“You just did a pretty impressive evil genius laugh.” His lips twitched again, the humor in his beautiful eyes clear.
For a long moment she watched him, completely drawn into his gaze. She felt her cheeks heating up. “I did not do an evil genius laugh.”
A dark eyebrow lifted. “You kinda did. And it was hot.”
Her eyes widened at the same time his did. As if he was surprised he’d said it. A spiral of heat swirled through her as she watched him. “You think it was hot?”
He cleared his throat and even though she was just getting to know him, his response told her he might not be big on flirting. Which was fine with her because she sucked at it. She didn’t do coy well. Hell, she sometimes struggled with normal social conversations. Computers were easier to deal with than people and their mixed signals. Feeling awkward when he didn’t say anything else, she slid the laptop onto the bed behind her. “Well, thanks for letting me use your computer.”
Taking her completely by surprise—and that was an understatement—he leaned in close, covering the distance between them, obviously giving her time to pull back. He watched her carefully, his eyes intense as he brushed his lips over hers. As if he was testing the waters.
It was like an electric current jolted through her at the contact. He felt it too. She saw it in his eyes. Refusing to pass up this opportunity, she pressed her lips fully to his, making her intent clear. She didn’t want a weak, barely-there kiss.
Not when this brief contact already had her nipples tightening and heat rushing between her legs. If this was happening, she was getting the real thing. He took over, one of his big hands sliding up to cup the back of her head as his mouth devoured hers. The grip on her head was tight, dominating and had her moaning into his mouth as a shudder rolled through her. He was so different from other men she’d kissed or dated. Not that they were remotely dating, but even her response to him was different. She felt as if he was heating her up from the inside out.
His tongue pressed insistently against the seam of her lips, demanding entrance as his other hand slid up to cradle her cheek. She loved the way he held her in place, as if he thought she might flee.
No way was that happening.
Unable to stop herself, even if she’d wanted to—and she most definitely didn’t—she slid her hands up his bare chest, another shudder rippling through her as her fingers skimmed all those rock-hard surfaces. It was like the man had been created from marble.
As their tongues danced together, Roman withdrew his hands from her head and face. Before she realized what he was doing, he fisted her hips and she found herself straddling his lap. His erection rubbed against her covered mound, the friction still amazing even through the too-big sweatpants he’d let her borrow and his plaid boxer shorts.
He kept his hands on the outside of her clothes, but slid one carefully over her non-injured side, and the other over her hip and down her leg, as if he was memorizing the way she felt.
She lifted up slightly on her knees, rubbing herself over his hard length, loving the sensation of it where she was wet and needy. He groaned into her mouth, his big body shuddering underneath her.
It was as if her entire body was lit up with need and hunger. Sure it had been a while since she’d been with anyone, but she couldn’t ever remember being this turned on by a kiss. Maybe it was the emotional rollercoaster she’d been on the last couple days but she really didn’t think so.
It was because of Roman.
She clutched his shoulders and started to push him back against the bed, but he took over completely, rolling them so that she was under him. Something hard rubbed against her back and it took her a moment to realize it was the laptop.
Making an annoyed growling sound, he grabbed it and shoved it somewhere above their heads on the bed. Rolling her hips into him, she loved the sensation of his erection stroking over her. His weight was heavy and perfect, his masculine scent addictive.
When a low ringing sound penetrated her brain, she wondered what was going on when Roman pulled back from her, breathing hard. He stared down at her as the ringing continued. What was that? His alarm? She blinked, feeling dazed as he cursed and slid off her body. Immediately she mourned the loss of his big body covering hers.
“Better be fucking life and death,” he muttered as he moved to his nightstand.
She sat back up and turned around to see him picking up his cell phone. She’d been so focused on Roman she’d barely been aware of anything else.
“Hey, Hurley,” he said, his voice tight, turning to face her.
Taylor slid off the bed and straightened, wrapping her arms around herself. If the detective was calling this early she didn’t know if that was good or bad. Only able to listen to half of the conversation, she didn’t garner much since Roman responded a lot with one word answers or grunts.