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“Should I go?”Phoebe asks the obvious question, and we answer with two nods.
“Yes, I’ll see you tomorrow. Make sure you practice and say hello to scorpion tattoo.” I call out as she swipes her flip-flops off the bench and bolts in her dance shoes.
“Levi!” She corrects me.
“Whatever...” I’m too focused on the man on the opposite side of the room to pay attention to her babbling. No one exists but him.
“Are you upset I’m here?” Roman steps forward with a sheepish smile on his gorgeous face and spreads his arms wide. “Can I get a hug?”
“Are you here because you didn’t trust me?” I don’t want to question his motives, but it’s an old habit that’s hard to break. I’m thrilled to see him, and deep down, I fantasized he’d surprise me like this---but motives mean a lot to me. You can’t build a foundation that lasts a lifetime if there is no trust. I read that somewhere, and it sounds pretty damn accurate.
He frowns and shakes his head. “I trust you with my life. I’m here because I missed the hell out of you, and seven weeks apart isn’t going to fly with me. I fell in love with a free spirit, and I’ll be damned if I try to change you now that you’re mine. I could pay your rent, and I’d happily build you a studio closer to the Village if that’s what you want. I know you need to do things your way. I’ll support you if you want to do your summer gig in the mountains. But goddamn it, Summer, I will travel here every weekend to be with you. I’m not going seven fucking weeks...”
I soar into his embrace and shut those bossy lips with a giant kiss. “That’s perfect, sweetheart. That’s exactly what I need to hear. I love that you chased me here. It makes me feel wanted and cherished. Words are easy, Roman. Anyone can say I love you. Not everyone can show it.”
“I’ll always chase you, darling. You’re my girl.”
“And I’ll always let you catch me.” Roman yanks me into his chest and seals his lips to mine. His hands glide over my breasts, and his possessive caress makes me moan into his mouth. He growls in return, and the deep vibration sends tingles into my sex. With every kiss, arousal pools in my panties, and the primal yearning I’ve felt since the day I first laid eyes on Mr. Roman Russo eclipses my expectations. I was wrong to doubt him, but I have the rest of my life to compensate for that.
He’s my man. And right now, I plan to have my way with my man.
“My room is nearby, and I have two hours between classes. Do you want to...” I climb his sturdy legs and wind my thighs around his waist. “Would you like to...”
“Darling, no need to say it twice. I just drove eight hours non-stop, and the closer I came to the mountain, the harder I got. I know you can feel me.” A wicked grin creeps over his bearded mug, and my heart pitter-patters like a teenage girl. This man will have me over a barrel for the next sixty years.
I giggle and tighten my grip around his back. “But that’s not where I want to feel it.”
His smile grows wider. “Point the way, Summer, or I’ll have you here.”
I point my toe towards the door. “That-a-away.”
“Roman! Not here. Someone might catch us.” I feign innocence as I slink into my bedroom, unbuttoning my blouse to ensure he knows I’m only playing a game. He appreciates my imagination and rarely takes more than a few seconds to catch on.
“Your parents won’t be back for hours, sweetheart. Besides, you promised tonight was the night you’d let me pop that cherry.” His dirty words send a shiver down my spine. My wet panties don’t stand a chance. No doubt they’re soaked through.
“Did I say tonight?” I raise my voice an octave and scatter into my room. I love it when he plays along and takes it a step further. He’s magnificent.
“You said tonight, and I intend to hold you to your promise. I’m taking everything, Summer. No part of you is safe from me.” He pulls his t-shirt over his head and tosses it into the living room. My eyes fall on the chiseled contours of his broad chest, then drop to his rippled eight-pack abdomen. He’s a sight for sore eyes.
I give him my back and shimmy my shorts off my behind, tempting him with my recently exfoliated, lotion-lathered ass. “But no one’s ever seen me naked before.” I bat my lashes and produce an over-exaggerated pout.
“Where the hell are your tan lines, Summer Luna?” He charges toward me and smooths his hand down my waist, caressing every curve with an agonizingly slow but loving touch that makes me groan with frustration. I lean forward against my bureau and push my ass into his hands, gravitating towards their possessively rough touch.
“It’s a new kind of fabric. I tan through my bikini.” I breathe my answer between sweltering kisses that make me weak in the knees. “You don’t really think I sunbathe in buff---do you?”
“You better not, baby.” He gives me a light spank. “Don’t make me gouge out men’s eyes for having seen what’s mine.”
“I’m yours, Roman. My heart longed for you every time you walked into my studio. I knew you liked me, and I waited so long for you to ask me out. I was sure you were second-guessing your choice to be with me.” I confess my dark secret and hope he understands I haven’t been deliberately pushing him away. I needed to be sure he was certain about us. It’s not every day a girl loses her heart for good.
His eyes linger over mine, but his hand glides between my thighs. He clenches his meaty fingers into the waistband of my silk panties and rips them off my legs like they were nothing but tissue. I yelp with surprise, then cry out when his fingers slide through my wet slit and find my clit.
“I only ever doubted my worthiness, Summer. You’re so much younger than me. You’re a ball of energy, and I’m an old man who will be forty in a few years. I wanted you to have the best, and I was afraid I wasn’t it.” He leans his chest into my back and tugs my nipples, kneading my flesh until my trembling legs give out.
“And....now?” I whimper, lost in a haze of lust too deep to form sentences.
“I’ll never be good enough for you. But I don’t give a damn. No one in this world is good enough for my Summer, so it might as well be me.”
