Page 41 of Loving Roman
He bends over me, hands braced each side of my head, his face mere inches from mine. “I’m not going anywhere. I already called Kate and explained what happened. She offered to look after the kids tonight, and I accepted.” He kisses my forehead tenderly. “I’m just gonna make sure the house is secure and settle us in for the night.”
Roman returns and strips down quickly. I admire his body for the short time it’s on display, before he climbs in behind me, surrounding me with his warmth and vitality. I breathe deeply, centering myself. Grasping his hand in mine, I bring it up between my breasts, holding it tight.
He’s here.
He’s safe.
He’s alive.
I turn over, so I’m face to face with my forever guy. “I was terrified to let you in after losing my husband and parents twenty years ago. I had locked my heart away under the guise of being too busy raising Noah. But really, I was scared. Scared to open my heart to anyone. Terrified of losing that love again. Today, I decided to let you in fully. I decided it would be better to love you, even if it was for a short while, than it would be to never love you at all.” He smooths his fingers along the side of my face, his eyes soft and full of understanding and compassion. “In those horrendous moments when I thought I’d lost you, I wondered how life could be so cruel as to take you away from me so soon.” I swallow my nerves for what I’m about to ask. “Roman. I never want to spend another moment without you. I want to share the rest of my life with you. Everymoment, good or bad—I want you beside me. Will you please marry me?”
His warm chocolate eyes widen to the size of saucers as his mouth opens and closes several times. I don’t think he was expecting those words to come from me. “Are you sure? You’ve had a severe shock today, and I understand this knee-jerk reaction, but is this what you really want?”
I nod, my eyes compelling him to believe me. “Yes. This is what I want. Today made me realize how much I want you in my life. I don’t see the point of wasting time or delaying the inevitable. Please sayyes.”
“There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, you know that, right?”
I nod. “I know.” Please say yes.
“I’ve wanted to drop to one knee and ask you to marry me since you landed on my doorstep with Marcus,” he murmurs, his voice tinged with disbelief thatI’mthe one doing the asking.
“Is that a yes?”
“Yes! It’s definitely a yes. I would be honored to marry you and have you as my wife. Share my life with you.”
We meet in the middle in a searing kiss to seal the deal.
“Two weeks. You have two weeks to pull it together. Then you’re moving into the group home with me and the kids. I’ve already spoken to Marcus about it.”
It’s my turn to be shocked. He really was thinking about sharing his future with me. We both move forward simultaneously. Our mouths meet in a slow, luxurious kiss. Our bodies press tight together, our legs entwine, and I know I could spend eternity kissing him. This beautiful, gentle man.
His hardness presses into my belly, and I moan into his mouth. His hand slides around to my backside, and he pulls me impossibly closer. I ignore the pain his grip on my ass causesbecause I don’t want to break the moment. Our hearts beat in sync, strong and sure; reassuring me he’s here with me.
Rolling me onto my back, Roman slides over the top of me without breaking our kiss. I eagerly open my legs wider, welcoming him into the space between. He nestles his shaft against my mound, and I roll my hips upward to make maximum contact. We both moan at the feeling of being so close, yet not quite there.
“I need to be inside you, Tesoro.” I lick his chin and push my hips up higher.
“Hurry, please.” He reaches across to the bedside drawer to grab a condom. Raising my hand to stop him, I lock eyes with him. I know this isn’t a sexy conversation to have, but considering we’re getting married, now’s as good a time as any. “I’m going through perimenopause, so I’ll speak with a doctor about our options for birth control.” I dip my chin to the condom in Roman’s hand. “Hopefully, we can skip these in the near future.”
Roman freezes in place, then nods sharply as he rolls the condom down his length. “Not gonna lie. The idea of being bare inside you is almost too much.” His knuckles turn white as he squeezes the base of his penis, closing his eyes, almost like he’s in pain. When he opens them again, the lust in his gaze squeezes my chest, locking my breath in my lungs. Then he cups my face as his eyes sear into mine, and he smashes our mouths together.
Readjusting his hips, he notches the head of his dick at my opening, and our kiss slows. Becoming more languid as he pushes his hips forward. The pressure pinches, and my muscles tighten. Damn it. I’m not wet enough, even though I’m turned on. This is so embarrassing. I squeeze my eyes tight with shame.
“What’s wrong?” Roman’s concern makes its way through my inner torment.
He pushes away from me, and the cool air moves into the space between us, making me shiver. “I need lube.” I steal my gaze from his and bite my bottom lip.Way to ruin the moment, Alice.
Roman captures my gaze and grins down at me, then reaches into the drawer to grab the bottle we bought on vacation. He holds it up. “You know I don’t have a problem with using this stuff. We can even experiment with different flavors. Make it fun. Maybe even bring in some toys or something.” He winks down at me as he drizzles the lube on my pussy. His fingers follow the path, sensually spreading the liquid and dipping inside me to ensure he doesn’t miss a single spot. His eyes follow every movement of his fingers as if he’s mesmerized.
I take the bottle from him and squeeze some lube onto his cock. I carefully watch his face, I rub the lube with slow, firm strokes along his length. His answering groan and the thrust of his hips set me ablaze again. It makes me feel feminine and powerful. It makes me feel sexy.
My entire body heats from the inside out, like a fire’s been set low in my stomach as he pushes inside me. Long and slow. Deliberate and steady.
The stretch. The tether between us. The vulnerability of gazing into each other’s eyes as he seats himself inside me. His body comes down onto mine, pressing me into the mattress in the most divine way imaginable. Having him all around me. Inside me …
I moan, and he groans at the sensation.
This.
