~Roman~
I reminded myself to take things slowly, to respect her boundaries, as she warned me this morning. It was fucking hard not to touch her, kiss her. I’m not the kind of guy who does the courting thing. There was no need for that in my world. But she has proven that she's different from the women I’ve been with before. And I promised her mom that my intention for her daughter was more than a one-time thing.
She’s a sweet lady, Janet, but there was an underlying threat in her voice when she talked to me before calling Viviana down from her room earlier - more like grilled me in the span of five minutes.
I don’t date. I don’t pick up girls from their homes or bring them flowers because they’re usually crawling around my feet, offering themselves to my disposal. Being ‘me’ has its perks, but most of the time, nobody makes an effort to get to know me beyond my surname.
We walked in silence, headed towards my car. My mind was already listing all the things I would do to get her to say yes to me. To be fair, I haven’t asked her to be my girlfriend. I’m giving her no choice, so it’s only fitting for her to correct me all the fucking time, but that doesn’t mean that I’ll accept rejection with a wide grin on my face.
My heart almost burst with pride when she reached for my hand. I kept it cool, pressing her soft hands in return as if it was a normal gesture until we arrived at my car.
The urge to pull her closer when she set her hands on my shoulder was damn hard to fight, but I’m curious about what she would do. She had never made the first move to touch me, and this was the second time tonight.
At the first contact of her lips against mine, my pulse skyrocketed. Molten desire erupted from my lower region, ready to burn me from inside out. Nothing could prepare me for her, and nothing prepared me for the need that spiraled within me.
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Viviana gasped at my sudden roughness, but I could not wait any longer. Threading my fingers through her auburn hair, I angled her mouth and nipped and bit her full lips.
A soft moan escaped her mouth, reverberating against my lips that had me growling. I pushed her back up against my car. This woman had the ability to prevent my brain from functioning right, completely making me forget where we were when her hands moved to grip the collar of my dress shirt.
She’s overthinking. It seemed like she didn’t know what to do or how to react to my kiss, taking her a moment to loosen up and let go. She wanted me. I saw it in her eyes last night, and I find it fascinating how hard she’s fighting to give in.
My vice grip on her hips was enough to show her I would not let her go just yet. I pressed my body against her frame, letting her know how hard I was because of her. Fighting the need to touch her all night hadn’t been easy. She looked stunning in her dress, and I savored the idea that she dressed up nicely for me. But I want no barrier, skin to skin.
I growled against her lips when she kept denying me entry. I knew it was too soon, but I lost control when she kissed me. Technically, this entire scene is her fault.
The feel of her slender fingers ready to rip my shirt to shreds and her resistance to allow me in was confusing the hell out of me—her body shivers, a clear indication that she’s feeling this pull as well. I let one hand slide up from her hips to the underside of her breast, cupping the swell of her perky tits. She was so soft, and I couldn’t wait to devour her.
She began to respond to my kiss with a breathy moan. Even the sound she’s making was fucking turning me on.
Each slide and caress of her lips to match up to my eagerness only heightened the desire leveling south of my body.
With one hand speared through her hair, the other scaled down her slim waist, sloping down to her perfectly round ass, giving it a not so gentle squeeze. My cock twitched, agreeing to the squeak that left her lips.
God, she feels so good. I want her beneath me, screaming my name, panting.
I cannot take things slowly with her. I realized that now and the small sensual mewls she’s making are not helping me to take control of the situation any longer.
“Viviana…” I mumbled, resting my forehead against hers as we both chased our breaths.
I was never fond of kissing. It’s a means to an end, but no one has ever made me feel this aroused with just a kiss. Hell, this woman caused my irritation at the plantation all afternoon. The mere thought of seeing her again turned me to walking hard-on.
I rubbed myself on her like a canine marking its territory, enjoying the friction of her pressed against my body.
Christ. I’m acting like a hormonal teenager. Since when did rubbing myself - boxer briefs, and jeans-clad - against a fully clothed woman become satisfying?
Silently, I hoped that she’d push me away and tell me to take things slow. Her dilated hazel-green eyes glowed like gems under the streetlight’s yellow glow. She wants me as well. I can feel it, but will she go to the lengths of sleeping with me on our first date?
“Kiss me.” She finally let go of my collar, only to thrust her fingers through my hair.
Her grip on my hair was tightening as if she’d pulled each strand from my scalp. I need to calm down; I want more with her - I reminded myself, but she’s not making it easy for me. Her hands feel so good. Each stroke leaves lines of fire directed towards my raging hard-on. I’ve wondered all night how it would feel to have her hands stroking me or her mile-long legs over my shoulder.
Fuck this.
Suddenly aware of where we were, I let go of her ass and reached for the passenger side, opening the door for her.
She looked puzzled, but still followed and slid into the car.
I moved at lightning speed to get to the driver’s side, slamming the door shut, making Viviana jump on her seat. She turned to face me, bewildered, but when she realized that my sudden movement was just to get her to the safety of my car, she bit her lip and fuck me; I wanted a bite on that lip as well.
Reaching for her, I lifted her from her seat, cradling her on my lap. She weighed like air. I wonder if she’s eating well or if she’s taking care of herself properly. I told Nico to check Viviana’s background, and I learned she works two jobs. One at Sweet Bits and a part-time server at Brío. It’s stupid and impulsive, but I wanted to take care of her, shower her with the luxury she deserved.
When she settled on my lap, I reached for her face and traced her soft skin, tucking her hair behind her ears as my eyes followed my fingers’ path.
“Doll,” I mumbled, allowing my fingers to unearth the path down her neck, settling on her pulse for a second - wild and fast - and back and forth along her collarbone.
“W-what?” she stammered, chewing on her lower lip.
“Muñeca,” I said, cupping her jaw, the pad of my thumb running over her swollen lips. “It means doll.”
“Oh,” she bites down a smile, eyes never leaving my own.
Her lips parted, catching my thumb. My body convulsed with pure carnal desire when her warm tongue swirled around it, giving my lucky finger a gentle suck.
I want that pouty lip somewhere else while she’s on her knees, hands tied behind her back.
“You’re a fucking tease,” I grunted, pulling out my thumb from her mouth. She gave it a nice popping sound.
An animalistic groan erupted from deep within my soul. My need for her reached its peak. It’s becoming painful not to rip off her clothes and take her right here, right now. I pulled her on the hard bulge of my cock with a firm grip. She gasped, getting a clear picture of what was waiting for her if she was willing to continue this night in my place.
Her eyes widened. Desire struck like lightning down my body as she gripped my shoulder, leaning forward to claim my lips.
There was something hot about a woman who knew what she wanted that turned me on beyond comprehension. With Viviana, however, it’s a natural pull that I am operating on. Her lips feel so right against me. The way she fits in my arms, the way she grips my shoulder as she slanted her mouth to deepen the kiss.
I willingly parted my lips for her, and she shyly shoved her tongue inside my mouth. There is an edge to her kiss. She’s undoubtedly not clueless about making out, but it felt as though she’d been working on instinct this whole time.
Whatever she did before me was not my business, but the thought of other men touching her set the possessive caveman within me on a rampage.
My rough hands scaled the lengths of her creamy legs. The black laced skirt she was wearing already rose, bunching around her hips. It wouldn’t hurt to have a feel of her against my fingers, right?
~Roman~ Viviana moaned in a frenzy as I sucked on the tip of her tongue. She squirmed above me when I gripped her creamy thigh with one hand while the other traced the outline of her panties. A thong to be precise, a lacy one. I indulge in this discovery, marking one of the checklists I noted in my head on my crash course, Viviana. I swallowed the gasp she released, pressing my thumb on the fabric of her underwear, growling when I realized that she’d made a mess down there. “Viviana,” I didn’t want to let her lips go, but we were both running out of breath. This was one of those times when I hoped that breathing wasn’t a necessity in life. Her lips tasted of vanilla with a pinch of the wine we had over dinner. She whimpered, eyes fluttering close when I traced the le
~Roman~ I drove over the speed limit, aiming to head straight to my bedroom and take care of the tightening in my jeans. A cold shower, perhaps. But seeing my father’s SUV parked in front of my villa was a somewhat effective way of killing this lust I garnered in my time with Viviana, anger replacing it. When I got home from Nevada, the first thing I did was to overhaul this place - mom’s place, which she left in my care. From locks, wiring, even the walls. I had every runner from the club turn this place over inside out. Having a bug in my home, or worse, having someone watching me in my private hours, is the last thing I wanted. It’s better to be safe than sorry. I got my father’s invitation to a meeting as soon as I set foot in Spain six days ago. There was no rea
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