Page 9 of Loving Roman (The Summer Twins #3)

–alice–

He makes me feel like a young woman whose beauty hasn’t yet been stolen by time. It’s the most precious gift he could have given me.

Carrying me across the cozy room, he tosses me onto the bed.

My butt lands on the edge and I bounce a little, a giggle escaping.

Roman pushes my legs apart to make room for his large body, and he drops to his knees.

I rest my forearms over his broad shoulders, threading my fingers through the soft hair at his nape.

Our eyes find each other, and we share a long, silent moment that somehow deepens our connection.

The heat in his warm brown gaze squeezes my heart for a few seconds, and I honestly can’t believe I caught the eye of a man as handsome and as ‘good’ as him.

His large hands glide along my thighs, leaving goosebumps in their wake and pushing the skirt of my sundress upward on their journey.

With our heads dipped close, we follow the pathway with our eyes, anticipation building for what comes next.

I press my thighs against his hips, eager for what’s about to happen, and Roman’s eyes snap up to mine.

A smirk teases his lips. “Tell me what I’m allowed to do to you, because I have so many ideas running through my mind. ”

Heat explodes through my body like a volcano.

“Everything,” I murmur, my breaths coming faster.

The realization that I would let this almost stranger do anything to my body is shocking.

I’ve always been a rule follower. I’ve always needed structure and often hold on to societal expectations with white-knuckle force.

This is so out of character for me, but I feel safe with Roman.

Cherished, adored, respected.

I want to explore everything with him. Maybe because I know this isn’t a relationship as such and won’t go anywhere, I can allow myself to let go.

His hands move higher, pushing my dress above my hips and exposing my cotton panties.

I wasn’t prepared for something like this, and I flush at the thought of him seeing me in all my glory.

There’s nothing tidy about the area he’s about to expose.

I hope he likes his women au naturel , because that’s exactly what he’s going to get.

He bites his bottom lip as his heated gaze drops to my panties.

Running the back of his finger along the panel between my legs, he sucks in a sharp breath.

Even I can feel how wet the fabric is. Relief fills my body that I’m wet—I wasn’t sure it would happen.

I’ve read a heap of lists outlining the symptoms of perimenopause, and dryness during sex makes every single one.

Perimenopause is a bitch, and my body has been all over the place for the last couple of years, so I wasn’t sure what to expect since I have yet to be in this situation. But this wetness means I can relax and enjoy the experience.

“Is this all for me?” His eyes dance up to mine, the cliché question hanging in the air between us. He doesn’t need me to answer that. He knows it’s all for him, but I get the sense he wants me to answer just the same .

“Yes,” I breathe, the heated flush to my cheeks deepening.

He slips his fingers between mine and draws my hand toward his zipper, pressing my palm against the large bulge hidden behind it.

“Feel what you’ve done to me?” he asks, his voice full of gravelly need.

He releases my hand and wraps my fingers over the bulge, encouraging me to squeeze. “That’s all for you.”

He dips between my legs, dislodging my hand from him, and drags his nose along the plain cotton panel, drawing in a deep breath. The scruff on his cheeks scrapes along my inner thighs, adding to the sensations he’s building inside me.

Oh, my god. That’s so sexy.

“You smell so damn good.” The deep rumble of his voice vibrates through my core, heating my blood and making my clit pulse.

My panties grow wetter with each second he caresses me through the practical material.

My hips nudge forward without guidance from me, seeking more friction, and he chuckles against me, the heat of his breath hitting me right there .

A moan climbs up my throat, and I drop my head back as I slide my fingers through his soft hair to hold him to me.

A masculine groan rumbles against me as his fingers tug at each side of my underwear.

I raise my hips to allow him to remove them, exposing my lower half completely.

He looks at me like he’s never seen a woman’s pubic area before, then uses his fingers to spread my lips apart.

His expression morphs, and lust drips from his features as he teases my clit lightly while watching intently.

Arching my back, I moan at the exquisite feeling. The tease of his fingers and what’s to come sends a thrill through me.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs as he ducks his head and swipes his tongue from my opening to my clit, then swirls a tight circle around the bud; sending sparks firing through my blood and my hips jolting off the bed .

I’m so close to exploding already. It’s embarrassing. And unexpected.

As he slides a single finger inside me, I bite my lip to trap my moans in my throat and grip the comforter like my life depends on it to keep myself in place.

What this man can do with his finger and tongue is beyond any experience to date, or maybe it seems that way because it’s been such a long time since I’ve done anything like this.

I’m losing control and don’t know what to hold on to in a bid to stay grounded. I release my death grip on the comforter and slip my fingers through Roman’s hair again. “Roman,” I murmur as I tighten my fingers in the strands, holding him to me as I push my hips higher.

Each muscle contracts and tightens from the tips of my toes to the top of my head as Roman’s touch grows more demanding, more frantic. I fear my body won’t be able to sustain the pressure and will explode into a million tiny pieces, and there’ll be nothing left of me. “Ooooh!”

There’s no way to stop the freight train that’s barreling toward me.

Every muscle in my body locks tight, including my lungs, trapping my breath inside.

A glittery halo rings my vision as my toes curl and I explode into a thousand shards of light.

I shatter so completely that my muscles shudder violently, unlocking something inside me to fly free of my earthly body.

I suck in a sharp breath and cry out Roman’s name with my release.

“Jesus, that was spectacular.” Roman’s gruff voice jolts me back to reality, and I open my eyes slowly, my lips spreading to grin shyly at him.

“That was …” I should feel mortified.

I don’t.

“Fucking incredible,” he finishes, his eyes wandering over my face in what appears to be awe.

I nod, using my hands to cover my face. I can’t believe I fell apart so quickly and so … I can’t even think of a word to describe how I fell apart. There are no words to describe the sensations my body experienced, let alone my mind and my heart.

Roman’s fingers peel my hands from my face, and I can smell my scent on them.

“Don’t hide from me, Alice.” He waves a finger between us.

“It’s just us here, and you have no reason to hide from me.

” His words are so genuine, I have no trouble at all believing him.

It’s just another way he’s encouraging me to let go.

He grips the bottom of my dress and dips his chin while raising an eyebrow in silent question.

I nod and lift my arms to the ceiling, sucking my stomach in as best I can, but there’s no way to hide the extra tire that’s taken up residence around my middle no matter how much yoga I do or how many calories I deny myself.

At least my bra is halfway decent, with some lacy embellishment.

He reaches behind me and unclasps the last stitch of clothing hiding me from him.

My breasts sag an embarrassing amount, but the way his gaze burns a trail over me, you’d think I was a supermodel with perky breasts and a flat stomach.

Neither of which I’ve had for some time.

And while my skin prickles under his lascivious gaze, I’m very aware I’m now stark naked while he’s still fully clothed.

The imbalance of the situation is an awakening, and I shift forward, pinching the button of his jeans as I look up at him for permission.

He nods sharply, sucking in a breath as I work to release his button and zipper over the hard bulge trapped behind the stiff fabric.

As I lean forward to kiss his erection, a surge of power …

no, it’s confidence I don’t remember ever feeling, washes over me at the knowledge that I’m the woman turning this man on. I’m the one who’s made him this hard.

He pushes to his feet and toes off his shoes while I drag the denim over his slim hips, taking his boxer briefs down too.

His heavy erection drops free and almost slaps my cheek.

When I peer up to see if Roman noticed the almost mishap, his heated gaze freezes me in place.

The look on his face tells me he likes the position we’re in, so I dig deep for my inner vixen and dart my tongue out to taste the pearly drop emerging from the tip of his penis.

His fingers slip into my hair, holding me gently as he nudges my lips, silently begging me. When I glance back up at him, the tension in his face urges me on. I can give him something in return for the pleasure he just gave me. It’s a heady notion to have a man like him at my mercy.

I’m so out of practice with this. With oral sex. With sex in general.