Page 131 of Rebound
Roman’s on top of me, his hands braced on either side of my body. No part of his body touches mine, but I suddenly feel like I can’t breathe. He eclipses everything else in the room, in my mind. Dipping down, Roman presses his lips to mine and I’m not expecting it.
The kiss is tender and needy, scoring my soul. I reach up, gripping Roman’s hips and pulling him against me. He moans into my mouth, his weight settling on top of me, cradled between my thighs. I’m gasping into his mouth, rocking my hips up because he’s deliciously hard.
“Fuck, I missed you,” Roman breathes into my mouth.
My whole body lights up with pleasure and I can’t stop the goofiest smile from overtaking my face. It makes kissing harder and we’re both smiling and giggling.
“I missed you, too,” I whisper. Because it’s easy to say it when he’s right in front of me. When he’s said it first.
Roman kisses me again, before pushing off the bed and standing at the edge. He slowly removes his t-shirt and tosses it aside. I let my eyes trail over his body, the strong shoulders, the flat plains of his abs and stomach, and it only causes the ache between my legs to worsen.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he whispers.
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ROMAN
I watch her, entirely mesmerized by her presence. Beautiful isn’t enough to describe her.
Lavinia’s hair is spread out like a halo around her head, her cheeks rosy, lips kissed bruised and glistening. There’s this hazy, lust drunk look in her green eyes. I want to capture this image forever.
I’ve always been so careful with women. Taking my time when they need me to, being rough when they ask for it. I can be sweet as sugar and mean as spice. I’m whatever they need me to be as long as they forget all about it the next morning. One night of fun isn’t meant to be forever.
I want that now. I want the things I’ve never wanted before. I want to take from her and I want to give her myself. Not as a fucking friend. But I can be patient. I know Lavinia needs her time to come to terms with what we have was never going to be just friendship.
I lean down, capturing her lips in a kiss again. The heat of her body surrounds me on all sides. She’s the sweetest thing I’ve tasted, sweeter than sugar even. Lavinia is the warmth you chase on the coldest day of the year, the light you look for when it’s too dark, the comfort of home.
“If we do this, there’s no turning back, Lavinia. I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to let you go,” I warn her.
Slowly, she blinks up at me. Reaching up, she cups my cheek, and I turn my head to kiss the inside of her palm. “Who says I want you to let me go?”
She struggles beneath me, and I lift up long enough for her to push me onto my back. I’m surprised for only a moment before she’s hovering over me, her hair falling around us.
“It’s my turn,” she says, placing a sucking kiss on my neck.
Then her hands are pushing up my shirt and I help her by pulling it over my head. Lavinia looks up at me through her lashes as she kisses her way down my chest. I don’t think it’s physically possible for me to be any harder than I am right now.
All the blood in my brain has flowed south. She kisses my pelvis, taking her slow torturous time unlatching my belt. She deliberately brushes her hand over my hard cock, and I jerk up into her palm. A twisted little smile takes over her face.
“Fuck, Lavinia,” I groan. “Is this punishment?”
“Why would I be punishing you?” She licks her lips before leaning forward and sucking on the skin above my waistband. My cock twitches.
“You’re going to make me come,” I warn her.
I don’t care that I came like a teenager in my pants once and that I’m going to do it again.
“We can’t have that,” she says, sitting back. “No, no. We need to drag this out as much as possible.”
“We don’t need to drag it out that much,” I say. I’m reaching for the button on my jeans when Lavinia grabs my hand, looking at me sternly.
“If you touch, I’ll stop,” she repeats my own words back to me.
“You’re a vicious little thing when you want to be, Blossom.”
Humming, she licks a line along the waistband of my underwear. With a groan, I let my head fall back, resigned to the fact that Lavinia’s going to take her time. She’s going to play with me like I’m her favorite toy.
Painfully slowly, she unbuttons my jeans and pulls down the zipper. I raise my hips enough to assist her in pulling my jeans down and then kick them off the rest of the way.
