Since I Fell For You(79)

“I won’t ever stop.” His hands tightened on her hips as emotion swamped his face. “I can’t stop. Not with you.”

He rolled them over on the couch so that she was beneath him, his mouth on hers in a deeply emotional kiss, his body taking hers—loving hers—without restraint.

She’d been stunned by how beautiful making love with him had been in his bedroom. Now she was stunned all over again by how raw, how animalistic their passion was.

Once upon a time, she would have been afraid of a love this wild, but now she relished every moment of it. She’d finally met her match in Roman, a man whose depth of desire was as boundless as hers.

Her body should have been replete from their earlier lovemaking, but she was starved for as much of Roman as she could possibly have. She’d never slept with anyone she was in love with. The whole act was so much bigger, so much better—nothing else could possibly compare to the way she felt when she was in Roman’s arms.

Their kisses soon grew so wild that they fell off the couch onto the rug. Neither of them cared. All that mattered was trying to get as close as possible to each other. Every moment of bliss, every second of ecstasy he gave her as she climaxed, she not only took—she gave just as much.

“I had no idea.” She could barely get the words out, as hard as her breath was coming in the aftermath of their fiery-hot lovemaking. Her voice was muffled by his broad shoulder, but she didn’t want him to move away from her anytime soon. Ever, actually, given how much she loved the feel of his heavy weight over her.

Yes, she’d happily stay right here with Roman on his living room rug forever.

“About what?” Obviously not in any rush to move either, Roman’s question rumbled over the top of her head.

“How amazing sex could be.”

Still holding her close, he rolled them so that she was lying on his chest again. “I’m glad you didn’t know. I’m glad I could be the one to show you.”

She hated the flash of jealousy that shot through her. “But you knew?”

He moved a lock of damp hair away from her cheek. “I thought I did. But with you…” His thumb brushed her lower lip as if he couldn’t keep from touching her and she instinctively licked out against him, the same way he had when she’d been wiping chocolate ice cream from his mouth. “You make me want things, Suzanne.”

“You make me want things too,” she said, with a naughty little wiggle of her breasts and hips.

“I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you—but I’m not just talking about sex.” He ran one hand down over her curves as he gathered his thoughts, and she held her breath for whatever he was going to say next. “I’m talking about—”

Horror suddenly took over his face. “I hurt you.” She followed his gaze to her hips. There were red marks where his fingers had gripped her during their lovemaking. “I knew I couldn’t trust myself with you.”

“No.” She put her hands on his jaw and made him look at her. “You took me without holding back. You gave me everything you have. Everything you are.” Her body was still buzzing from how good it had been. How good it felt to be as close to him as she could possibly be. “And I loved it, Roman. You know I did.”

“I should have been more gentle. I haven’t been gentle with you. I haven’t been able to control myself long enough to go slow.”

“Next time you can be gentle, but only if it feels right to go soft and slow. Because if we need to be wild again…” She kissed him, openmouthed this time, and he immediately brought his arms around her waist to drag her close.

She was more than ready to find out what next time had in store for them when her stomach roared between them. And she was beyond ready for him to tell her what other things he wanted from her besides sex.

But instead of going back to that vulnerable place, he said, “You’d better get some clothes on.” He gently ran his hands up her back from her waist before levering them both up from the floor and stepping away from her. “Otherwise, I’m never going to finish making you dinner.”

The only reason she went to grab her last clean T-shirt and underwear from her suitcase was because she could see that he needed more time to wrap his head around what he was feeling. Hopefully by the time dinner was ready, he’d be ready to spill the rest of his feelings to her.

Feeling sated—temporarily, at least—and more than a little overwhelmed by all the delicious sensations still zinging around in her body, instead of trying to help cook again when she was dressed, she gladly sat on a bar stool behind a topped-off glass of red wine. She smiled when she saw the Sullivan Winery label on the bottle of Zinfandel.