Page 97 of Revive Me

I remember everything about that kiss. The way she tasted like berries, but with a hint of mint. How soft her skin felt under my hands. The way she wrapped her leg around me and rocked against my cock, silently begging for more until I finally lifted her into my arms and ravished her against the wall.

That last detail blasts me back to the present.

Because I can’t lift her up anymore.

There’s a different kind of heat in my voice when I look at Lily and tell her, “Trust me, I know why you wanted methen.”

Her lips part to say something, but before she can dispute it, I temporarily lose my mind and tug her into my lap.

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LILIANA

I fall forward with a gasp, my knees going on either side of Roman’s legs and my hands bracing on his shoulders. His hands go immediately to my hips.

“I would’ve made you come all night long, you know,” he growls quietly, his grip on me tightening. “I would’ve spent hours between your legs, making you come over and over again with my fingers, my mouth. My cock. I would’ve blown your mind, Liliana.”

Despite my anger at Roman’s defensive reaction to all this, my chest aches. Because I know it’s coming from a place of insecurity, and that he can’t help it.

“You blew my mind last week, too,” I say softly.

His throat moves on a swallow, doubt and another wave of fear entering his eyes.

“Let me show you,” he begs in a gravelly voice, pulling me the slightest bit closer. “Just one last time, let me show you what it would have been like that night.”

My pulse pounds in my ears. “Roman…” I whisper.

“Come on, Lily…” His hands guide my hips forward and back, just for a second, just enough that I can feel how hard he is beneath me, how bad he wants this. “You already requested my transfer, didn’t you?”

Guilt floods me. Because yes, I sent Fran an email this morning. I didn’t trust myself to do it in person and possibly break down crying. And yes, she approved the transfer instantly, the way she told me she would if it was ever needed. All I asked for is to be the one to tell Roman the news tonight.

I knew he wouldn’t handle it well, butthis… I’m not sure I have the strength to put the brakes on, not with the way he’s looking at me.

I know Roman can see the answer in my eyes because there’s a flash of sadness before he nods and says, “Which means it’s not against the rules anymore. Not really.” He pulls me closer, our lips brushing as he forms the words. “Please, baby… Just let me touch you.”

I open my mouth to tell him we can’t, that this is the whole reason I can’t be his physical therapist anymore, but then his hand slides along the front of my pants, tugging at the drawstring bow in silent question. The gasp it forces from my lips also wipes every responsible thought from my brain.

“Roman,” I say on an exhale, my hips sliding forward of their own accord.

“Tell me to stop,” he murmurs. “Tell me to stop, and I will.”

And maybe this is how my relationship with Roman went too far. This web we weave around each other, inadvertently creating a reality where it’s just us. Where nothing else matters, and where I can’t imagine saying anything but?—

“Don’t stop.”

We both dive into the kiss with equal parts hunger and desperation. There’s no easing into it, no teasing or flirting. We both know what this is, and what this means. This is the lasteverything.

And that’s exactly what the kiss tastes like.

He coaxes my lips open, his tongue caressing mine in a way that has me whimpering and pulling myself closer. When I grind down on his lap, he makes a needy sound of his own and kisses me harder, his hands pulling frantically at the knot on my drawstring. And the moment his hand slips down the front of my pants and he realizes just howturned on I am, hegroansinto our kiss.

“Fuck, Liliana,” he breathes, dragging his fingers through my wetness. “You’re so wet for me.”

I let out a moan that sounds like his name. I feel like I have no control over my body anymore, running solely on myneedfor Roman. Digging my nails into his shoulders, I pull myself closer and grind down harder on his hand.

The action seems to light a new level of fire within him. His hand tightens on my hip, while the other twists so he can press his thumb to my clit. He watches my face as he plays with speed and pressure, waiting for the moment that my chest starts heaving. And then he slides two fingers deep inside me.

“Oh my God,” I gasp, my eyes going wide. Pleasure coils between my legs, the perfect feeling of Roman pumping his fingers in and out making it spike quicker than I expected it to.

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