Follow Your Heart (Catalina Cove #4) - Brenda Jackson Page 0,47
He’d held back then, but he wouldn’t hold back now. With that decision made, he lowered his head and slanted his mouth across hers.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
VICTORIA WAS HOPING Roman would kiss her again and now she was getting what she wanted. She loved the feel of his mouth connecting with hers. Last night he’d been thorough but gentle. Tonight, he was kissing her with passion and possession.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back with equal enthusiasm. This kiss was deep, it was hard and it was what she wanted and needed.
Suddenly, the sound of fireworks infiltrated and they broke off the kiss, but neither moved from the other’s arms. They stared at each other while getting their breathing under control. She licked her lips, enjoying the taste of him there.
“The fireworks have started,” she said, when neither seemed capable of speech.
He nodded, wrapped his arm around her shoulder and brought her closer to his side, where they stood practically hip-to-hip. She liked being so close to him. It felt right.
She looked up and saw the sky blossom into a bright yellow. The only thing missing was the sun. It was spectacular. The laser show displayed an array of all shades of yellow, then there were flashes across the sky of all things yellow—a yellow rose, a banana, a lemon, a canary, dandelions, a sunflower, a bouquet of daffodils, a stick of butter, corn on the cob and a yellow submarine. The latter brought quite a few chuckles. Then, last but not least, was the yellow cab, which brought out a number of cheers.
Fireworks lit the sky again and music began playing, and those who recognized the song chimed in with the chorus of the ’60s song “Mellow Yellow.” Victoria laughed, loving it. When the yellow rose had appeared in the sky, both she and Roman had screamed at the top of their lungs, cheering for “The Yellow Rose of Texas.”
Once she was sure the show had ended, she turned and said, “Tonight was such fun.”
“Yes, it was. Come on and let me get you home.”
It was close to midnight when Roman walked Victoria to her door. She glanced up at him as they took the steps to her porch. “Thanks again for picking me up and bringing me home.”
“No problem. I enjoy your company.”
When they reached her front door, she turned to him. “Would you like to come in for a cup of coffee or something?”
He smiled at her and pushed a lock of hair from her face. “Yes, ‘or something.’”
Victoria smiled back at him as she opened the door. “Well, if coffee doesn’t suit your fancy, there’s beer left from when Corbin came to visit earlier this year.”
When they entered her house and Roman closed the door behind them, he took her hand in his. “I’m really not interested in coffee or beer, Victoria. This is what I want.”
The moment Roman lowered his mouth to Victoria’s, she felt her entire body tremble in pleasure. His tongue tangled so intensely with hers, taking possession of her mouth, that she experienced a degree of arousal the likes of which she’d never felt before. She needed this. She wanted this.
Their other kisses had been off the charts, had left her over the moon, but this one was one for the pleasure books. Sensations began racing through all parts of her body and desire was taking over her senses. He deepened the kiss and she followed his lead, while yearnings and cravings were encouraging her to take as much as he was willing to give. It was if they were starved for each other. She felt the kiss in every bone of her body as his tongue continued to stroke every inch of her mouth in a way that had her moaning.
The need to breathe had them ending the kiss and she leaned her face against his chest. Victoria was convinced that the air surrounding them was filled with sexual currents, and one move could set off another charge. She stood there, being held in his arms while trying to get her breathing under control.
She finally lifted her head and met the dark, intense gaze staring down at her. Swallowing deeply, she gripped the front of his shirt as if she needed it for support and whispered, “What is happening to us, Roman?”
He reached out and tenderly caressed the side of her face, then said in a low, husky voice, “We have two more weeks to figure things out, Victoria.”