“Angel, what happened earlier today?” He asks, his voice soft.
“I…” I can’t finish what I’m going to say and my gaze moves away from his.
“Don’t look away, tell me,” he murmurs.
I glance back into his eyes. “You said something that reminded me of my dad.” I say, my lips trembling.
His arms tighten around me and he presses his lips to my temple. “I’m sorry, baby.”
I angle my head back to meet him and he spins me around until I have my arms around his neck.
He doesn’t kiss me. Roman is just holding me and rubbing his hands up and down my back.
“Does your family know I am coming over?” I ask stretching my arms out to push my body back in order to look up into his eyes.
“Yes,” he answers. “Are you ready?”
“Yes,” I say breaking away from him to pick up my phone.
“You need to pack an overnight bag,” he says from behind me.
I turn slowly around to find him eyeing me with his stance of authority. He really can be intimating at times.
“I can’t,” I stammer.
“My house is a ways away from here.” He says locking is penetrating black orbs on me. “And, I want you to spend the night.”
I slump onto my bed. “I’m not ready…”
I don’t know what I am not ready for. I haven’t been with any man for over two years. There needs to be some time for me to prepare myself for the intimacy Roman needs.
“Give me some time,” I finish, before he can say anything back.
“Love, who broke you?” He asks, sitting down next to me.
“Myself,” I whisper.
“One day you will let me fix you and I will take care of everything.” He grabs my hand and tugs me up with him. “Shall we?”
“No bag?” I ask, biting my lip.
“No bag,” Roman walks me out to his awaiting car.
After a forty five minute ride, we pull up to a ranch style home. Roman doesn’t stall as he takes me to the front door, and his family, standing in the foyer, greets us.
“I want to meet her,” a little girl about four years old pushes her way through the legs of the two adults standing in her way.
She holds out her arms for me to lift her up.
“Sophie, you will not ask her to pick you up,” A woman with Auburn hair pulls the little girl back.
“Ellie let her come to us.” Roman says lifting the little girl up.
A short older motherly woman with meat on her bones pulls me into a hug. She’s everything I have always dreamt my mother would have been.
“I have to call you Bella, beautiful girl.” She holds me at arm’s length and looks me over.
“I’m cooking lasagna, I hope you like.”
“Her lasagna will be the best you ever had.” The woman Roman called Ellie tells me.
I smile. “I’m sure it will be.”
“I’m Roman’s sister-in-law by the way.” She pulls me in for a hug. “We have to talk later, after dinner…okay?” She whispers in my ear.
I nod and she pulls away leaving with the woman I assume is Roman’s mom.
A little boy about nine years old walks around Roman to come to me.
“Hey,” he says. “I’m Marcus, named after my dad.”
“Nice to meet you Marcus,” I say, smiling down at him.
“Yeah, well, see you later.” Marcus walks away.
“Can she hold me now Uncle Roman?” Sophie pleads.
Roman arches his eyebrow and I hold out my arms to take her. She comes to me and nestles her head on my shoulder.
“I like you,” she says.
Roman chuckles and leads me to the family room, his hand on the small of my back. The house is decorated in a County style theme that looks just like a picture out of a Pottery Barn catalog.
Dinner is on the table when we arrive in the family room, Roman’s mom ushers us to the table. She takes Sophie from my arms and sets her down on a chair. Roman pulls out a chair for me and sits next to me.
“Bella, I am happy you are here. My figlio is different, he’s happy too.” She says with tears in her eyes. “Now let’s eat.”
Roman serves a plate for me before he gets a plate for himself. His mom spends the whole dinner talking about Italy and her childhood. She wants to take me there during the holidays.
Later, I find myself outside on a chaise lounge in the backyard with Roman’s mom and Ellie, empty wine glasses around us.
“I haven’t seen Roman look at anyone the way he looks at you. He watches your every move.” Ellie says half slurring her words.
She is drunk.
Roman’s mom seems to be asleep on her chaise lounge, she doesn’t move when Ellie taps her.
“Maura has been praying for Roman to find someone for over six years.” Ellie says bowing her head to look at her feet. “Has he told you about his ex-fiancée?”
“He did.” I say staring ahead to the lake.
“He left her and I know why,” She says smiling. “He didn’t look at her the way he looks at you.”
Roman walks out to the backyard glancing over to us, his eyes train on me and he stalks over. His gaze landing on Maura and Ellie for a second before it’s on me again. I feel so vulnerable, so expose with the way he’s looking at me.
His mom and sister sneaks away without making any noises.
Roman scoots me over on the lounge chair where he’s flat on his back and I’m lying on my side.
“We are staying the night here.” He says staring up to the stars.
“Roman…we,” I start.
“It’s a long drive back, Angel,” he whispers.
“I can drive,” I offer.
“I’m not letting my woman drive.”
He’d planned to keep me here all along. I’m not sure if it’s the wine but I don’t think I will fight him on this.
I look at him, studying his face. He’s trying very hard to keep a straight face but his lips slowly curving into a grin, his eyes crinkling in the corners. I playfully slap his chest. He chuckles and pulls me on top of him.
“You’re bad,” I giggle before planting a kiss on his lips.
It was supposed to be a quick kiss, but Roman moves fast, his hands are laced through my hair at the back of my head and he holds me prisoner. Roman returns my kiss, a wet hungry kiss. When he slips his tongue into my mouth a moan escapes my lips and I lose my inhibition.
I grind my lower body against his causing Roman to half roar and half groan into my mouth. He removes his hands from my hair and frantically tries to move my shirt up my ribcage.
“Roman, we can’t do this here,” I break away from his lush lips.
Roman doesn’t say anything back to me. He slides my body off of him and when I’m standing up, he gets up himself. He takes my hand to walk back into the house. His steps are fast and I find myself struggling to keep up with him.
We climb up the stairs and into a bedroom in record time. Roman takes me over to the bed and gently lays me down. He climbs up my body and moves my arms over my head, and then spreads my legs apart with his knees. My legs automatically wrap themselves around his waist pulling him closer. This time he’s the one to grind against me and I feel every inch of his erection. My head falls back and I let myself feel the sweet sensation of his body rubbing against mine.
“Angel, look at me,” Roman whispers.
I open my eyes to find Roman’s eyes hooded and filled with desires.
“I want you,” he starts. “After I take you, there will be no other man in your life.”
I bite down on my bottom lip; my thoughts fill with images of Kevin. I shake them away.
“It has always been just you. You’re the one I want. The only one I want.” I lift my head slightly to meet his lips with mine.
Roman takes my bottom lip with his teeth and sucks on it. My need for him explodes and I ache dangerously between my thighs.
“Roman, I need to feel you
r hands and lips all over my body, now.” I demand.
Roman moves off my body and kneels over me. He helps me with my shirt and bra. When they are off, he pushes me back onto the bed. He stares appreciatively at my naked chest.
“You have to be the most beautiful woman in the world, Angel.” His voice is husky.
I come undone with his words and I start to claw at his shirt, trying frantically to rip his shirt off of him.
“Patience, baby.” Roman whispers removing his shirt for me.
I want to feel his warm body against mine. I need to feel his body on me. I reach up to pull him onto me before his shirt is even off. Roman crushes his lips to mine and we kiss passionately. My nipples are getting hard and I love the feeling I’m getting from Roman’s toned chest brushing against them.
The feeling is so erotic.
I whimper into Roman’s mouth.
“I want to be inside of you, baby, so damn bad.” Roman grunts out. “But, I want to taste you first…everywhere.” He finishes his sentence by taking my nipple into his mouth.
He sucks gently at first, letting his tongue twirl in circles around and around. My eyes roll back into my head, letting the ecstasy wash over me. His hand on my other breast is doing its own sweet torture. I arch my back and try to get as far up as I can.
And just as I start to find myself unable to take the pleasure that is consuming my body anymore, Roman stops everything and kneels back up. He unbuttons my jeans and pulls down the zipper in such desperation I am afraid he was going to tear them. I lift my ass up to help him slide my jeans off of my body. My hands go to my thong to slide it off along with my jeans, but Roman stops me.
“I want it on you,” he simply says.
Roman drops my jeans on the floor and climbs back on top of me. He quickly kisses my lips before he moves down my neck leaving little tingling sensations. His lips find my breast again and I arch my back up anticipating the feeling I was going to get. But, Roman doesn’t stay long his tongue just skates over each of my nipples. I whimper in protest, but Roman pretends not to notice as his lips travel farther down my body.
When his lips reach the top of my lacy thong, he uses his hands to spread my legs apart. Roman sticks out his tongue and runs it across the material that is directly over my wetness.
Holy hell.
“You’re so wet…God, your smell is intoxicating.”
I lift my head and catches Roman looking back at me. His onyx eyes shine brightly and are filled with so much need. I lift my hand to thread my fingers through his hair as if to soothe him, he smiles back at me shyly.
I love his shy smile.
Roman drops his head and I feel his teeth skim along the top inside of my thigh. When his tongue moves my thong aside and slides into me, I hear myself scream out his name.
Roman moves his head back up to see if I’m okay. “Baby, did I do something wrong?”
I shake my head. “No, I like it. But, I don’t think I can take it anymore…I need you inside of me now.”
“But, I’m not done tasting you,” Roman pleads giving me puppy dog eyes.
I shake my head giggling at him. “No. I. Need. You. Now.”
Roman takes the hint and climb off the bed, once his jeans and boxers are off, I see him reach into his nightstand and pull out a condom. I take in his long lean body. He’s ripped with muscles but they are not bulky, he has more of a runner’s body. And, he doesn’t have any tattoos.
Tattoos…
And Kevin’s muscles…
I stop myself from going any farther with thoughts of Kevin.
Why is he even on my mind?
I return my focus back on Roman, the man standing in front of me, the man who’s about to make love to me.
He has the condom on now and I smile at his generous size. He climbs back on the bed and removes my thong. After he tosses it onto the floor, he gets in between my legs and leans over me. I wrap my legs around his waist as tight as I can get them and I snake my arms around his neck.
Roman kisses the top of my head. “You’re amazing, you know that right?”
My heart swells up from his words and I try not to start crying. Blinking my eyes rapidly, I kiss him hard.
But, I know I have to stop kissing him to let him know what I want.
“Make love to me. Now,” I order when I pull my lips from our kiss.
Roman gives me another peck on the forehead before he enters me.
Painfully slow.
Being impatient, I lift my hips to help take him in.
“Baby…God, you feel so good,” Roman goes still when he’s all the way inside of me.
“Please…” I whimper wanting him to start moving.
Roman chuckles softly. “My sweet impatient girl.”
Roman pulls out and slams back into me.
“Oh my…” I say panting.
As Roman moves in and out of me, increasing his speed with every move, I feel my pleasure build up and up. I lose control and give into blissfulness. My head falls back and I let the wave of ecstasy wash over me.
I wake up with a delighted smile plastered on my face. Last night was incredible. I haven’t let myself go like that in a very long time.
Sighing I reach my arm over to Roman’s side of the bed.
He’s not there.
Missing him already, I sit up to kick my legs off the bed and the door opens. There at the door is Roman only in his boxers. A tray is in his hands, filled with breakfast.
Can this man get any better?
He’s a dream come true.
Roman stalks over to me. I scoot back onto the bed, resting my back on the headboard and I try not to bounce up and down with happiness.
Roman places the tray in front of me.
“Good Morning, sweetheart,” he gives me a hot, wet kiss.
“Good Morning to you too, sex God.” I giggle.
“Eat your breakfast before…I take you again,” He warns.
I take a fork full of eggs and shove it into my mouth. Roman laughs and shakes his head. He walks around to his side of the bed and climbs in. He slides himself over to sit as close as he can to me. I take another fork full of eggs and feed it to him.
“My baby is beautiful and generous…I think I won the life prize.”
I quickly reward him with a soft peck on the cheek.
I love how he talks to me.
Just as I am about to take another bite, Roman takes the fork out of my hand and places it back onto the tray. He lifts the tray off of my lap and sets it on the nightstand. He yanks the duvet off of my body, Roman pauses his eyes moving over my body. Then he pulls my legs by my ankles to slide me off of the headboard.
Roman climbs on top of me, strapping on a condom before he enters me and ravishes my body into oblivion.
After we, finish up our breakfast Roman takes the tray back down to the kitchen. I get up off the bed and pick up my clothes that were scattered all over the room. I take them with me into the bathroom.
I use the bathroom and change back into my clothes, just in time for Roman to come back up to me.
“I’m going to take a shower and get dressed for work,” his hands grip my waist and pull me in close to him.
I place my hands on his naked chest, loving the feel of his taut muscles on my fingers.
“Okay, I’ll go downstairs to wait for you in the living room.” I say sliding my hands down his chest.
“I won’t be long,” he says and kisses my forehead.
As we break apart, I instantly feel a loss for him. I make myself brave his absence and leave the room. I head downstairs to the living room and to my clutch that is still on the couch.
I unsnap my clutch and pull out my phone. There’s a text from Lola telling me goodnight, twenty missed calls from my mom, which I think I won’t ever return. And there’s a text from Kevin asking if I need a ride to school. I reply back with a “NO.” Then I shut my phone off and shove it back into my clutch.
And just like th
at, my will power to keep Kevin out of my head is broken. His crooked sexy grin pops into my head and I smile.
What the hell?
Hating myself for always thinking about Kevin, I feel my hand grip the clutch so hard that my knuckles turn white. My eyes stay on my hand, the marks shines bright and taunting.
You will never be happy…
You gave up on life…
Your family hates you…
I slump back onto the couch all of my euphoria slips from my body out through the marks on my hand.
“Baby, talk to me. Tell me what’s wrong. I will fix it for you.” Roman pleads with me.
We are in his sports car on our way back to my place. Roman came down the stairs and took one look at me and instantly knew something was wrong. He’d tried to fix my problems there at his house, but I wouldn’t let him. Just like I am not letting him fix my problems now.
“Roman, it’s something I have to do myself,” I tell him again.
I take his hand into mine and caress the back of his hand with my thumb.
Roman’s clenched jaw loosens up some and a small smile makes its way onto his lips.
“I will let it go this time, again. But, the next time you will tell me what’s wrong.” Roman says, sounding very authoritative.
“Okay,” I lie, giving him a half smile.
Roman walks up with me to the front door. He looks out of place among all of the college students rushing around us. Today he’s wearing a black tailored suit, white shirt, and dark gray silk tie. He looks powerful and intimidating. And out of place.
I unlock the door and let us both in.
“Did you want to wait in the living room? I’m going to take a shower first.” I say to him as I lead him to the couch.
“Where is everyone at?” Roman asks, looking around.
“They’re already at school.”
“Okay, I’ll wait here.” Roman pecks me on the lips before taking a seat on the couch.
He looks extremely out of place in the house.
I turn to go to my room to shower and change my clothes. I stand underneath the water letting the shower head spray all over my skin for a long time.
I head back to my room after my shower and almost jump to find Roman standing in my room with his back to me.
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