his hips. I whimper, clutching his sweaty shoulders.
And he stays true to his word. Well, for tonight anyway.
Stretching lazily, I partially open one eye.
The sleeping beauty beside me appears contented, a faint smile planted on his pink lips. Today is no clearer than yesterday, but it’s okay. With Roman by my side, we can work through anything.
I can’t help myself and prop up on an elbow, peering down at the man who has changed my life forever. I never thought I would ever feel this way for another human being, but just meeting Roman has shown me that anything is possible.
Skimming my finger along his forehead, I dip down the slope of his nose, tracing the outline of those sinful lips. I don’t waste a minute and lower my mouth to his. A sleepy moan rumbles from his chest.
“Is this my wake-up call? If it is, I think I’m still fast asleep and will be for quite some time. You better try harder.” I giggle around his mouth, happy to comply.
I deepen the kiss, my hair falling around us to cloak us from the real world. Our mouths move at a languid pace. We’re in no real hurry to leave this room anytime soon. But who says we have to?
I’m still not confident enough to call the shots, but I roll on top of him, dominating him like he would usually dominate me. The move seems to please him, as he groans deeply, the low sound hitting where it hurts.
We’re still very naked, and it doesn’t take long for something delicious to stir below.
“I’m insatiable when it comes to you,” he huskily confesses, biting his bottom lip.
The sight has me mewling.
Going with instinct, I sit upright, straddling Roman’s waist. The connection has us both groaning. He raises his hand and runs it down the side of my neck before dipping down and cupping my breasts. I arch my neck backward, losing myself in a feeling comparable to heaven.
However, heaven is about to turn into hell.
“Lola, I hope you don’t mind, but we let ourselves in with the spare key—oh, my god!”
I turn over my shoulder so quickly, I’m certain I’ve pulled a muscle in my neck. But that doesn’t compare to the muscle my mother has pulled in her face when her mouth falls open and her eyes bulge from her head. She looks seconds away from passing out.
“I…oh…my…I’m…god…naked…so naked…so sorry!” She fumbles over her words, clutching on to the doorframe, steadying her wavering form.
She has just caught her naked daughter, lying on top of her very naked boyfriend, and I suddenly think it’s the funniest thing in the world.
A giggle slips past me as I cross my arms over my chest, while Roman sinks into the sofa, hoping it swallows him whole. “Come back in five minutes.”
She nods but doesn’t move a muscle. I think she’s gone into shock.
“Mom, a little privacy, please.”
Roman places his forearm over his eyes, shaking his head in horror. I’m still chuckling.
“Oh god, yes, of course. I’m so sorry.” She finally snaps to and slams the front door shut.
When the coast is clear, I snort with laughter, unable to stop.
“This isn’t funny,” Roman admonishes, only making the situation worse. “I didn’t want to meet your mom butt naked.”
He gently pushes me off him, jumping from the sofa, on the hunt for his clothes.
I roll onto my side, gasping for breath. “And what a butt it is.”
He ignores my outburst, slipping into his jeans and T-shirt. “She’s going to kill me, isn’t she?”
“No,” I reply, catching my breath.
“No?” he questions, pausing midway through combing his fingers through his bed hair.
Jumping from the sofa, I search for some clothes. “Let’s do this.”
This is a rite of passage as such, as I’ve never introduced my parents to a boyfriend before. Before I got sick, I dated a few guys, but never anyone serious, never anyone I wanted my parents to meet.
I walk to the front door with Roman dragging his feet every step of the way. “Are you sure I’ll leave this house with all parts intact?”
I stifle a laugh behind my hand.
The moment I open the door, my mother pales, while my father smiles, none the wiser. She clearly didn’t let on what she walked into. “Hello. Good morning. Hi.”
I’ve never seen my mom bothered. I grin, highly amused. “Good morning. Come in.” They do.
Roman clears his throat. “Good morning, Ms. Van Allen. Mr. Van Allen. I’m Roman Archibald, Lola’s…”