Page 106 of Catch Me
Loosening my grip on his wrist, I slid my hand upward and threaded our fingers. I dropped down and kissed him, this time with no intention of walking away. I had no idea where this would go, and there was a whole lot we needed to learn about each other, but I was interested in doing that, which hadn’t been the case in a long time.
I pulled him into a sitting position and removed his shirt, then pushed him down again. He made a small sound when my lips met his. I nudged them apart, moving slowly so that he had time to explore what he liked.
His tongue tentatively touched mine, and I abandoned the idea of going slow. I let more of my weight settle on him as I tilted my head and kissed him deeper, faster, more desperately.
The need that raged through me was exactly why I didn’t do hookups or casual encounters. I didn’t date, and I didn’t jump into things like I used to. It wasn’t a fear of commitment. I just got attached way too fucking easily and I was impulsive, so unless I found myself really interested in someone, I didn’t allow myself to entertain ideas of romance.
Even though I knew that I’d started to feel something for Roman, I’d been content to keep it at bay and let it fade when he left. But he tried to kiss me in that water, and it blew the entire plan to pieces.
Breaking away from his mouth, I kissed his jaw, then his neck. His hands went under my shirt, so I pulled it off. He arched upward and sealed his lips around my nipple, circling it with his tongue before he moved to my sternum. I pushed him down with my hands on his shoulders and trailed open-mouthed kisses down his body, tracing the tattoos on his collarbone, then the definition of his abs.
When I reached his hip bone, he groaned. I looked up and met his eyes, then bit down hard. He kicked out at me, making me laugh as I returned to his mouth. I lifted his thigh to lock his leg around my hip before I ground my dick against his.
“Fuck,” he breathed.
“Are you okay with this?”
“Yeah. I want more.”
“We can take things slow. You’re leaving and...”
“What?”
“I don’t want you to regret anything or freak out,” I admitted.
“It’s not my first time, you know.” When I frowned, he touched my lips. “I’m not gonna freak out.”
“You don’t know that. This is different.”
Taking the back of my neck, he pulled me closer. “How about I just talk to you if I feel some type of way. That’s what you told me to do before, but instead, I tried to kiss you.”
“Before?”
He grimaced. “Um, my middle name is Asher.”
“Shut up. You didnotcall me to talk to me about me, then not listen to me.”
Looking a little sheepish, he shrugged. “I didn’t know what else to do.”
“Roman Asher Valdez. It’s nice.”
“Mhm. Are we done talking?”
“Not at all, but maybe we can take a break.”
His fingers brushed through my hair, but instead of kissing me, he just stared. I did the same, allowing myself to unabashedly admire him for the first time without feeling like I was overstepping.
“I wish you could stay longer,” I said softly. “Or that you’d given into this earlier so we could figure it out more.”
His lips pulled to the side. I traced them until his expression smoothed out again.
“What if I stay the weekend?”
I shook my head. “You have to go home.”
“Yeah, I will. It’s just a couple more days and I’ll have, like, a week with them. Trust me, we’ll all be tired of each other by that point. Unless you don’t want that,” he added quickly. “I’m sure you’re gonna be with family or something.”
Pressing my lips to his, I kissed him until I was confident that he was done saying stupid shit. When he put pressure on my chest, I moved back, allowing him to guide me until I was on my back. His weight pressed down on my legs, and I had to fight the urge to touch his hard cock, which rested against mine through our pants.
