Page 8 of Stay With Me
I want him to kiss me, to press his lips to mine and consume me. But he doesn’t. He brushes his thumb against my cheek and takes a step back.
I sway, my body chasing after his touch. I watch as he walks back over to the couch, stopping to move the coffee table out of the way.
“Are you really willing to do as I say, Ava?” His husky voice is thick with desire. My eyes watch his fingers as they slowly start to unbutton his dress shirt. One after the other, inch by inch, he reveals his chest until his shirt is hanging open loosely.
I lick my lips, clenching my thighs. He’s ripped. His chest is toned, muscles defined. I want to trace every inch with my tongue.
His chest has a bit of hair, but the rest of it is smooth. He’s watching me, his feverish gaze on me, mine on him. My eyes fall to the thick bulge in his pants, and I bite my lip, mouth-watering. I want to wrap my lips around his cock, to take him deep and listen to him come apart at my touch.
Movement brings my eyes back up, and I see him taking his shirt off completely. Holy gods, his arms are so fucking perfect. It’s like he works out at the gym every day. His arms flex as he grips his shirt and tosses it to the side, the veins in his arms doing something to me. God, everything about this man has me hot and wanting.
“Take it off, Ava.” His voice breaks the silent show. My eyes snap up to him, and he takes a seat back on the couch. He sits back, arms stretched across the top of the cushions. He looks like a king. And in my eyes, Roman Knight is a king.
I’m about to ask what he wants me to take off, when I remember I’m still in the trench coat.
Swallowing thickly and with shaky hands, I start to undo the buttons of the coat. I love how he watches every movement my fingers make, like I did with him. With each passing second, I can feel the sexual tension thicken, so much so it’s hard to breathe. I’m already so worked up, arousal and the thrill fueling me.
When the coat falls open, I roll my shoulders back and let it slide off my arms and onto the floor.
Between the tortured groan that leaves Roman’s lips and the way his eyes eat my body up, I’ve never felt more sexy in my whole life than I do right now.
When he speaks, his voice is a thick rasp, “Now get on your hands and knees, baby girl. I want to see you crawl to me.”
Chapter 4
Roman
She’s beautiful. Utterly stunning.
If this is a dream, I pray to the gods that I never wake up.
Ava agreed to stay here, to be with me, to hand over her body—she trusts me to do with it as I please. I plan on taking my time with her, to savor the feeling of her creamy white skin under my touch.
This is wrong—so wrong—but it’s hard to find a single reason to care because right now Ava licks her pink pouty lips. Her pupils are blown wide with arousal as she slowly gets down onto her hands and knees like I just instructed her to do.
Wrongness is an issue for tomorrow.
Tonight, I plan on enjoying everything my princess so graciously gave to me. Never did I think this would ever be my reality, and I have no idea what I did to deserve the gift of her body, but I’m not going to dwell on it.
My cock thickens in my slacks, pressing against the fabric, begging for attention from the sexy vixen who’s slowly making her way over to me.
She looks so fucking perfect, her breasts practically spilling out of her black bra with the white frills. It’s so damn sexy, it makes my cock jerk.
Her braid hangs over her shoulder, my fingers twitching with the need to wrap it around my hand and force my cock down her throat.
My pulse speeds up the closer she gets. Normally, I’m cool and collected, completely in control. But I find myself so damn excited, like a fucking teenage virgin about to fuck for the first time.
It’s as if I’m not the man with years of experience. Because none of my past experiences mattered, none of them were her.
Licking my lips, I watch her in utter fascination as she keeps her eyes locked on mine. I see the confidence in her growing. She loves this, maybe even craves it. The fact that she didn’t run away when she saw it was me but embraced the moment as if she’s wanted this as much as I have, makes me want her so much more.
I know she agreed to more than one night, but a part of me doesn’t want to take the chance of never having this opportunity to be with her again. So while I do plan on taking things slow, not wanting to overwhelm her, I will be taking her sweet cunt tonight. Not having her is a risk that I’m not willing to take.
“Such a good girl,” I praise, the words husky with need. “You listen so well, don’t you, Princess?”
She bites her lip and nods, stopping between my parted legs. Reaching down, I cup her face, brushing my thumb against her cheek. “You’re so beautiful, Ava. So sexy. Do you know how long I’ve wanted this, how much I craved to have you at my mercy?”
She shakes her head. “No,” she whispers.