Page 90 of Valentine’s Billionaire Auction

“Me too,” I replied, my heart still racing from our kiss. “Thank you for that. And the laptop. It was a very thoughtful gift.”

He nodded, his gaze holding mine for a long moment before he cleared his throat. “We should probably get dried off.”

“Yeah.” I made no move to go up to my room. I just stared at him, waiting for something to happen. The kiss had left me wanting more.

“I think we should just get out of our wet clothes,” he said, his voice husky.

“Yeah.”

“Come with me.”

He started up the stairs. I followed behind him, heading toward his bedroom instead of my own. He led me inside and closed the door behind him.

“Are you chilly?” he asked.

“A little.”

“I think a nice, hot shower is exactly what we need.”

I nodded but couldn’t say anything. I had thought about this with him since the last time, but I truly didn’t think it would happen again. After he got up and left without a word, I thought maybe he didn’t like it. Like I wasn’t good in bed. But the way he was looking at me now said otherwise.

Roman stepped closer to me, his gaze intense. “Let me warm you up.”

He cupped my face, his thumb tracing my lower lip. I shivered at his touch, my heart racing. Slowly, he leaned in and kissed me again. It deepened as his arms wrapped around my waist.

I melted against him, my fingers tangling in his damp hair. The kiss was passionate, full of an underlying hunger that sent tingles down my spine. When we finally broke apart, we were both breathing heavily.

“The shower,” Roman murmured, his voice thick with lust.

He didn’t move. Instead, he reached behind me and pulled down the zipper of my dress that he had zipped up a couple of hours ago. It fell to the floor around my feet. I kicked off my heels and stepped out of it.

It was my turn to help Roman out of his damp suit. I gazed up at him, my heart pounding as my cold fingers started to undo the buttons of his shirt. His eyes were filled with desire as he watched me undress him, his fingers brushing against my skin in a way that sent shivers through me. Once he was down to just his boxers, he pulled me close and kissed me again, his hands roaming over my body.

Breathlessly, he pulled back. “The shower,” he repeated, his voice low and rough.

He led me into the spacious bathroom, turning on the water and adjusting the temperature. Steam quickly filled the air, much faster than the water heated up at my apartment. He pulled me under the hot spray, his lips finding mine in a searing kiss. The feel of his wet skin against mine was electrifying. His hands ignited sparks of desire with every caress.

There was an urgency to the way he kissed me, like he couldn’t get enough. I matched his fervor, my body arching into his as the water cascaded over us. His lips left mine, trailing a path down my neck. I let out a soft moan as his tongue swirled around one nipple then the other. He gently backed me up against the tile wall before he dropped to his knees in front of me.

The waterfall showerhead made it feel like we were back in the rain, but this time, very naked. He kissed my belly and moved lower.

I let out a shaky breath as Roman’s hands slid up my thighs. His touch was electrifying, sending tingles through my body. When his mouth finally met my most sensitive spot, I cried out, my fingers tangling in his hair.

Roman worked over my clit. His tongue drawing out wave after wave of pleasure. My legs trembled, threatening to give out. I leaned against the wall, the shower pouring hot water over me and down his back. Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he slid two fingers inside me, his mouth continuing its relentless assault.

The sensations were overwhelming. I cried out as Roman’s fingers curled and stroked, his mouth never letting up. My body felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending tingling with pleasure. I was close, so close. He didn’t let up. I moaned and squeezed my eyes closed.

“Roman,” I murmured. I could feel the orgasm building in the tips of my toes.

His mouth and fingers worked relentlessly, pushing me higher and higher until the tension finally snapped. My body shuddered as the waves of pleasure crashed over me. I cried out, my fingers tightening in his hair as the climax ripped through me. Roman held me steady, his tongue and fingers coaxing every last tremor from my body.

When the last aftershock had faded, he slowly pulled away, gazing up at me with a satisfied smile. He stood and looked at me with that same predatory gaze. “I want you,” he growled, crashing his lips back to mine.

My hands roamed the hard planes of his chest. Roman lifted me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist. I could feel his arousal pressing against me and a fresh wave of desire coursed through my body. He kissed me hungrily, his hands gripping my thighs to hold me in place.

I ran my hands down his back, marveling at the flex of his muscles as he ground his hips against mine. A soft moan escaped my lips, swallowed by his searing kiss.

To my disappointment, he carefully lowered me to my feet and turned off the water. He stepped out and handed me a towel that was as tall as I as. It was warm and fluffy, straight from the towel warmer. I wrapped it around myself and watched him do the same. He opened a drawer and pulled out a condom. He held it up and smiled.