Page 84 of The Promise

“I was.”

Roman smirked. “But you’re not even going to make me feel bad about taking you upstairs for the rest of the night, are you?”

Karine didn’t hesitate. “Not at all.”

He weaved their fingers together, pulling her toward the doorway hand-in-hand, and not bothering to check over his shoulder as he went.

Roman had some important things to say to Karine, but first, he needed to take that dress off her.

• • •

He was kissing her before they even made it through the door of his bedroom because he just couldn’t help himself. The door flung open under his chaotic, searching hand once it finally found the knob to twist, and they tumbled through the threshold in one other’s arms. Both out of breath, tangled in each other, nothing separated the two from what they wanted the most.

Roman loved the taste of Karine on his lips. All hot, and sweet. Like warm honey. She coated him, every inch of him. He weaved his fingers tightly through her hair, angling her face exactly the way he wanted to keep her still, so he could kiss her deeper.

She stared at him with heavy lidded eyes when they finally parted, their fingers knotting together. With the bedroom door still open, they could faintly hear the music filtering up the stairwell from downstairs. He couldn’t be sure if his mother had turned it up, but certainly sounded a little louder.

“You know, I might have liked to dance,” Karine whispered through a smile.

“Okay, so dance.”

Roman lifted her arm up and twirled her around, making Karine giggle before she fell on him again, pressing herself to his chest. He certainly wasn’t the type to dance, but he would for her. Hell, he’d do anything if she smiled at him like that again.

Kept smiling at him.

For the rest of her life.

Pressed tight to his chest, Karine’s one hand still weaved with his while his arm held her around the waist, they swayed on the spot to the slow melody that just barely reached their spot. But it was perfect, too.

Just him and her.

He’d missed that.

When he kissed her the next time, she stilled, wanting his mouth more than she wanted his feet to keep moving. He pulled the straps of the yellow dress down her arms to slip them off, marveling in the way his hands covered her delicate shoulders.

“I like this dress,” he said.

“I got a red one, too, but I couldn’t say no to this one on the way out. I really loved the market.”

His stare slammed into hers.

Karine lifted one bare shoulder, adding, “I heard you liked red.”

He did, yeah.

“I can’t wait to see that one, too.”

Karine’s quick grin had him ending the conversation so he could tug the dress lower until her perky, bare breasts came into view. He sunk down, enjoying the tickle of her blunt nails scratching over his scalp when he took her breasts in his hands. His lips lined dotted kisses down her chest, over her cleavage.

The softest sigh echoed over his head when he sucked on her nipples, one by one. Rosy and peaked, he used his teeth. All that breathiness of hers came out in a moan next.

Deep, and loud.

His cock throbbed hard in his pants, a selfish urge to get those moans of hers vibrating around his dick while fucked her mouth, but he shoved it down. Roman wanted to make her come first, and he wanted a taste of her while she did. Lifting her dress up, he got down on his knees in front of her while his fingers spread wide and flexed over her thighs.

“Roman ...” she hissed when her muscles twitched under his touch, his name coming out sultry on her lips. Like she knew exactly what he was going to do next. He gave her a hint by pulling her panties down.

“I just want a little taste, babe.”