Page 32 of Teaching Roman

“I promise there will be no jalapeños.” He kissed my belly button and began to work his way up until he had me pinned to the bed.

“That’s a shame. I’d love to come.” I smiled, distracted from the looming deadline. He laughed and kissed me before pushing himself up enough that I wasn’t at risk of suffocating under his rock hard body.

“Did I ever tell you that I had a crush on you?”

“While I was in your class?” I feigned shock. “Scandalous, Professor Markson.”

“I couldn’t help it. You had no reason to take it seriously, but you showed up, prepared every day. It was incredibly sexy.”

“Actually, I had two really good reasons to care,” I informed him matter-of-factly.

“You did, huh?” He brought his face down, brushing his lips along my jawline.

“Yes.” It took effort to remember what those reasons were with him kissing me like that. “I want to be able to communicate with my patients when I’m a doctor.”

“That is a very responsible reason.” He’d found my earlobe and tugged it into between his teeth. My breath hitched at the tingle the nip produced. “And the other?”

“I was hot for teacher,” I breathed.

“What a coincidence. Are you saying that whole time that I wanted you, you wanted me?”

“Mmhmm,” I moaned. It felt good to admit it—wicked and dirty and careless. “It’s a good thing you never told me you liked me.”

“Why’s that, Jessica?” His breath was warm in my ear, making my skin tingle, as our bodies began to move of their own accord. He settled between my legs, his narrow hips rocking against me until I gasped.

“Because it would have been wrong.” I forced the words out as pressure mounted in my core.

“Is this wrong?” He rolled his groin, moving deeper, and stealing my breath. I couldn’t answer him. There weren’t words. When we were apart, my brain told me it was against the rules. But when I was with him that didn’t seem to matter. At the moment, I could have cared less.

My heels dug into his back answering his question and he took the hint. When we collapsed against the pillows a few minutes later, I still hadn’t caught my breath. Roman’s arm snaked under my shoulders and drew me closer to him.

“Tell me another secret,” I whispered.

There was a pause before he pressed a kiss to my forehead and answered, “I never want this night to end.”