Page 29 of Curses and Cauldrons

Her cheeks are pink. She licks her lips, and I lower my head until our mouths are only a breath apart. Her eyes flit down to my lips and back to my eyes.

Maybe I haven’t fucked this all up.

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JOSEPHINE

Ipress a hand to my cheek. Holy shit. I can’t believe I just said that. Why did I just tell him I want him to lay on me?

Roman’s hand cups my cheek, his thumb pressing into the skin along my jaw. “I haven’t stopped thinking about kissing you.”

“Really?” All my thoughts have been taken over by Roman. Kissing him, the feel of his hair between my fingers, the way his tongue feels. He’s quickly becoming an unhealthy obsession.

He makes a low rumbling sound in his chest. “Yes. I dream about the way you taste and how good it would feel to sink inside you.”

A moan escapes my lips, but Roman’s mouth is there to capture it. His lips drift across mine, but it’s not quite a kiss. It’s a tease, a temptation.

“If you want to leave, you should tell me now.” His scent wraps around me. His big body presses me against the door. If I said I wanted to go, I think he’d let me. But the way his chest and hips are flush with mine, the shape of him hard against my stomach, tells me it would be difficult.

Rationally, I should open the door and get back in my car. I don’t do that. I cup the back of his neck and pull him that last bit of distance until we’re kissing. Then he’s the one pulling me closer, deepening the kiss. He sucks on my tongue, his teeth scraping my bottom lip. His hands are everywhere, fingers digging into my hips, sliding up my back, grabbing a fistful of hair.

A low pulse of pleasure throbs between my thighs, and I can’t keep from writhing against him. We sink to the floor. Somehow, I end up on my back, the front door only a few feet away. This is madness.

I tug at Roman’s sides, and he shifts until he’s on top of me, his hips cradled by my open thighs. Both of us are still fully clothed. I should be mortified, but I’ve never been more turned on in my entire life. I don’t want to stop, but we should. Right?

Roman’s mouth moves over my jaw and down my throat. I tug at the back of his shirt, desperate to find a sliver of warm skin. Roman groans when my fingers find their way up his back. His breaths are ragged against my ear, the wash of each exhale tickling.

I want his sounds when he feels pleasure. I want to capture them, tuck them away, and keep them just for myself.

“I haven’t touched anyone in years. Now, ever since I met you, I’ve been hard.”

I moan, his words scorching a path of fire down my belly to pool between my thighs. The weight of him, the hard press of him between my thighs, the almost lost look in his eyes, it’s too much.

“Tell me what you want?” Roman shifts, and his dick presses directly over my clit. I gasp and arch my back.

“I…can we just…do this?” I rock my hips, shamelessly rubbing my aching body against him.

Roman thrusts. I pant, my fingers digging into his back, holding him tighter to me. He drops his head to kiss me again, deeper than before. It’s wet and demanding.

He shoves up my shirt, yanks down my bra, and sucks a nipple into his mouth. My hips buck, and a tragic, embarrassing sound comes out of my mouth. Roman’s breath hitches as he rocks against me harder, faster.

My body aches, but it’s completely different from the normal pain. This is a longing, a deep emptiness inside me that throbs. I want his mouth on me, his fingers inside me. I want him to take out his cock and bury himself deep inside me.

“Fuck, I’m going to come in my pants if we don’t stop,” he growls against my mouth, not quite breaking the kiss.

“Don’t stop,” I whisper, moving my body beneath him, finding a rhythm, grinding my pussy against his hard cock. I’m so turned on that there must be a wet spot on my pants, probably Roman’s, too.

The hard floor bites into my shoulders, but I don’t care. The world around us is blurred, and all I see is Roman. He’s looking down at me with something like awe on his face.

“I think I’m going to…” I choke out, my body impossibly hot and cold at the same time. “Don’t stop.” I pull at Roman’s ass, wishing he could be closer. His cock drags against my clit, and I can’t believe I’m going to come like this.

Roman’s fingers thread through my hair, holding me captive as he kisses me again. My orgasm shivers down my spine and then explodes in a burst of stars until I’m crying out and shaking. Roman’s thrusts speed up. He breaks our kiss, his mouth falling to my neck. He grunts against my skin as his hips stutter, and he comes.

I’m limp beneath him, my body sated and relaxed for the first time in longer than I can remember. Roman pushes upon his elbows, staring down at me with a drowsy but sheepish expression. “That’s not quite how I planned on this going.”

I slap a hand over my eyes as laughter bubbles out of my chest.

“I…ah…need to clean up.” Roman pushes himself to stand, and I instantly miss the warmth. He leaves the room, probably for the bathroom, while I lay like a starfish by the front door.

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