Page 33 of Precious Legacy
“I don’t mind the sucking,” he whispers seductively.
“Roman,” I sigh, pulling his hand away. I gather the strength to say what I need to. I might suck at apologies, but I need to clear the air with him before this gets out of hand. “What happened last week can’t happen again.”
“Agreed,” he answers resolutely, surprising me.
“I… wait… what?” I push out of his lap, standing to my full height so I can gain just enough room to breathe. Relief and confusion blend together in a dizzying concoction. I wasn’t expecting Roman to agree with me, but now that he has, I don’t know what else to say. “I… I don’t understand.”
He stalks towards me with purpose and I back away slightly, not realizing how close I am to the wall. Suddenly, his arms cage me in, and that sense of suffocation returns in full force. I could easily fight my way out of this situation. If last week is anythingto go by, Roman knows I won’t pull punches. Yet he doesn’t seem to care.
“I told you before, Presh. I’m done fighting.” His glare is like cement, holding me captive. I’m drowning in the intensity because something dark hides behind those blue irises.
“So that’s it?” I murmur. “We’re done?”
A chuckle bubbles from Roman’s chest, his hot breath skating past my cheek as he leans forward and nips my earlobe. I shudder beneath him, my pussy coming to life again. “We’re far from done, Presh. You’re just gonna have to learn thatthis,” he gestures between us, “is inevitable.”
I frown, still not sure what he’s implying because I’m pretty sure I just said we’re not doing this.
“No,” I say, shaking my head. “We’re not going back there. We’re not fucking, we’re not hanging out. We’re not?—”
Roman’s lips crash onto mine before I can even think of how I was supposed to finish that sentence. One hand slides around my neck, pinning me to the wall while he presses himself against me.
A gasp escapes me, and before I know it, I’m moaning into Roman’s mouth, desperate for one more slide of his lips on mine, one more swipe of his tongue against my own. I’m dizzy with desire, thirsty for the one thing only Roman can quench. His hands roam my body like they’re committing every curve to memory; like one week was too long to be apart.
When we finally separate, I can’t breathe. My chest heaves and I can’t seem to get my thoughts under control. All I can manage is, “No.”
“You’re mine, Presh.”
“No.”
“It’s you and me. Always has been.”
“No!” I keep repeating the word like it’ll somehow punch Roman in the face. Sadly, it doesn’t, and I have to force my whispered protest. “We can’t. We’re toxic. We’re messy.”
Reaching up, Roman pushes a strand of hair from my face. His expression is light, relaxed and uncaring. Whatever I have to say, he douses it with an effortless smile. “That’s us, baby.”
“I don’t wantus.”
“Really?” he muses.
“Roman—” I gasp when I feel his fingers trail up my thigh.
“Tell me, Precious. Tell me you don’t want me, that you don’t want this. Tell me you don’t think about me and what I can do to this cunt.” He cups me gently, one finger rubbing over my throbbing pussy. “Tell me you hate me. It doesn’t matter because we both know every single word you say will be a lie right now.”
“I don’t…” Heat crawls up my spine and rises to my cheeks, betraying my words.
Roman’s thumb strokes my cheek, his gaze following the motion. “Oh, Lani,” he tuts. “Your blush gives you away.”
All I can think about is him and how well he knows my body. I hate how right he is, too. I can’t deny any of those things, yet I can’t find the words to fight back. I was so resolute in my decision, so determined to set the boundaries between Roman and I.
But one look at him has me melting.
“You don’t need to pretend anymore,” he says huskily. “You want me just as much as I want you.”
“Who says I’m pretending,” I challenge breathlessly.
Roman arches a brow, contending with my own fierceness. “Like you really need me to prove you wrong?”
“Fine,” I huff, folding my arms. I don’t know what I’m resigning to, but it’s too late to question it because the door tothe room swings open and Haven’s flustered face stares back at us.
