Page 67 of Valentine’s Billionaire Auction

“I know,” I replied gruffly, fully aware of how close she was to tipping over the edge. Her walls clenched around me again, tighter this time, and it was everything I could do to hold back, wanting to make sure she went over that edge first.

I leaned down, capturing her lips with mine as I continued my rhythmic onslaught inside her. I could taste the salty tang of our mixed sweat on her lips. My heart pounded in my chest as it raced to keep up with the pleasure.

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room as I settled into a rhythm that sent us both spiraling toward oblivion. Every stroke inside her felt like heaven on earth—the way she wrapped herself around me, the way she moaned my name.

I wasn’t going to stop. This was one of those experiences I wanted to last for as long as humanly possible.

Her cries grew louder, and her body shook with each thrust. I could tell she was close to the precipice again. Her eyes were closed and her head rolled back and forth. The pleasure was making her crazy. I was almost there too, but I had to hold on. For her. It wouldn’t be much longer, I promised myself, as her inner muscles squeezed me once more.

“Roman,” she purred, pulling me back to reality. Hearing her say my name sent waves of hot pleasure surging through me.

“Let go,” I whispered into her ear.

All at once she shattered beneath me, writhing beneath me. Her loud cries echoed around the room as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. There were no words to describe what it felt like at that moment. The intimate connection between us was impossible to be expressed in language. I savored every moment of her orgasm.

Feeling her fall apart under me was my undoing. With a grunt, I tipped over the edge, my euphoria echoing hers as I let myself explode. Each spasm was a jolt of sheer ecstasy. It was overwhelming and satisfying at the same time.

Eventually, our bodies stilled. Spent and satisfied, I collapsed on top of her, burying my face into her neck. She was panting heavily but made no move to push me off. Her soft curves were like lying on a comfy pillow.

Her fingers gently ran up and down my back, calming my erratic heartrate. We lay there in silence, basking in the afterglow. I wanted to stay put and give myself time to recover and take her again.

But I wouldn’t.

I rolled off her and walked into the bathroom, disposing of the condom. I glanced at my reflection in the mirror and immediately felt self-loathing.

Kaira had pulled the blankets over her breasts. She was looking at me with a soft smile. I pulled on my briefs.

“Where are you going?” she asked.

“Bed.”

She said nothing as I picked up my pants and shirt. I walked out of her room without saying another word. I started back toward my room, pausing as I passed the double doors at the top of the stairs. I shook my head and continued to my bedroom.

It was almost four and I knew I should get my ass in bed, but I wasn’t going to be able to sleep with the scent of her on me. I could still taste her. It was an aphrodisiac. I wanted more, but something told me I couldn’t. I knew it was wrong.

To keep myself from caving into temptation, I walked to the shower. I had to wash her off me. The water was scalding, almost painful against my skin, but I forced myself to stay under the spray until the feel of her seemed less imprinted on my body. It was crazy, but I needed this pain. Each drop that hit me was a punishment for the way I had lost control, a penance for enjoying it too much.

I stayed under until the water ran cold. The chill helped clear my mind, sharpening the thoughts that were previously blurred by lust and desire.

Toweling off, I couldn’t help but look at myself in the mirror once again. This thing between Kaira and me? It wasn’t supposed to be complex or emotionally charged. It was a slip, a moment of weakness that could potentially unravel both our lives if not controlled.

I grabbed my toothbrush and started brushing vigorously, trying to scrub away the lingering taste of her. I needed to forget the memory of her moans, the feel of her skin under my hands.

I caught my reflection staring back at me with a mix of frustration and resignation. I turned off the bathroom light and headed back to my room, the towel hanging loosely around my waist. I dropped the towel and collapsed in my bed. I closed my eyes and hoped like hell I had not just made a huge mistake.

I didn’t want Kaira to leave, but I also knew I couldn’t keep doing this with her. She was dangerous because she was so easy to like. There was no way in hell I could let myself catch real feelings for her. Something told me she was the one woman in this world that I was in danger of falling for.

25

KAIRA

Icould see the sun was out, nice and bright. The start of a beautiful day. I should be up, enjoying the nice day with a walk or coffee on the patio. But I couldn’t bring myself to leave my little cocoon.

I stayed curled up in my bed, staring at the ceiling. My mind was replaying the events of the previous night on an endless loop, tormenting me with every moment of weakness.

What had I been thinking? One night of Roman being considerate and suddenly I was throwing myself at him like some starry-eyed fool. I should’ve known better. I acted on the crush like the band geek in high school that finally got a little attention from the star quarterback.

Now, I was wrapped in silent regret.