Page 65 of Valentine’s Billionaire Auction

I swallowed hard and knew I was staring down a big decision. It was the kind of decision that could change everything. Something told me there was no simple one-nighter when it came to Roman. I would be living under the same roof as him.

I shut down the voice in the back of my mind. “Regret is a problem for morning,” I said.

His control snapped. One moment, he was standing there, composed and restrained, and the next, his mouth was on mine, his hands tangling in my hair as he kissed me like he’d been holding back for years.

I gasped against his lips. He took advantage, deepening the kiss, his tongue sweeping against mine. Heat surged through me, pooling low in my belly as I clung to him, my fingers digging into his shoulders.

He backed me into the room, kicking the door shut behind him. I didn’t care about the rules, the contract, or the line we were so clearly crossing.

All I cared about was the way he made me feel—alive, wanted, and utterly consumed.

“Tell me to stop,” he murmured against my lips, his voice hoarse and full of need.

“Don’t stop,” I whispered, pulling him closer.

His hands slid down to my waist, gripping me firmly as he kissed me again, slower this time, but no less intense. Every nerve ending in my body felt like it was on fire. I knew there was no going back from this.

Roman wasn’t just under my skin—he was in my veins, my heart, my soul. And for the first time, I didn’t want to fight it.

Not anymore.

He backed me against the wall. His large, oh-so-hard body pushed against me, pinning me with a delicious pressure that stole my breath away. Our lips separated for a mere moment as he looked down into my eyes, his gaze intense and searching.

“You sure?” he asked, his voice laced with both concern and desire. “I don’t know if I can stop a second time.”

In response, I reached up, putting my hand on the back of his head and pulling him back down to me. “Absolutely.”

That was all the confirmation he needed. His lips crashed against mine once again, hungry and urgent. As we kissed, his hands slid down my sides and slipped between my ass and the wall. He squeezed hard, jerking my pelvis against his erection.

I groaned at the contact, my body burning for more. I didn’t want to take it slow anymore. I wanted him now, hard and fast.

Too bad he had other ideas.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with lust as he looked down at me. He slid his hands up, cupping my breasts through the thin pajama top I was wearing. His thumbs grazed my nipples, causing them to pebble under the fabric.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he muttered against my lips before capturing them once again.

His kisses were slow and sweet now as he continued to tease my nipples through the fabric of my shirt. My brain screamed at me to stop, but my body refused to listen.

He broke the kiss again and looked down at me before sliding his tongue along the sensitive skin between my ear and collarbone.

“Say you want this,” he whispered breathlessly against my skin. “Tell me you need this.”

“I need this,” I said, gasping as he nibbled on the tender spot under my ear. “I want you.”

His hand slid down between our bodies again, traveling between us until it found the hem of my shirt. With a quick movement, he lifted it over my head, tossing it aside before running his hands up my bare stomach and chest once more.

I gasped at the contact, arching into him as he trailed his fingers down toward the waistband of my pajama bottoms. Unlike in the pool when he touched me, there was no hesitation or restraint in his movements now.

His fingers slipped under the fabric, tracing over my mound through my panties. I bit my lip, his touch sending shockwaves through me. I could feel the dampness gathering between my legs as he teased me mercilessly.

“Roman,” I moaned, rocking into his hand.

He pulled back slightly, a small smile playing on his lips. “Tell me,” he said softly. “Tell me what you want.”

“Please,” I breathed. “I need you to fuck me.”

Without another word, he slid two fingers inside me, thrusting deep and hard, hitting that spot that made me gasp out loud. It felt so good. It was everything I had wanted and more. He kissed me again as he rubbed his thumb against my clit in time with his fingers.