Page 50 of King of Ruin

Maddie

By the time I wake,Roman isn’t in bed. I hear the shower in the bathroom, and rising, I start for the bathroom.

I’m not wearing a stitch of clothing, but I’ve stopped feeling strange about it. Nor does it occur to me that he doesn’t want me in the shower with him. Is that wrong? The intimacy between us is getting intense.

I pause at the bathroom door, giving a soft knock. “Roman?”

“Want to join me, sweetheart?”

I push the door open with a smile, relieved to know I was reading this all correctly. “I do.”

My body is still humming with contentment after last night and this morning. “Did you feed Tom?”

“Yes. It’s about the only time he tolerates me, and honestly, the cat is always hungry. Is that normal? Is it because he was homeless?”

“Maybe,” I say biting my lip as Roman turns on the secondary shower heads. I listen to them come on. There must be at least three others that fire up, hitting me from all sides.It’s a luxury I have to confess I enjoy. I’d been so reluctant to leave my home, but there have been some real perks to staying at Roman’s.

Warm water washes down my body a moment before Roman’s hands join the rivulets of water, streaming down my skin.

I don’t think I’ll ever tire of his hands.

I tip my head back under the hot water, which pushes my chest out. Roman gives a satisfied growl before his mouth drops to one of my nipples.

I nip at my lip, the skin instantly puckering in his mouth. How can I be this excited after the orgasms I’ve just had?

But I can’t seem to get enough of this man. I slide my hands down the muscles of his back, the water making his skin slick.

He cradles my body into his, his erection pressing into my belly. God, I want to know what it feels like for him to be inside me.

I’ve never been in love before, I’ve never been more than a bit infatuated with any man. I don’t know if this is what love feels like, but I know that for the first time in my life, I’m in lust.

I can’t get enough.

“Roman,” I gasp out his name. Is it wrong to lose your virginity on the wall of a shower?

He’s kissing down my belly. I know he’s magic with his tongue. But I just want… “I’m ready for all of you.”

He stops at my belly button, nipping the smallest bit. “I have to go out this morning, sweetheart,” he says into my skin.

“Oh. Okay.” But my heart contracts, and I can’t help but feel a little hurt. I just offered myself to this man and he’s rejecting me for errands?

He rises up, pulling me close. Our bodies press together as he whispers into my ear. “When I take your virginity, I want to make sure I can hold you after.”

“Oh. Okay.” The words are the same, but this time, they sound completely different. This time, they are a sigh. Because yeah, I want that too.

And perhaps my lust is a little more love than I’m letting myself acknowledge. Because the idea of him holding me after, it’s just as good as the thought of having this man inside me.

He kisses me again, soft and slow and full of a promise that practically makes me sigh like a lovesick puppy.

“Want me to help you wash?” he asks.

I shake my head. “You don’t have to do that. I can do it myself.”

“I like taking care of you,” he answers. Which shouldn’t surprise me. He’s crazy good at it. Where did he acquire that skill?

A little stab of jealousy pulses through me. Which is silly. Roman has likely had hundreds of willing women throw themselves at his feet. Of course, he’s experienced.

He steps away, grabbing the shampoo. “That’s very nice, Roman. But really…”

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