Page 137 of Rebound
“How long have you been up?”
Roman’s mouth is trailing kisses down my chest. With a tug, he pulls at the blanket I have covering me, his lips wrapping around the tip of my left breast. I moan softly, my clit pulsing with need.
“So beautiful,” Roman murmurs. “I’d rather have you for breakfast.”
My stomach chooses that moment to growl loudly, and Roman laughs. Giving me another kiss, he pulls me out of bed. “Come on, you clearly need real food.”
“No, but I liked the idea of you having me for breakfast. I’m really not that hungry.” I lean up, pressing my sheet covered body against him as I suck on his neck. Right now, I want him more than water or air or food. I nip at his jaw, my teeth dragging over the stubble. Roman’s grip tightens on my hips, his body pressing me against the wall.
“Let me take care of you, Lavinia.”
“That’s exactly what I’m asking for.”
He chuckles softly. “I meant, by letting me feed you when you’re hungry.”
Roman pulls away from me and kisses my forehead. My insides turn to mush, and I roll my eyes to pretend that his sweet words don’t affect me. “Fine. Just know that I’m doing it under duress.”
“Thank you. I’ll never forget this kindness.”
I clean up quickly and pull on Roman’s jersey again before walking out of the room. I stop short when I get to the kitchen. Roman is there, drinking coffee, but it’s the breakfast tablewhich surprises me. There are two place settings with a plate of eggs and pancakes in the middle, a glass cup of iced coffee with a glass straw, fresh cut fruit, slices of sourdough bread, butter, honey, syrup.
“When did you wake up?”
“I wanted to get a few things done before you woke up.” Roman pulls out a chair and I sit down. He pushes the coffee cup toward me. “Try this. It’s not your usual coffee, but I think you’ll like it. Biscoff coffee with a pistachio cream foam. I tried not to make it too sweet.”
I’m very particular about my coffee because it can make or break your day. It’s why I never branched out, and perhaps why Roman already knew my coffee order without my needing to tell him. When you only like three kinds of coffee, it’s easy to remember.
And yet, Josh always got you black coffee.
Sshh. We’re not thinking about Josh. It doesn’t matter what Josh did or didn’t do. We’re winning by being married to a man who’s thoughtful.
I take a tentative sip of the coffee and the Biscoff and pistachio flavor hits immediately. It’s not too sweet and the coffee isn’t bitter. I’m immediately taking a second, longer sip.
“This might be the best thing I’ve tasted,” I say. I lean over and kiss his cheek. “Thank you for making this breakfast. It’s really sweet.”
I slide my chair closer to Roman because I need closeness after last night. Maybe he senses that because he smiles, brushing strands of hair out of my face and leaning in to kiss me softly.
“How do you feel after last night?” The sound of his voice is like honey, it drips down my back, causing shivers to erupt across my body. All he has to do is ask me a simple question and I’m turned on, it’s really not fair.
“Hungry. I forgot how much energy sex takes.” I slice off a piece of pancake and pop it into my mouth. “How do you feel?”
One of his hands is resting on my bare thigh and he squeezes it. “Hungry. But not for food.”
“Hey, I offered myself,” I say. “You denied me, so that’s on you. I hope you enjoy your pancakes.”
Roman sighs. “I could have been eating your pancake.”
I cringe at his joke, shoving at his shoulder. “Straight to jail!”
He spears a strawberry and holds it up for me. I wrap my lips around the fork, biting it off. I’m not expecting it to be so juicy and a little bit of the juice escapes the corner of my mouth. I reach for my napkin, but Roman dips in, licking the juice off my skin. His mouth is on mine in an instant and I moan softly as our tongues meet.
I’m pushing him back and climbing onto his lap, legs on either side of his hips so I’m straddling him. It’s his fault for kissing me, really.
“So greedy,” he mumbles against my mouth. “I never imagined you being as greedy for me as I am for you.”
I brush my fingers through his hair, tilting his head back a little so I can see his eyes. “Sometimes reality is a lot better than your imagination.”
Roman’s hands grip my waist and pull me against him, causing my clit to drag against his hardening cock. I gasp, my toes pressing into the floor as I roll my hips against him.
