Roman (Raleigh Raptors #2) - Samantha Whiskey Page 0,44

the other as I searched inwardly for that hint of regret. The fear and crippling doubt.

I found none.

I couldn’t think or feel around the sensations storming my body, my soul, and all of them voted a big hell yes to every single thing Roman had done to me last night. God, I could still feel the pleasant soreness between my thighs, and yet just the mere thought of him had me slick and aching for more.

In fact, the only thing my mind was chiding me on was the fact that we hadn’t done this years ago.

What would our lives look like then?

Nope. Not going there. Not now.

I would not crush this perfect piece of happiness with labels and explanations and doubts.

Never, not once in my life, had a man taken me to the places Roman had last night. And I knew that had everything to do with our intense connection as much as it had to do with his skills between the sheets.

And great-god-of-orgasms he had skills.

I grazed my hands over my still-sensitive flesh, almost feeling the spots he’d touched me like he’d left a permanent brand.

For the past three years, I’d felt like my sexuality was a service. A duty. A chore. Something I did for fear of punishment or reprimand. And with my figure? I was lucky Rick had loved me. It was a privilege to be loved the way he’d loved me.

Anger bubbled at the lies he’d shoved down my throat for years. At the constant, daily jabs that I hadn’t been smart enough to see what they were doing to me. To my confidence. To my soul.

Roman had spent days, months, hours trying to chase away the darkness that splattered over my soul like blots of ink.

And I needed to show him how much he meant to me.

A white-hot thrill raced down my spine at the thought, and before I could get in my own way, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and padded barefoot to the shower.

The warmth from the steam clouding the room hit my bare skin, and my lips parted on a gasp at the sight of Roman beneath the running water.

His back muscles rippled as he lathered his hair, his smooth dark skin tight and dripping wet. God, just the sight of him made me wet.

I swallowed any apprehension threatening to creep up and yank my ass back to bed and reached for the glass door. I stepped inside, shutting it behind me, the shower big enough for me not to brush against him upon entry.

Roman turned around at the sound of the door closing, his eyes hooded as he looked me over, a hungry sort of need churning there. Right behind that need, there was something else, something deeper, something more. And from the way my heart expanded to fill my chest so much I could barely breathe around it, I was certain that look reflected in my eyes, too.

I reached for him, lightly trailing my fingertips over his chest, relishing the hard feel of his muscles.

“How are you this perfect?” I whispered, taking my time to explore his body under the stream of hot water.

Roman slid his fingers over my hips, gently pulling me to him, soaking us both as he brought our bodies flush. “You’re perfection, Teagan,” he said, his voice raspy. He grabbed my ass with both hands, jerking me tighter against him. “Fucking, delectable.”

Warm shivers danced in my core at the feel of all his hard edges against my softer ones. I walked my fingers up his chest before sliding them around his neck, rising on my tiptoes so I could brush a light kiss over his lips. A tease, one that probably hurt me more than him with the way I ached.

But I was in no rush.

Quite possibly because I never wanted this moment to end.

Never wanted to lose this absolutely incredible feeling.

Happiness. Desire. Need.

They all swirled inside me until I was a coiled spring of want.

I grazed his bottom lip with my tongue, and he opened for me, letting me take what I wanted and giving me everything I needed in return. His fingers tunneled through my wet hair, tilting my head so he could kiss me at a deeper angle, his tongue doing everything to fill my head with that delightful buzz no drink or drug could ever compare to.

I jerked my lips back, sucking in a sharp breath as I locked eyes with him as the realization of that