Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 197(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 197(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
He hadn’t answered me yet, but the way he stared at me told me that he knew what he wanted to say, but was keeping it to himself at the moment.
A moment of silence passed between us, and then Roman was moving closer to me. I reached out and gripped the back of the couch to brace myself. He stopped when he was a foot away. He just watched me, not saying anything, but the desire on his face was so clear, so powerful, I felt it down to my very bones.
Did he feel the electricity moving between us, consuming us, making everything else fade away?
“What do you want us to be doing?” His voice was so deep, his focus on my mouth. I forced myself not to lick my lips.
I held my breath, not knowing what in the hell to say to that. I mean, I knew what I wanted to say, what I wanted us to do, but actually admitting it out loud? I’d never been so bold in my life. Then again, I’d never gotten drunk before, or buzzed at least. Tonight was full of all new things for me.
Everything.
Anything.
I didn’t answer because I was too embarrassed by where my thoughts were going. It was hot in here, electrically charged, and I wanted it to go as far as it could.
“Tell me,” he said with this deep, gravelly voice. I swallowed, my body feeling as though he were touching me everywhere simultaneously.
“You know,” I finally found my voice to say. God, why was it so hot in here?
He didn’t move or speak, and I wondered if I should say something else.
“Do I?”
I licked my lips and nodded, although I was totally playing it by ear here. The way he looked at me now, what he’d said to me, told me he desired me. But sex was very different than wanting more with someone, right?
Maybe that’s all he wanted?
And I cared about him, loved him so much, that I wanted Roman any way I could have him.
He had yet to speak, but he lifted his hand and ran a finger along my collarbone.
A shiver took control of my entire body at that small touch.
“Why don’t you tell me, Kennedy?”
“Tell you what?” I felt my pulse race, my blood moving faster and harder through my veins.
“Tell me what you want us to be doing.” His eyes were half-lidded, his short dark hair a little on the messy side. He looked good, so good.
I couldn’t say the words out loud. I felt myself blush even thinking about them when I was alone.
“Look at that,” he said in a low voice.
“What?” God, my voice was barely a breathy whisper.
“Look at how pink your cheeks just got.” He took a step toward me. “I bet I can guess what’s going though that beautiful head of yours.”
He was so close to me now, his body heat slamming into me, causing beads of sweat to break out over my body. I felt dizzy from my arousal, from the magnetism moving between us right now.
“If your thoughts are making you blush like that, I bet they’re dirty, aren’t they, Kennedy?” He said my name on a groan and I sucked in a breath. He dipped his gaze to my lips and they seemed to part on their own.
“What is it you want, Roman?” My voice was so soft, almost inaudible.
He looked shocked at first, but then his expression sobered. “How can you not see what I want?” His voice, so deep, so husky, had every part of me tightening. He pulled back an inch and looked me in the eyes. “All I want—all I’ve ever wanted—is you. Only you.”
I swore the temperature went up ten degrees. He watched me like a predator about to pounce on his prey, his words so real, so raw, that I felt them down to my very marrow.
“Roman,” I said with a hitch in my voice.
And then before I could say anything, he grabbed the back of my head, tangled his hands in my hair, and slammed his mouth on mine. I was taken aback by the brutality of his kiss.
And I wanted more.
“Touch me. God, touch me, Kennedy,” he murmured against my mouth then went back to kissing me.
I had my hands on his biceps, my nails digging into his body as I held on to him. He moved his hands from behind my head to cup both sides of my face, keeping me still to take his kiss.
And God, did I take his kiss.
Roman walked us backward until the wall stopped our movements. He tipped his head to the side, slanted his mouth more firmly against mine, and kissed me until I felt like I was melting right into his body.
He groaned deeply, his breath mingling with mine, our body heat combining, bouncing between the two of us.