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Our lips meet, and everything else fades away. The softness of her lips, the gentle tug she gives my lower one, the way her fingers move to the back of my head—pulling me in deeper—it's all intoxicating.
Amid our heated exchange, I can't help but tease her, "Ever joined the mile-high club?"
She pulls back just a little, her eyes wide with feigned innocence, and then a sly grin appears."No," she whispers, her breath warm against my face, "But they do say there's a first time for everything."
Chapter 10
Valentina
"Did you plan this when you invited me to Rome?" I ask, my voice a sultry whisper.
His eyes gleam with mischief.
I can feel him, pressing insistently against me, and heat rushes to my core. My breath catches when his fingers trail to my inner thigh.
His touch is maddening, driving me wild, and I can't find the willpower to stop him.
"I'd be lying if I said it wasn't on my list of possibilities."
The moment Roman's lips find mine, a spark ignites within me.
I've shared kisses before, but none have ever set my soul alight like this.
The lingering taste of our earlier wine merges with his intoxicating essence, and I find myself eagerly chasing after every hint of flavor.
His fingers dance over my waist, each touch sending shivers down my spine. Drawing me closer, the rest of the world fades away, leaving just us and the soft hum of the jet's engines.
Everything feels heightened, more intense.
I grind against him, causing a low growl to escape him.
Fuck, I'm addicted to that sound.
I’m addicted to this man who is every bit wrong for me.
He teases the fabric of my dress, causing me to gasp and tilt my head to give him better access. Every logical part of me screams to pull away, to slow down, but as his touch ventures further, I only crave more.
"Do you want this?" His voice, a seductive murmur against my neck, sends tingles throughout my body.
I pause, wrestling with my thoughts. I know we're moving fast, that I should have my guard up. Yet as he continues to explore, all I can think of is how much I yearn for more.
"Yes," I reply, the word sounding more like a surrender than an affirmation.
Our lips reunite, the kiss growing hungrier, more desperate. There's an unspoken yearning, a tangible desire surrounding us.
Right and wrong blend together, and in this sizzling moment, I give in to the overpowering attraction I feel for him.
His fingers, with tantalizing precision, push aside the thin fabric of my panties.
My body responds instantly, my mind swimming in a haze of need and desire. His touch on me is electric, causing shockwaves of pleasure that make my head spin.
It's a slow build, one that has me arching into his touch, chasing the impending climax.
However, just as I think I'm about to find release, his fingers retreat.
The sudden lack of contact has me gasping, my eyes opening to find his devilishly smug grin.
"Roman," I whisper, my voice husky with want. But instead of giving me what I'm so desperately craving, he continues to tease me, his fingers dancing tantalizingly close but never providing the direct contact I yearn for.
