Chapter 15

Fifteen

Sam

In the bedroom, Roman took control yet again. Sam didn't mind; in fact, she loved the bold sweep of his hands and the nip of his teeth over her skin. Tonight would be give and take, and as hungry for Roman as she was, she didn't want to rush it. At her bedside, Roman held her in his arms, his lips on hers, kissing, worshipping, pleasuring. The stroke of his fingertips up her neck chased a flutter of excitement over her skin. Fingers tangled in her hair, the other hand molding her hip, the small of her back, her butt. His erection pressed, probed at her belly, thick and hot, and still, he kissed her, drinking her in like iced tea on a sticky, summer day.

Lost in the sensation of his tongue on hers, the broad strokes and the finer, more precise flicks at her lips, the roof of her mouth, Sam moaned softly when she felt his hand on her breast. Her knees buckled as he cupped her in his palm and smoothed his thumb over her nipple.

She murmured something she wanted to be please , but the word, her thought was lost the moment it left her lips. With her arms around him, she lifted one hand to his hair, tangled her fingers, and urged him lower, to kiss her there. Rather than rush there, he trailed his teeth over her neck, sucked at her collarbone, and finally, finally , he drew her nipple into his mouth and tugged.

Dropping her head back in surrender, Sam closed her eyes and held his head to her breast.

"I don't have condoms," she whispered, desperately afraid he would stop.

"I do." He turned his attention to her other breast, leaving her skin wet, her nipple puckered. "By the front door."

She laughed softly. "That's too far away."

"I can move really fast." He quirked an eyebrow at her.

"I like your slow hands." She leaned closer and nibbled on his lips.

"My slow hands love touching you."

He swept his tongue over her lips again, but she drew back and shook her head.

"Condom."

For the first time, Sam was truly thankful she had a small house. She climbed into her bed as he left the room, but he was back within seconds, eyes feasting on her body, laid out and ready for him.

She watched him tear the foil package open and roll the rubber over his cock, but she couldn't be still a second longer. As Roman knelt on the side of her bed, she sat up and reached for him. He sank into her with ease, as if they belonged together and had made love hundreds of times. And yet, ever aware that this was the first of what she hoped would be many times together, Sam wrapped her arms around him and moved with him, thrilled by his hard body inside her, his heat, his weight pressing her into her mattress, the lingering masculine scent of his cologne.

His mouth found hers again as he pumped his hips over hers in a deliciously slow rhythm. Desperate to keep the pressure of his body inside hers, Sam dragged her fingernails down his back and sank them into his butt cheeks to hold on. When she was close, she whispered it, chanted his name in that same whisper, and sobbed softly when he pulled out again and held himself in a firm plank over her waiting body.

"Roman, please."

"Hold on." The low and gritty timbre of his voice sent a jolt of pleasure through her. He chased it with one last deep, hard drive into her, sending her over the edge. The scream and sob that gushed from her lips sounded foreign—sexy—something Sam wasn't sure she had ever thought of herself.

When Roman buried his face in the crook of her neck, she wrapped her legs around his waist and held on through the raw, nearly violent release that crashed through him. His groan was guttural but turned gentle as he repeated her name over and over.

They lay for several long moments, limbs intertwined. Roman held her breast in his palm possessively, his head rested on her shoulder.

"I have one question." Finally finding the strength to speak, Sam lifted her hand and tousled his hair with her fingers.

"What?"

"Do you have more condoms?"

His soft laugh touched her, his breath feathering over her bare skin and bruising something a little deeper.

She liked him.

Sam enjoyed his company. His laughter. His conversation.

And she obviously enjoyed the hell out of his body.

"I do."

"Thank God." She dug her heels into the cool sheet and smoothed her hand down his back.

"You're beautiful," he spoke quietly, his voice sincere. "Do you know that?"

"You certainly made me feel beautiful."

"Wasn't me," he argued. Roman lifted his head to peek at her and stole a kiss from her lips. "All I did was touch you."

"Roman?"

"Hmm?" He shifted, propped his weight on his elbow, and scooted up beside her so they were eye to eye. "The first time I saw you, I thought you were beautiful."

"About that."

"What?" He arched an eyebrow in askance.

"What's next?"

Sam tightened her arm around him when he jerked as if to sit up.

"No, no." She shook her head quickly. "I'm not asking for more than this. I know that's the last thing you need right now."

"What is it?" He traced his fingertips over her forehead and down the slope of her nose.

"I don't want this to change anything."

"You want me to keep coming to Book & Barrel. And reading the fantastic books you're recommending to me. Drinking your wine."

"I do." She nodded.

"And visiting your bed?" He sounded hopeful. "Because I want to do all of the above, but I also need more of that pussy, Sam. I might need a little of that every day."

She laughed out loud. "Wow. The good doctor talks dirty."

"Do you like that?" he asked with a grin.

"So, sometimes I read romance novels." She slid her leg up over his and turned to lie on her side.

"Mm-hmm."

"And authors are always talking about the male character being rakish."

"And?"

"That grin." She kissed his lips.

"This one?" He did it again when she pulled away.

"That very one." She nodded. "It's rakish. Now I get it."

"Is that a good thing?"

"Oh, that's a delicious thing, Doctor Ewing." She kissed him again, lingering at his mouth for a deep, passionate kiss. "I love your mouth."

"Tell me more."

"I love watching your mouth on a wine glass. Talking to Vivian. Smiling at me. Working my clit to make me come."

"There she is." He pushed her to lie on her back again. "Sam Walker, I wanna hear more about my mouth and your clit and what it feels like when I kiss you there."

"Well, it feels like heaven." She laughed and jumped as he scooted down her body and flicked her belly button with his tongue. "But that seems a little sacrilegious to say when we're doing dirty things to each other."

"Do you want it like this?" he asked her. Sam lifted her hips from the bed as he dipped his head to kiss her.

"How else are you gonna give it to me?" she asked with a grin.

"Sit on my face."

"Fuck." She groaned and reached for him. "You're gonna make me come again just talking about it."

"Happy to keep talking." He crawled back up to lie beside her and flopped on his back. "Your choice. Ride my cock or my face."

"Why do I have to choose?"

"Unfortunately, you can't do both at the same time."

She laughed as she straddled him and inched up his chest.

"I want a little bit of this and a little bit of that."

Roman smoothed his hands up over her outer thighs and flashed that rakish smile again.

"Anything you want."