Chapter Nine

Genevieve

Twisting the lock on the changing room door, I leaned my back against it and searched the room. There was no sign of my boyfriend.

"Roam?" I whispered.

When he didn't answer, I pushed away from the door and walked toward the wooden bench seat against the wall.

"There's something I don't understand." His arms circled my waist from behind, and he pressed a soft kiss on my shoulder.

I covered his hands with mine and twisted my head to the side to smile at him. "Let's hear it."

"While I waited for you to arrive, Charles walked by with another guy. He was whining about how you kept causing him to have blue balls." Before I could figure out how to feel about that, Roam continued. "I have blue balls all the time. What is he complaining about?"

I couldn't help it; I burst into laughter. Spinning around in his arms, I kissed him between giggles. He gave me a confused look, but returned my kisses.

"Are you sure I can't kill him again? I don't like that man," Roam grumbled playfully.

"No killing." I wiggled a warning finger at him.

Roam sighed. "Fine. I'll restrain myself. But if he touches you again, I make no promises."

Wanting to change the subject, I leaned into him. "Now, how are you going to make up for torturing me in the dunking booth?"

"Let me show you." A wicked smirk curved his lips, and he backed me up until my legs bumped the bench.

His fingers untied the strings on my bikini top, letting the wet fabric fall to the floor. My nipples hardened, and a chill ran across my skin as the water trickling down my skin cooled.

"Let me help with that." He leaned forward, his warm breath swirling over my skin in a way that had to be magic.

My skin wasn't the only thing that heated as the water droplets disappeared. "That feels incredible. Could you do this for me after every shower?"

It was meant to be a joke, but Roam responded without hesitation. "Absolutely. It would be my pleasure."

Roam's hand moved to cup one of my breasts, eliciting a groan from me. "How are you so beautiful? Do you know how many women wish for a beauty like yours? Not even djinn magic could make that happen."

"You sure know how to flatter a girl." I ran my fingers through his hair.

He was so incredible, and I couldn't help but wonder how many women had experienced this type of intimacy with him.

"It isn't flattery, it's the truth." Dipping his head, he sucked my nipple into his mouth.

I didn't want him to know how badly I wanted that to be true. "Maybe you just don't remember? You were shaken up pretty bad."

"I remember more each day, and in all my years of life, there hasn't been a woman I wanted. I hadn't experienced sexual desire until you touched my lamp." He spoke between kisses, his mouth giving equal attention to each breast.

My stomach fluttered.

"Now let's get these out of the way." He ran his fingers down my ribs to my hips, stopping when they found the ties holding up my bottoms.

My heart pounded and my breath caught in my throat. What was he planning?

Roam paused, giving me time to protest or push his hands away. When that didn't happen, he dropped to his knees. Using his teeth, the crazy, sexy djinn undid first one tie and then the other.

My bikini fell to the floor, leaving me bare and trembling in front of him. I stood motionless, waiting to see what he would do. His fingers brushed up the outside of my thighs with an almost reverence.

Leaning forward, he placed a soft kiss between my thighs, directly above my slit. I struggled to draw in a breath, and a desperate need unfurled in my stomach.

He gently pushed me down on the bench. When I tried to scoot back, he stopped me, keeping my butt right on the edge of the bench.

"Open your legs, my love," he whispered, voice husky.

I knew it was just a nickname, but hearing him saying the L word had my lovesick heart do cartwheels. Feeling shy, I hesitated. It was one thing to let him touch me and move me how he wanted, but displaying myself to him was a completely different level of intimacy. What if he found me unattractive?

"Impossible," Roam snorted. "Genie, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable with my request." He paused, then admitted softly, "I liked the idea of you opening yourself to me."

My heart melted at the flash of insecurity in his eyes. All this time, I'd enjoyed the fact that he could read my thoughts and act on them. I was still struggling with verbalizing what I wanted, but maybe it was time I worked on showing him how I felt.

Swallowing the lump in my throat and with my face feeling as though it were on fire, I slid my legs apart. Difficult as it was, I met his eyes and didn't look away as I offered myself to him.

Roam's eyes glittered and began to glow. I'd never seen a man who looked even half as good as the man kneeling in front of me.

"You're so gorgeous," I whispered, reaching trembling fingers out to stroke his jaw. "And you're mine." Realizing how that sounded, I hurried to correct myself. "Not because of the lamp keeper thing, but because of the boyfriend thing."

Except I knew I wanted more than a boyfriend and girlfriend relationship. I was terrified, but I wanted him to be mine for as long as he would put up with me.

"Yes, I am yours." Roam brushed the back of his finger down my slit.

The touch was featherlight, but it nearly caused my eyes to roll back in my skull. Hooking my legs over his shoulders, Roam's deep purple eyes met mine, then drifted over my breasts, down my stomach, and finally between my thighs.

My body trembled as Roam began placing erotic kisses from my knee up the inside of my thigh. He continued moving ever closer to the part of me that begged for his attention.

"Roam?" My voice wobbled.

"Hm?" he hummed, his tongue tracing intricate swirls on my legs.

"I've never been, uh, well, kissed, um… there." It was hard to admit, and I thought he might have already gathered that little tidbit from my mind.

However, the widening of his eyes and the tightening of his fingers on my thighs told me he hadn't. "No one has tasted you?"

I shook my head, and an expression that could only be described as hunger settled on his face.

"You belong to me." The feral possessiveness in those four words had my fears and worries melting away, leaving nothing but the overwhelming desire to be his.

"Yes," I agreed.

"Genevieve, I don't just want your body. I will wait forever if needed, but I want your heart to belong to me." I'm not sure how I would have responded, because he pressed the heat of his mouth against my entrance, stealing away my ability to speak.

My back arched, and Roam's hands gripped my waist and back. He continued to support my quivering body as his tongue traced along my slit. When his tongue delved inside the first time, I screamed his name and squirmed against the intensity of the sensations he'd stirred.

Roam growled, and something in the air shifted. His hands slid from my waist to cup my butt, lifting it off the bench. Gone were the soft kisses and gentle teasing. His tongue plunged inside me, rough and demanding.

As I murmured nonsensical noises, he continued lapping and sucking as though he were starving. The dark lust in my belly swirled and grew with each stroke of his tongue.

"I didn't know it would feel like this!" I gasped.

Sure, I'd been a little annoyed that my exes had been willing to receive but not give when it came to oral. But if I'd known it was like this, I would have been more vocal about my needs.

"No one else is going to taste you." Roam looked up for a moment, and I stared in shock at his eyes. They'd turned such a dark shade of purple they almost looked solid black. "And no one can please you the way I can."

His mouth dropped back between my legs, and this time when his tongue pushed inside me, it was different. It stretched me, plunging deeper than it had before and flicking an erogenous spot I didn't even know I possessed.

He all but sucked the orgasm from my body. My legs tightened over his shoulders as I screamed his name and stars sparkled in my vision. Roam didn't let up and continued to stroke me as I rode the aftershocks.

The dang djinn didn't give me a chance to recover before turning his tongue as cool as ice. It should have been an instant mood killer, but the contrast of the heat and cold caused fireworks to explode inside me. I came apart a second time, and with a violence that left me struggling not to pass out.

"What… are you doing… to me?" I moaned.

"Your arousal is sweet on my tongue and I refuse to share it or your beautiful body. I am making sure no other male will ever be able to satisfy you," Roam snarled, his eyes still dark with the fierce possessiveness etched on his face.

He wasn't lying. I knew without a doubt oral by anyone else could never compare. And if we ever had sex, I knew sex would be ruined completely for me too.

"I'm going to crave this every day," Roam rumbled, placing tender kisses along my inner thighs.

He wouldn't get any complaints from me, and I made a mental note to check into permanent ways to keep the bush cleared away and the landscape smooth. That was assuming I ever found the energy to leave the small changing room. Because I was having serious doubts about whether I still had the ability to walk. How was I going to get home? All I wanted was to curl up and go to sleep… in Roam's arms.

I blinked to clear my vision, and when I opened my eyes, I was staring up at my bedroom ceiling.

"I've shifted your coworkers' memories. They will remember you talking to them and then saying you need to get home," Roam answered my worries before I even had time to organize my thoughts.

He lay down beside me and I immediately scooted into his arms, throwing a leg over his hips and clinging to him like an octopus. If he hated it, too bad. He'd broken down my walls, and I had a lot of love to give.

"I wouldn't mind if you clung to me like an octopus all the time," Roam chuckled. "Now sleep, because I'm not sure how long I can wait before I need to taste you again. I'm afraid I might be addicted."

Satisfied as I was, my muscles spasmed and heat flickered in my belly.

How did I get so lucky?