The apartment inside is beautiful. It's spacious and bright with a view of New York City. I gasp in awe, stepping into the room. I can see myself living in a place like this. It's expensive, but maybe it's worth it for a place like this…
“It’s not good enough for you,” Roman growls, closing the door behind him. I blink in surprise.
“You don’t like it?”
Roman prowls the apartment like a caged animal. He looks at the room around him, shaking his head.
“I don’t like it. It’s not good enough for you. You deserve the best. You deserve to live in a goddamn castle,” Roman growls irritably. I’m perplexed by him. He seems genuinely angry that I’m not being offered the world’s best apartment on a silver platter. In the hour we’ve spent together, I’ve watched him become more and more protective to the point of craziness. It means he cares about me, I realize. He cares about what happens to me.
"I mean, can you really see yourself living here?" he continues, gesturing at the open space. "Cooking here, sleeping here, entertaining guests here…" He catches my eye. "Fucking someone here?"
My breath catches in my throat. My cheeks heat up and I feel myself getting wet once again. I shrug off my jacket and drop it on the floor, feeling a surge of confidence that I never expected to happen to me. Roman growls as he takes in the bare skin I've just exposed to him. His eyes hover over my cleavage, traveling down past my hips to my thick thighs. With him looking at me like that, I feel seen for the first time in my life.
“I don’t know,” I whisper. “Maybe...maybe I can.”
His eyes darken with lust when he senses exactly what I mean. He takes a step toward me.
“Maybe we need to test the place out,” he growls.
Then his lips crash against mine.
Chapter Three
Roman
Her mouth on mine tastes like heaven. Her hot, plump lips part for me, allowing my tongue to slide into her mouth as though this is the most natural thing in the world. And in so many ways, it is. I’ve been waiting a long time for this, and from the way she kisses me, her arms circling around my neck, I get the sense that she has too.
My cock stands at attention in my pants, desperate to bury itself deep inside her luscious pussy. I want her more than I've ever wanted anything before. I can't stop my hand from snaking up her leg, under her dress, touching the same place on her thigh where my fingers brushed against in the car. She gasps, remembering too. I knew from her reaction back then that she wanted me. Now it's time to see how much.
My fingers trail up her leg to find her panties. They're soaking wet already. I growl against her hot mouth as my fingers desperately shove the fabric away so that I can touch her wetness. Soon my fingers are coated in her juices and I begin to rub gently at her most sensitive parts. I can feel her shaking and I back her up against the door, not wanting her to topple over from pleasure. Her mouth continues to explore mine and my fingers work their magic, teasing her closer and closer to ecstasy.
"Roman…" she murmurs softly. The way she says my name makes my cock twinge with desire. There's nothing I want more than to be buried deep inside her tight little pussy, pounding her hard, ready to come inside her and truly make her mine. But for now, I want to focus on her pleasure. I want her to know that she's safe in my hands. I want her to know that her pleasure is my first and only priority. All these feelings I've held pent up for the past three years can stay locked inside a little longer. When I finally come inside her, the pleasure of my release will be like nothing I've ever known before.
I slide a finger inside her, shortly followed by a second one, testing the waters. She moans, burying her face in my shoulder and pushing me further inside her with the movement of her hips. Sensing she wants more, I oblige. I slip a third finger inside her and she gasps in pleasure as I begin to work up a rhythm. Her breathing on my neck is so damn hot that I have to resist the urge to turn her around and bury my dick in her right this second. I growl as I kiss her neck, continuing to take her higher and higher. She’s squirming now, knees trembling, her panting becoming heavier and heavier. I’ve been waiting for her for all this time, but my body knows exactly how to pleasure hers without being told. It’s like this was meant to be.