Page 100 of Sinful Promises

When he looked at me, he truly looked into my soul, and every ounce of my being melted beneath his gaze. I curled my lip between my teeth and reaching up, I glided my fingers over his warm flesh.

Placing his hand on the bed by my ear, Roman leaned forward and his lips met mine.

As I cruised my hands up and down the planes of his back, our tongues danced a beautiful waltz. This was no longer just a kiss; this was a lovers’ caress. Proof that Roman and I were meant to be together. We were in tune. Together as much as any couple could be.

He pulled back, and with a glorious smile, ran his tongue over his lips. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that, Daisy.”

My name sounded so perfect whispered off his tongue. “I’ve been dying to kiss you again too. Ever since Amsterdam.”

He blinked at me. “Amsterdam?”

I bulged my eyes. “In the park? After we’d smoked the . . . Oh my god.” I slapped his chest. “You don’t remember?”

“We kissed? No wonder you acted so weird after that.”

“Of course I did. It was the kiss of all kisses and you acted like?—”

“The kiss of all kisses?” He flashed a cheeky smile.

“Well, yeah. It was okay.”

“Oh, now it’s only okay.”

“We were stoned. Everything was out of proportion.”

“Okay, well how about this?” He leaned forward again and kissed me. But this was even better than the last. This was a kiss that said so much more.

I want. I need. I love.

This was the kiss I’d flown eight thousand miles to have.

Our mouths parted and he trailed feather-light kisses along my neck. Goosebumps teased my flesh, and my body came alive, bursting with lust-fueled eagerness. My hands explored his back, clawed through his thick hair, and when he returned his lips to mine, I didn’t miss the bulge growing in his pants.

Is this really happening?

Roman pulled back, and our eyes met. He devoured me with his gaze.

Yes! This absolutely was happening. I was about to make love with Roman.

Not sex. Love.

Wholehearted . . . open-souled . . . life-altering love.

I reached out and cupped his cheek. “Make love to me, Roman.”

The seduction dancing across his enormous pupils drove shivers through me. He didn’t need to say the word, everything about his expression confirmed it was an absolute yes.

I am the luckiest woman in the world.

He eased off the bed and clasping my hand, he pulled me upright. Our lips met again, and as he fiddled with the knot at the waist of my wrap dress, I fiddled with the buckle of his belt. I leaned into his kiss. Our breaths mingled, growing more intense by the second. Opening my mouth, I allowed his tongue to probe mine. He tasted of wine and chocolate and hot-blooded man. It was a delicious tango that had my insides swooning and my knees wobbling.

But I couldn’t stand being clothed a moment more. I stepped back and within seconds I had the knot at my waist undone and had looped the belt through so the dress fell apart. I was wearing knee-high boots and matching black lingerie and hoped he liked what he saw.

Roman’s eyes played up and down my body. His tongue licked his lips. “Oh, Dais.” He whispered my name as if under a spell. “You are stunning.”

My heart swelled. He always said the right things.

He wrestled with his buckle and whipped his belt out with a snap.

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