“You need some art, Roman.”
“Later. Right now, I need you in my bed, wearing much less.”
His rough voice and the intensity in his hot eyes can make anything sound like pure sex. I slowly undress, and he watches while undoing the buttons on his shirt. The restraint shows in his tight jaw and the way he jerks the buttons apart.
I swallow once I drop my bra to the floor and step out of my panties. Roman stands, shrugging out of his shirt to show his thick shoulders, those muscular arms, and his delicious chest and abs. How can anyone look at him and not want him?
How is it possible that he can want me?
“Roman?”
“Bambina.” He wraps an arm around me and jerks me against his body so I can feel the heat rolling off him.
I try to find the words. All three of them, but my mouth is dry. Roman kisses me softly, his tongue gently stroking over my bottom lip until I open for him, welcoming him deeper. And just like that, his patience is gone. He devours me, claims me, brands me as his all with just one kiss.
Lifting me off the ground, he pulls me into bed, coming down on top of me. He kisses me again, then again, slowly leaving my mouth to follow my jaw and suck my earlobe. I pant and claw at his back.
Roman doesn’t go slow; Roman burns through me, taking everything he needs while spoiling me with more than I could ever ask for. But this, his tongue and mouth slowly exploring my body, teasing my nipples with featherlight brushes of his lips before sucking them hard, his fingers gently brushing my clit without giving me enough to push me over the edge …
This kind of change is going to drive me insane.
My back arches, and I make a needy sound before gasping. “Please, Roman. Please.”
“I’m taking my time.”
“Take your time later.”
He chuckles and adds a little pressure to his fingers as they circle my clit. Just as I’m getting close, he pushes two fingers inside me and licks across my clit. My hips lift against his mouth, and he groans before licking again.
Roman brings me to the edge of bliss with his mouth, then grabs my ankles, dragging me closer to him until I brace myself on his chest. He looks down at me with molten eyes. Slowly, he cups my face in his hands and leans forward until our noses brush.
“I love you, Sophia.”
My breath catches in my throat, and my whole body hums as I process that. I lick across my bottom lip, then nod. “I love you too, Roman.”
He smiles and gently guides me back on the bed, one of his hands lifting my thigh over his hip as he sinks into me. As he thrusts into me slowly, stroking my side, my hip, kissing my neck, he purrs to me in a mix of Italian and English, telling me how sweet I am, how good I feel, how much he loves me.
There’s no way my heart can take it. As I get closer and closer to coming, I’m sure my heart is just going to explode in my chest, and I’ll die from happiness alone. So I cling to Roman and bite his shoulder as I come undone, hoping I make it through to be able to tell him I love him again.