Page 78 of When We Meet Again

The door quietly opens to the outside before Roman guides me out by the small of my back—his touch searing my skin. A mixture of night air and his cologne invade my space, causing me to feel heady and aroused.

My feet seem to be drifting along a cloud as he perches on the cushioned swing. It’s as if I’m floating. I’m not sure what he has up his sleeve, but I know I will follow him to the ends of the Earth.

“Come here.” Roman pulls me over to him, setting me down so that I straddle his lap. His hands cup my cheeks, and the moonlight bounces off the moisture in his eyes.

“Do you know how long I’ve waited for all of the stars to align, Waverly?” Entranced by his handsomeness and vulnerability, I feel a shiver run through me. This is the feeling.Thisis the feeling love is supposed to give you. It’s not supposed to be easy. It’s supposed to be intense. All-consuming. Irrevocable.

“I’ve been yearning for the days where you could openly be mine. Where you and I would fall into place.”

“Am I? Yours, I mean.”

He drops his hands and wraps them around my waist like a warm blanket, pulling me into him. “On some level, you always have been,” he whispers, our faces inches apart. “And I’vealwaysbeen yours.” His hands slowly move to my neck, and he pulls me toward him. A light breeze ruffling the trees around us. It’s magical.

Now with only our mingling breaths between us, I hesitate. This is it. I’ve been waiting to kiss him again, but he doesn’t give me time. I take in his scent, matching my breath with his. Roman doesn’t wait. His lips collide into mine, and its familiar feeling floods me. When we’re together, it feels like my soul is home.

With our rapid breaths in sync, we lock eyes, unspoken words exchanged. Words of forever.

“Make love to me, Roman,” I say, feeling like a breathless girl of eighteen. His closeness induces a hormonal high.

Roman’s eyes widen and sparkle. “Now? We can move into?—”

“Right here.” I look around us. “The exact place where we’ve had every deep conversation about life. Aboutus.” I run my hand from his shoulders to his neck, resting them on his sensitive skin, “Where I saw you again after all those years of not talking. It’s like time stands still with you.”

He nods, licking his lips. “This is going to change everything, Waverly. You’re mine.”

His chest heaves as if he choked back a sob and my eyes well with tears.

He pulls me into another kiss, this one more urgent. Like we’ll run out of time, or as if Patrick will come back from the dead. Again.

I don’t want to stop the kiss, but I have to tell him. These feelings are pretty damn intense. “I never want you to let me go, Rome.”

Roman lets out a groan underneath me and wraps his fist into my hair, pulling me closer, slowing the kiss. I ache for him, for his hands on me, and to finally know what it’s like to be his girl. Something that I never allowed myself to think about.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” he says between kisses.“Once we do this, we can’t back away. Not anymore.”

I nod. “I don’t want to. You’re stuck with me.”

The length of him pushes against me, creating a pulsing between my legs. I lean back slightly so that I can unbutton and unzip his pants, not wanting to waste another minute.

He springs free, hard and ready. Our eyes never deviate from one another’s as he bunches my dress around my hips, painfully slow. A smirk tilts up his freshly kissed lips. It’s obvious he’s enjoying the slow torture. A man who loves the chase and the catch. I’m here for it.

“Rome… I’m going to explode here,” I pant, almost unable to catch my breath. “Please.”

“Mmm. I like when you beg me, Kensi. It’s cute that you think it’ll work.” He winks and I let out a gasp.

I think I just came from that wink alone.

“Contain yourself, my girl. We have all night,” he teases, stroking his thumb over my soaked lace, as the arousal shoots through me and my body heats.

My girl. Swoon!

I look down and see a pearl-size drop at the tip of his shaft.Two can play at this game, Roman Huxley.You want to tease me? I’ll tease you back.

Bringing my thumb over his tip, I use the precum as lube, dragging it down the underside of his dick and his eyes fly shut, letting out a low groan.Mmm, that sound makes me feral for him.

His words ring in my head. “Once we do this, we can’t back away. Not anymore.”

With slow, agonizing intention, I shove my panties to the side and line him up with my entrance.

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