Chapter 14

Fourteen

Roman

They walked back to Sam's place once the ship docked. Not in any hurry to share her with anyone, let alone the casino crowd, Roman had walked her in circles on the outer deck, stopping often to taste her mouth. The mint of her ice cream was lost under the cocktail, but he didn't mind. She tasted faintly of bourbon, and that mixed with the flowery scent of her perfume and the press of her body to his each time he kissed her, drove him out of his mind.

There wasn't much talking. Not on the boat and not on the walk to her house. But it was a good silence, heavy with arousal and anticipation. Roman's damned dick had been all up for finding a mop closet or the nearest ladies' room and taking her up against the wall. He didn't think she would mind at all. But he had enough brain power left to remind himself he didn't want it that way. Not the first time with her.

Now, Sam unlocked her door and led him inside, and he was thrilled that they had waited. Quick, dangerous liaisons were fun; there was a time for that in relationships. But never the first time, not with a woman like Sam—relationship or not.

Once inside, Roman reached behind him to close and lock her door. He had every intention of undressing her—slowly—and laying her down in her bed, where he could spend hours worshipping her. Sam had other plans, as her hands were on him immediately. Her fingers were steady as she unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it open. She tore her eyes from his and let her gaze roam over his firm, flat stomach. His hip bones where his khaki shorts rode low, a little bit loose.

In the gray light from the bare window on the far wall, Roman watched her pant softly as she pushed his shirt up over his shoulders. He shrugged it off but caught her wrists when her palms smoothed over his belly.

"Wait."

"Why?" She breathed the word, almost sounding pained.

"I want?—"

She didn't let him finish, cut him off with the press of her lips to his neck. She tugged her hands free from his grasp, teeth gently working on the skin under his ear.

"Sam." He fell gently into the door at his back, vaguely aware that she was sweeping him off his feet. In charge now, with steady hands, she unbuttoned his shorts. Her fingertips brushed his erection as she lowered the zipper, slowly, tantalizing him. Roman closed his eyes as her lips worked their way back over his jaw to his mouth, unable to concentrate when she let go of his zipper and palmed his cock. Shorts sliding at his waist, only his briefs between her skin and his, she worked his erection with nimble, but hungry fingers.

"You don't have?—"

She flicked her tongue over the center of his upper lip, moving her hands yet again. Hooking her thumbs under the waistband of his briefs, Sam inched the material low on his hips.

"Fuck." His shorts slid from his waist to pool at his feet. Roman freed his cock and gritted his teeth when she eased to her knees in front of him, licking a trail over his abdomen and tugging his briefs out of her way. All thought, all good sense gone now, Roman simply leaned on the door and dragged his fingers through her hair as she took his length into her mouth.

Her lips tugged gently on his cock and then firmer, harder still. Rocking forward on the balls of his feet, he pushed into her hot silky mouth, undone by the flutter of her tongue against him as she worked him with her lips.

"Don't hold back." Sam cupped the backs of his thighs in her hands and looked up at him.

"I want you naked."

"I will be," she promised him.

"When you have your mouth on me."

"Next time." She flicked her tongue over the tip of his cock. "I wanna make you lose control, Dr. Ewing. Give me everything."

Roman groaned out loud when she slid one hand around to cup his ass cheek and the other between his legs to touch his balls. He couldn't remember the last time someone sucked his dick, but he did know it hadn't been quite like this. So attentive, so assertive. Sam worked at his balls, at his cock, like she was starved, and yet, her moves were clearly to bring him pleasure.

When he felt his calves tighten, a burning sensation in his thighs, the release ready to explode from him, he tangled his fingers in her hair.

"Sam."

"Let me taste you, Roman."

He thrust forward once more and lost control of himself. Desperate to watch her take him in, swallow his excitement, he tipped his head down and opened his eyes. Fully clothed, on her knees in front of him, Sam swallowed the last of it and looked up to meet his eyes.

"This is not what I planned." He dropped his head back to the door again.

"Does that mean you didn't enjoy it?"

He huffed out a sarcastic laugh.

"I don't think I've had a blowjob since I was married," he answered. "Definitely not like that."

"I think you are a beautiful man, Roman Ewing." She wrapped her fingers around his limp dick and rubbed the flat of her tongue over his head again.

"Tell me there's more." He smoothed his fingers through her hair again as she moved gracefully to her feet.

"You said you wanted me to do that naked," she reminded him.

"And I do." He caught her chin in his hand again, eyes burning with intensity. "But not yet."

Sam nodded. "I'm yours, Roman. Do what you want."

"I want a light on," he told her. "So I can see every inch of you that I kiss. Touch. Suck." His dick stirred again at the image of her naked before him. From the look on her face, Sam felt it against her middle. "I want you on the island. Nothing on. And I want my face between your legs."

She stared at him for a moment and finally nodded.

"Okay."

Roman dropped his hand and arched his brows to let her know he was ready.

Like a professional, she took the hem of her shirt in her hands and slowly eased it up over her belly. The glimpse of skin a tease that made his dick hurt.

"What light do you want on?"

Her thick whisper chased a chill down his back. The tail of her shirt in her hands was near her chest now, slowly exposing red lace.

"Just a light," he answered as she eased the shirt over her head and dropped it. She reached for his hand and pulled him away from the door. His knees still weak from the intense orgasm she had wrung from his body, he took a deep breath and followed her to the open kitchen.

"How's this?" She flipped the light on over the sink and cast the small area in golden yellow. Intimate. Perfect. He nodded and slid his eyes down over the curves of her breasts to her fingers, now working the buttons of her jeans.

"Button-fly." He groaned softly.

"You like?"

A smile tugged at his mouth. "There's nothing about you I don't like, Sam."

She quirked her eyebrows at him as she eased the denim down her hips, revealing a tiny scrap of red lace.

"Sorry I'm not wearing fuck-me heels," she said with a smirk.

"Turn around," he ordered her when her jeans were on the floor. She turned slowly, giving him a full view of her sweet, curvy ass, the string of red lace between her ass cheeks. "Tell me you wore that with this in mind."

"I absolutely wore it with this in mind." Sam peeked at him over her shoulder.

"Get on the counter."

She spun around to face him again, her hand behind her. Roman held his breath when she flicked the hook of her bra, and the lace fell away from her skin. She slid the straps down her arms, tossed the lace to the floor, and hopped up on the counter, breasts bouncing as she did.

Roman pinched her nipple playfully and leaned over to scrape the other with his teeth.

"I didn't get to do that to you," she argued weakly.

"Next time," he promised as he met her eyes. "Lie back."

She did as he asked, leaning back on her elbows, and spreading her legs for him. Roman feasted on the sight of her creamy, sun-kissed skin and beautiful curves. Her small hips were rounded, her thighs lean. He tracked his gaze up over her flat belly and admired her breasts, high and proud, her nipples beaded hard with excitement.

"Roman."

"Exquisite," he said simply. Because he couldn't resist, he smoothed his hands up the backs of her calves. "I intend to have my mouth on every inch of your body."

Sam sank her teeth into her lip and watched him look at her. Finally, he backed up a step, still holding her legs.

"Scoot closer."

When she did, he hooked his thumbs in the lace and removed the thong. Feeling her eyes on him, he leaned forward, pushed her thighs open, and dipped his head to flick his tongue over her and taste her. The light was now behind him, throwing a perfect, intimate glow over her nude body. He lifted his head for a moment to admire her again and then used his fingers to spread her open so he could feast. Sam's moans, her heavy, uneven breathing drove him to suck harder and apply more pressure with his tongue. Fingers scissoring inside her, she lifted her hips from the counter and settled her feet on his shoulders.

Because she had given him such pleasure first, but mostly because he loved the way she tasted, Roman played between her legs, lapping up her excitement, her release, over and over again, until she whimpered and let her feet slide away, down his sides.

He lifted his head to watch her come down to earth, her lips parted, her fists opening and closing on the counter, as if reaching, grabbing for something to ground herself.

"Take me to bed," she whispered when she saw him watching her.