“I’m going to taste every square inch of you before this night is over,” he said against my folds.
And then he made good on his promise as he licked my slit with a flat tongue and sucked my clit into his mouth.
“You taste so good, love. Like sugar and sin.”
Again, he sucked me before pushing two fingers deep within. My thighs fell open for him, and my hands pressed on the back of his head
for more. He ate me in a way I never knew was possible, humming against my wet flesh as if I were the best thing he had ever tasted.
As he worked his fingers in and out, the build started within me and was held captive by his touch. He was in control of my pleasure. He knew the combination to open me up, and slowly he pressed that combination in.
I climbed with each swipe of his tongue—each entrance of his fingers—until finally, I was hanging on the brink and begging him loudly to give me what I craved.
And then I was falling, calling out Roman’s name as if he were the only thing keeping me on the earth. I saw stars as my body emptied into a fountain of pleasure that Roman continued to draw from. I closed my eyes, lost in the sensation, and when I opened them, he was above me.
He made quick work of his pants, pushing them down his legs and from his body. I lay there, limp with contracting muscles in my folds that begged for more.
Once his pants were gone, he adjusted himself between my legs. His hot length pressed at my entrance, igniting the flame inside of me all over again. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pulled him down for a kiss and sucked my flavor from his tongue.
“I can’t take it anymore. I need you inside of me, Roman. Please,” I begged.
“Anything,” he panted against my lips. “Anything you want, Samantha. I’m yours, love.”
And then he moved his hips, shattering every vow I’d taken nine years ago, and finalizing my transformation into the girl I used to be.
I LOST MYSELF in Samantha, flexing my hips as if I couldn’t get deep enough. Her sweet moans filled the room as I worked my body into hers over and over again.
Her hot, tight flesh surrounded my girth and gripped tightly at me as I plunged deep inside of her. Sensations worked themselves down my spine and into my tailbone before shooting down my length, pushing noises of pleasure past my lips.
She was amazing in every way—responsive to every move and touch I made. Her fingernails dug into my back and arse, stinging and adding pain to my pleasure.
“Yes, Roman. You feel so good. So. Good,” she said repeatedly.
I wanted to make her feel good—to make her feel the way she made me feel. And every time she said something, it sent pleasure down into my hips and brought me closer to the edge.
I plunged into her, filling her with everything I was. Pressing my lips to hers, I caught her sounds with my tongue and my own sounds blended with hers.
“I’m so close. Don’t stop,” she breathed against my lips.
I could feel her tightening around me, and I knew any minute she would explode and bathe me with her sweetness. “Come on, love. Give it to me,” I said, speeding up and working my hips harder.
She closed her eyes, the back of her head digging into the pillow, and then she bit into her lip before she opened her mouth and cried out loudly. Her body gripped harder, flexing around me, and wet warmth covered me as she came long and hard.
I didn’t stop. Pumping my hips harder and faster, I felt my own release rapidly coming. Burying my head into her neck, my breathing sped up with my body. Everything below tightened as my little death crept in. Biting into her shoulder, I let go and came hard inside of her—shooting all that I was deep into her core. It was satisfying to claim her as my own even though in the back of my mind, I knew she never would be.
She held me to her body, sweat layering our skin, beginning to cool when we became still. I lay on top of her, feeling her heartbeat against my chest, before pulling out and falling to my side. Pulling her to my side, she snuggled into me and I released a much-needed breath.
Happiness seeped into me, and with a smile on my face, I slept.
We woke twice during the night, gripping at each other and drowning in pleasure. It was an amazing night. One that I would never forget.
I WOKE THE next morning with Samantha snuggled to my side with a sleepy smile. My body hummed and already, I could feel myself hardening against her thigh again. I was insatiable when it came to her. I couldn’t get enough. I wanted to fill her over and over again until I couldn’t anymore.
But something heavy weighed on my chest. As I lay there trying to figure out what was wrong with such a perfect situation, I knew it was guilt that was beginning to choke me. I hated the idea of such a terrible feeling being attached to all the wonder that was Samantha, but no matter how much I tried to swallow it, it stayed lodged in my chest.
Turning on my side, I took in her face—her flushed cheeks and thoroughly kissed lips. She was beautiful, and even if it was only for the weekend, she was mine. Reaching out, I smoothed away her hair, pushing it out of her face before I leaned in and kissed her softly.
“I love you, Samantha,” I whispered against her skin, knowing she didn’t hear me while she slept.
It was the best way. I’d wanted to say it from the moment I realized it, but saying it to her wasn’t going to get me anywhere. At least this way, I got it out with no harm done.
She began to move, breathing in deeply before her eyes slowly opened and I was staring into the dark orbs that had a way of pulling me in.
“Good morning,” she said, her voice weak with sleep.
“It definitely is.” I smiled down at her.
And it was. The best I’d ever had.
WE SPENT THE day together. First making love in the shower, and then taking on the city. We ate lunch at a romantic bistro and held hands like a young couple in love. It was everything I wanted and more, but no matter what, I felt guilty knowing her husband was at home while I was busy losing myself in Samantha and her body.
I dropped her off at her room with a kiss when it was time for us to get ready for the conference I was in town to attend. I could hardly wait to get back to Samantha’s room. Being away from her for even an hour while we dressed was too much. Especially knowing that come tomorrow morning, our intimate setting would be gone and we’d be back in Miami, living our normal lives.
With a red rose in hand, I went to Samantha’s to pick her up. Tapping on the door, I waited until I heard the lock click and the door opened. And then there she was, standing in front of me, looking like the most beautiful creature in the world, and smiling back at me.
Her gorgeous body was wrapped in black silk that cascaded around her legs in loose folds. Her shoulders were bare except for the diamond-drop earrings that rested against her neck. Her hair was up, with lights curls that refused to be tied down falling loosely around her perfect face. She was beautiful. More beautiful than beautiful.
Pulling her into my arms, I kissed her hard. She pushed me away with a giggle.
“You’re ruining my lipstick, Roman,” she said, dabbing at the color that I’d smeared on the side.
She reached up and ran her finger across my lips, taking away the color I’d stolen with my kisses.
“I’m going to ruin more than your lipstick when we get back,” I flirted. As if we hadn’t spent the night in each other’s arms, she blushed sweetly. Giving her my arm, I shivered when she wrapped hers around mine.
When we reached the venue where the conference was being held, she stiffened at the door before we could enter. The doors had opened, revealing a room packed with people who were dressed to kill.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, turning to her in concern.
She was shaking and her blushed cheeks had gone white. It was a side of Samantha I hadn’t had a chance to see.
“I’m sorry I’m shaking. I always get nervous at these kinds of things. I’m not like those ladies in there, Roman. I’m not confident enough to walk through that room with my nose in the air.”
Pulling her into my arms, I nuzzled her cheek and breathed her in. “You’re nothing like those women, and that’s what I love the most about you. Be confident in your own way.” I leaned back and captured her warm cheeks in my palms. “Confidence isn’t walking into a room with your nose in the air. It’s walking into a room without having to make any comparisons to the people around you. Don’t compare yourself
to those people, Samantha, because they don’t compare to you.”
She took a deep breath and smiled up at me, squeezing my arm. “How do you always know the right things to say?”
“That’s easy. I know you, Samantha.” My eyes moved her face, taking in every expression that passed over it.
“I love that you do, Roman. I love…” She stopped, her eyes moving over my face. “I love it more than you realize.”
I wanted to tell her then how much I loved her. The moment was perfect. It was the moment I’d been waiting for, but the words stuck to my tongue. It wouldn’t change anything except for the fact that my words would loom over us and add stress to our situation.
Instead, I patted the hand she rested on my arm and pulled it up to kiss it.
“I know exactly what you mean, love,” I said against the back of her hand, the soft skin tickling my lips. “Ready?”
She nodded and squared her shoulders like a soldier prepared for war.
“That’s my girl.” I winked down at her, drawing a glowing smile from her.
Walking into the hotel ballroom, we left everything at the door. Moving toward the gathered crowds, Samantha stopped me, pulling on my arm. When I saw what caught her attention, I smiled sheepishly. A picture of me was on display. The words CONGRATULATIONS DR.BLAKE was on the bottom in thick, black lettering.
“What is this?” Samantha asked, confused.
“Didn’t I mention this evening was for me?”
Her eyes narrowed. “Nope. Seems you failed to mention that little fact.”
I laughed. “It’s not a big deal.”
“It seems to be a very big deal if they’re putting on an event this large just for you.”
“It’s validation I don’t need, but it seems you Americans need the gratification that comes with being considered good at what you do.”
She laughed. “Us Americans?”
“Yes. Excluding you, of course,” I teased.
“I hope so.” She pouted and I laughed, bending over to kiss her lips without care for who might recognize her from Miami.
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