In fact, the only thing my mind was chiding me on was the fact that we hadn’t done this years ago.
What would our lives look like then?
Nope. Not going there. Not now.
I would not crush this perfect piece of happiness with labels and explanations and doubts.
Never, not once in my life, had a man taken me to the places Roman had last night. And I knew that had everything to do with our intense connection as much as it had to do with his skills between the sheets.
And great-god-of-orgasms he had skills.
I grazed my hands over my still-sensitive flesh, almost feeling the spots he’d touched me like he’d left a permanent brand.
For the past three years, I’d felt like my sexuality was a service. A duty. A chore. Something I did for fear of punishment or reprimand. And with my figure? I was lucky Rick had loved me. It was a privilege to be loved the way he’d loved me.
Anger bubbled at the lies he’d shoved down my throat for years. At the constant, daily jabs that I hadn’t been smart enough to see what they were doing to me. To my confidence. To my soul.
Roman had spent days, months, hours trying to chase away the darkness that splattered over my soul like blots of ink.
And I needed to show him how much he meant to me.
A white-hot thrill raced down my spine at the thought, and before I could get in my own way, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and padded barefoot to the shower.
The warmth from the steam clouding the room hit my bare skin, and my lips parted on a gasp at the sight of Roman beneath the running water.
His back muscles rippled as he lathered his hair, his smooth dark skin tight and dripping wet. God, just the sight of him made me wet.
I swallowed any apprehension threatening to creep up and yank my ass back to bed and reached for the glass door. I stepped inside, shutting it behind me, the shower big enough for me not to brush against him upon entry.
Roman turned around at the sound of the door closing, his eyes hooded as he looked me over, a hungry sort of need churning there. Right behind that need, there was something else, something deeper, something more. And from the way my heart expanded to fill my chest so much I could barely breathe around it, I was certain that look reflected in my eyes, too.
I reached for him, lightly trailing my fingertips over his chest, relishing the hard feel of his muscles.
“How are you this perfect?” I whispered, taking my time to explore his body under the stream of hot water.
Roman slid his fingers over my hips, gently pulling me to him, soaking us both as he brought our bodies flush. “You’re perfection, Teagan,” he said, his voice raspy. He grabbed my ass with both hands, jerking me tighter against him. “Fucking, delectable.”
Warm shivers danced in my core at the feel of all his hard edges against my softer ones. I walked my fingers up his chest before sliding them around his neck, rising on my tiptoes so I could brush a light kiss over his lips. A tease, one that probably hurt me more than him with the way I ached.
But I was in no rush.
Quite possibly because I never wanted this moment to end.
Never wanted to lose this absolutely incredible feeling.
Happiness. Desire. Need.
They all swirled inside me until I was a coiled spring of want.
I grazed his bottom lip with my tongue, and he opened for me, letting me take what I wanted and giving me everything I needed in return. His fingers tunneled through my wet hair, tilting my head so he could kiss me at a deeper angle, his tongue doing everything to fill my head with that delightful buzz no drink or drug could ever compare to.
I jerked my lips back, sucking in a sharp breath as I locked eyes with him as the realization of that thought process hit me.
I’d gotten a taste of Roman, and now I was thoroughly, helplessly addicted.
“I want to do this,” I said. “With you. For real.” The words came out a little breathless.
“This is as real as it gets, T,” he said, grinning as he motioned to all his gloriousness.
I laughed, half-drunk with the emotions storming me. “I want to be yours,” I clarified. “And you mine. Exclusively.”
A soft, endearing smile shaped his gorgeous lips, and he tugged me harder against him. “I’m yours,” he said. “My heart has always belonged to you.”
I beamed. “We’re together?”
A slow, sweet nod. “If that’s what you want,” he said. “If you’re ready for that.”
I nodded back, my eyes glazing with a hungry need.
Roman tilted his head at the look, and I flashed him a smirk, digging my fingers into his shoulders to guide him to the built-in marble bench. I quickly adjusted the water to ensure we stayed warm, and then I sank to my knees before him, careful not to slide all over the place.
He arched a dark brow, tracking my movements with an excited gleam to his eyes.
I smoothed my hands over his massive, muscular thighs, lightly scraping my nails over his skin as I worked my way to his considerable, hard length. My hands, slick with the warm water, slipped and slid over his cock with an ease that had him hissing as he arched into my touch. I tightened my grip, pumping and spiraling around him until he growled from the tease. I smiled up at him before lowering my head, dipping my mouth over the smooth head of his cock.
“Goddamn,” Roman gasped as I took him deeper into my mouth.
Goddamn was right. The man filled my mouth, his taste of warmth and salt dominating my senses until I couldn’t think around the feel of him between my lips. I moaned around him, relishing the way he arched against the vibrations, his hands gently gripping my hair a bit harder each time I pulled back before diving right back in. I switched my pace between hard and fast to slow and agonizing, losing myself in the way his breathing hitched, his muscles tensed.
For me.
The man was on the brink of explosion because of what I was doing to him.
I’d never felt more desirable, more sexy, or more appreciated in my entire life.
“Teagan,” Roman growled, and I drew back enough to look up at him, his hard cock slipping from my lips with a satisfying little popping sound.
“Roman?” I whispered before trailing the tip of my tongue around the tip as I pumped him.
“Get that beautiful ass up here.”
“Or what?” I teased, tightening my grip.
Another growl rumbled from his chest, and I didn’t need the shower water to tell me I was completely, utterly liquid for the man.
“Or I’m going to come in your mouth if you keep doing that thing with your tongue.”
A thrill flared in my chest at the gravel in his voice, the edge of desperation. My breath hitched, the knowledge that he wanted me as badly as I wanted him doing things to my body.
I gave his cock another pass with my tongue, just because I could, then I rose to straddle him. The beads of hot water hit my back, the sensation sizzling as I felt Roman’s hard length slip between my thighs.
Nose to nose, I wrapped my arms around his neck, my nipples grazing his hard chest as he gripped my hips and tucked me closer.
I gasped at the slickness between us—his hard cock teasing my slit in the most deliciously agonizing way.
“Is this how you want me?” I said, my voice trembling slightly as we continued to tease each other.
Roman stilled beneath me and tugged on my hair to gain my full attention. “I want you every way, Teagan.” He slanted his mouth over mine, fucking my mouth with his tongue before drawing back to catch my gaze again. “I’ve had years to think about all the ways I want you.”