Page 66 of His Smile
“Please,” she sniffed, placing another small kiss to his lips. “Don’tsay it back if you don’t mean it, I just wanted you to know how I felt. Iwanted you to know what I need.”
Probably for the first time since she has known him, Roman saidnothing, he simply nodded and kissed her back. A kiss that started slow andsoft, coaxing her tongue along with his building an intolerable heat in herbody until she was squirming restlessly against him. Pushing his big body upwith a press of his arms, Roman lifted and hovered himself over her body movinggracefully down to lower himself with ease to place stinging hot kisses to herbody before lifting and moving, starting the process all over again. Afterminutes that felt like hours, he was laying between her legs slowly licking andteasing her swollen flesh as she cried out, holding his head between her legs.Sitting up and crossing his legs on the bed, he reached for her easily pickingher up and placing her down to straddle him. With his hands on her hips, heurged her to slowly ride his cock, whispering hot words into her ear as thestorm thundered around them. Sometime after the echo of her screams faded away,and his seed filled her womb for the second time, they lay slowly catchingtheir breath among the tangled sheets.
Facing the rain streaked window, she stared out as he pulled himselfclose behind her, spooning her body with his.
“I do not own you Rahina,” his voice sounded resigned. “But it seemsyou own me.”
Chapter 22
For the past three nights after the incident at her parents’house, Rahina had gotten up from their bed hours after they had fallen asleepand not returned until a couple of hours later. Tonight, was no different.
Feeling the bed shift slightly, Roman awakened but kept hiseyes shut as he listened to the graceful dancer leave the bed. When she wantedto be, she could be very silent, he mentally noted. Normally, her attempts atstealth were comical at best, but now as he listened to the nearly inaudiblesounds of her toes hitting the carpet and the change in pressure in the air asthe bedroom door opened and closed, Roman realized his lithe dancer was holdingback on a secret skill. The first night, she left the bed he had no clue howlong she had been gone when he reached for her in the middle of the night anddiscovered her absent. It only took minutes for him to find her in the gymalong with Hannibal and Genghis who were sleeping diligently by the door. Daysbefore, he and Mosca had taken the time to rearrange the large gym andcompacted the workout equipment, allowing for one half of the open room to beused as a dancer’s space. Mirrors and a barre were installed in secrecy whileshe was out of the house. Each time he brought the memory of her reaction tothe redesigned space to the forefront of his mind, his body warmed. He expectedexcitement and happiness, he received tears and long passionate kisses that ledthem to the floor in a hot, slightly uncomfortable, embrace.
Rahina loved him.
He suspected it before her confession, watching her eyesfill with the brimming emotion each time he filled her body. But he knew it asa fact now. Ever since the night of their argument and her admission of love,she was uninhibited by fear, letting herself go completely in his arms as sherepeated her whispers of love for him in his ear.
Nothing in this world would ever compare to the spinetingling, feeling he felt when he heard her say the words to him. Everything inhim reacted to the foreign statement, his balls immediately tightening and hisbreath coming out shorter and ragged. This is what others got to feel everyday, an emotion he had often regarded as fantasy and contrived. But here hewas, watching a woman only God himself could have created for him, dancing withsuch silent and effortless skill within his reach—and she was all his.
Unlike the previous nights as he watched her from theshadows of the open doorway as she practiced, he stepped into the light of theroom. Sensing his presence immediately, Rahina stopped and turned to him; herlabored breathing, pressing her breasts against the restraint of her dark greenleotard.
Roman ignored her look of surprise and focused on thestrained lines on her forehead. Although she tried to fake it since that night,he knew she was still hurting.
“Are you nervous?” he asked, referring to the openingperformance at the end of the week.
“No,” she twirled on the ball of one foot. “If anything, Iam excited. I’m just working out a few kinks on one of my solos.” With quickweightless steps, she approached him with both hands out. “Dance with me.”
Roman paused in surprise at the request. When he woke up, hewas naked, he had only thrown on a pair of loose gray lounge pants to come findher and nothing else. Gesturing to his bare torso and pants, he gave her asmirk. "I do not think I am dressed for it, sweetheart.”
“You’re perfect,” she whispered, stepping up to him andgrabbing both of his hands. He chuckled to himself as he caught the way hereyes skimmed hungrily over his exposed form.
Letting her pull him to the middle of the floor, he thoughtbriefly of his life before this moment. Images of the informant he took hisrage out on and shoving his head through a window months ago surfaced. Or themultitude of secrets he collected over the years that facilitated their owners’and many others’ downfall. He didn’t deserve this, Roman thought not for thefirst time as she directed him to hold her hips, her feet beginning to move tothe music. This right here, this moment, her beautiful smile all of this shouldbelong to a better man—not him. Lifting her as she instructed, Roman could feelhimself smile at her giggling laughter at their slow attempt of her rehearsal.Fuck if all that mattered though! He didn’t care whether he deserved her ornot, she was his now, and there was no turning back.
Gently catching her extended leg with one hand, he bracedher arching back with his other hand and let his eyes trace the graceful bendin her body as her head nearly touched the back of her supporting calf. Glidingback up to standing, she slowly let her other leg fall back to the floor.
“You will need to forgive them eventually,” he statedsoftly, knowing she knew what he was referring to.
The smile faded from her lips, and her brows furrowedtogether. Roman kept his grip on her waist deceptively loose, both of themknowing he would not let her leave if she decided to walk away from thisconversation. It had been days now since the ordeal at her parents’ house, hehad given her plenty of time to come to terms with this on her own. It was nowtime for a little prodding.
“I am not ready,” Rahina answered in a near pout, staring atthe mirror over his shoulder.
Pulling her close, he inhaled the scent of her shampoo as heslowly felt some of the tension in her ebb away. “Pride is never ready.”
“I can’t,” her voice trembled near his ear, threatening tobreak as she sagged in his arms. “They ambushed me, they…they were trying toforce me to Dev!” she exclaimed.
Holding her steady, he gave her a firm look. “And you and Iboth know that would have never happened. Your mother was simply desperate.”
Visibly annoyed with him now, she tried to pull herself fromthe grasp. “But Riaz and Rubina just stood there as…”
“As she was blindsided as well,” he finished for her. “Tellme gorgeous, are you really enjoying this rift between you and your family?”
Unshed tears sparkled in her eyes. “You know I’m not.”
Deciding it was time to confess, Roman sighed and gave her alevel look. “Your sister has driven by my dealership four times this week; Ihave had reports of your father and Riaz asking the doorman in your building ofyour whereabouts. And your mother, with the help of Amit, has obtained myoffice phone number and has attempted to speak to me no less than ten times.”
Shock from the news thankfully kept the tears at bay. “Whydidn’t you tell me?!”
“Because I wanted to give you time,” he answered gently,watching the emotions play out on her face.
