Page 192 of Rebound
Roman grips the nape of my neck, massaging gently. “I’ll always be okay as long as you’re with me.”
Pushing his joggers down, I release his hard cock, aligning it at my entrance. Without taking my eyes off his, I lower myself slowly, relishing in the stretch of him filling me, until he’s fully inside me. He’s deeper inside me this way and I can’t help shifting forward as I adjust to him.
Roman groans, hands gripping my hips tightly. His eyes drop down to where we’re connected.
“I’m never going to get over the feel of being inside you,” he says. “You’re so soft and warm, you take me so perfectly.”
Slowly, I start to shift my hips back and forth, setting a rhythm before I truly start to ride him. I brace my hands on his chest as I lift my hips until he’s all the way out before I ease back down. Again and again, so slowly that neither of us is getting off, not that either of us is in a rush. I want to revel in this connection with him for as long as possible.
“I used to dream about this,” Roman whispers. “For two fucking years. It was easier when I wasn’t near you, so I could tell myself it was never going to happen. When I saw you two years ago, I knew I’d been lying to myself. No one else even compared, so I didn’t even try.”
I used to be scared about how desperately he wants me. I thought I’ve loved before, and it doesn’t even compare to the aching need that gnaws inside my chest when I think of Roman.
I want to be with him all the time, touch him, talk to him, hear him laugh, and see his smile. Maybe with time, this desperation will ease, and I won’t want to be so needy for him. Maybe, it will get worse instead of better.
We come together quietly, the sounds of our moans and breathing filling the room. In the aftermath, I fall forward, resting my head on his chest as his come leaks out of my body.
“By the way, today is our anniversary,” Roman says, when our breathing has slowed down and sweat begins to cool on our bodies.
“We got married on October 24,” I remind him. “It’s the end of February.”
“One year ago today, you asked to run away with me.”
I lift my head to look at him in surprise. There’s no way. I try to do some mental math and remember what day it is and he’s right. One year ago, Josh left me at the altar, and I asked Roman to help me leave the wedding venue.
“It’s been one year since the trash walked itself out of your life,” Roman says.
“When I ask to run away with you, I never thought this is where we’d end up.”
“Life has a funny way of working out.”
My mom is soworried about Roman as soon as we walk through the door of my parent’s house.
“Roman sweetheart, how are you feeling?” Much to Roman’s surprise, she gives him a hug after me.
“I’m fine, Melanie. Lavinia has been taking very good care of me,” he says. Over my mother’s shoulder, he winks at me, and I turn away to hide my blush.
“That’s good! I was so worried about the both of you,” Mom says. “This is the part about hockey I don’t miss. First, I was scared for my husband, now I have to be scared for my children.”
Roman startles, realizing that my mother has looped him in with her children. He deserves to have the best family and I’m more than happy to share mine.
“Good news,” Dad says, walking into the living room. “I just got off the phone with the Commissioner and Josh has been suspended for the rest of the season.” He sees Roman beside meand reaches out for a handshake. “Roman, how are you doing, son?”
Right now, my husband looks overwhelmed.
“I’m doing good, sir. Thank you.”
“That’s good to hear.” Dad pats his arm. “Injuries are expected, but they’re still scary. I’m sure you’ll be back on the ice in no time.” Dad wraps his arms around my shoulders and kisses my temple.
“Where’s everyone else?” I ask.
Jules arrived fifteen minutes ago and she’s nowhere to be found.
“They’re in the den watching videos,” Mom says, ushering us in that direction.
As Dad and Mom walk ahead, I grab Roman’s hand and pull him back. “Are you okay? You look a little freaked out.”
Roman blinks, shaking his head and looking in the direction Mom and Dad went. “I’ve never had this before. My parents have always been more interested in hating each other than loving me.”
