I pat his hand so he can release me enough to walk, and he does so, reluctantly, but he doesn’t break eye contact with Asher, and Asher doesn’t seem to back down either.Fuck. I don’t want them to fight. I pull on Roman and he moves, not wanting to let me go.
Asher watches us from the same spot he’s been in since I opened the front door. I roll my eyes at the two of them. Ugh, boys. I take Roman’s hand and tug him to the stairwell, hoping that Asher takes the hint and leaves us alone. One more look back at Asher, and Roman’s following me up the stairs.
“When’s Hunter coming?” I ask. I’d assumed they would come together, but Roman rode up on his motorcycle. He must have gotten it back from the shop. He said it was out of action, and that’s why Hunter has been driving him around. But Hunter wasn’t behind him in his Audi.
“Soon. He had something to do.”
Well, that’s not cryptic. Maybe the something he has to do involves Lakeview, and Roman won’t say it out loud.
I can’t believe I only have a few more weeks left with Hunter at Ridgecrest. I feel like I’ve only just come back, and already, he’s leaving, even if it’s just to another school. It just won’t be the same without him. So many people are going to miss him in class and the hallways. Not just me.
I open my new bedroom door and pull on Roman to come in. But he tugs my hand and spins me into his arms. I feel a little dizzy at the sudden movement, but the wicked look on his face has me grinning.
He bends down and kisses me. I reach up but don’t touch him, hoping, with how he’s been lately, that I can touch his face. He takes my hand and wraps it around his neck. My eyes open in surprise. That’s never happened. I break the kiss and take a little step back. Dang, I think I’m dizzy. That’s when I see Asher at the top of the stairs. He has his arms crossed again, and he’s leaning on the wall in a way that forces me to acknowledge his presence there.Ugh, fucker.
He catches my eyes and winks.
I roll my eyes. I know what he’s doing. Getting in both our heads and pushing Roman, who has the shortest temper of my two boyfriend’s. Plus, he knows how to fight. Asher’s just asking to have his ass kicked. Roman gives off a deep grumble in his chest. It’s the only warning Asher’s going to get. I can feel it in the way Roman is so tense. He’s very protective of me. I love it. But I don’t think Asher will love having his ass handed to him.
“Roman, come show me how to beg,” I purr up at him.
His head swings back to me, and his pupils dilate. I smile playfully as I pull on his tee, backing myself into the room. He stumbles in after me, and I hold back a giggle.
Glancing back out into the hallway, his deep voice is low and husky as he says, “Fuck off and leave.”
He kicks the door shut with his foot, the frame rattling with a loud boom, and then it’s just the two of us in the quiet room. I grin up at him. My Viking… he has a bit of a caveman in him too. I love it.
“Is someone a little jealous?” I tease.
His eyes narrow as he dips his head until our noses are touching. His hair is loose and wild, framing our faces like we’re in a secret place. Just the two of us.
“Beg me,” he rasps, his voice deep and needy, and a shiver runs through me.Oh yes. He doesn’t break eye contact; those ocean blue eyes have me wanting to drown in them.
“Begme,” he repeats.
I’ve awakened a monster, andI love it.
“Kiss me.” I lick my lips, not breaking eye contact.
His eyes crinkle at the edges, and I can feel his wicked grin all the way to my core, and it clenches.Fuck.Is it possible to orgasm just from a look? He hasn’t even touched me yet.
He grabs my arms in his big hands and walks me backward without breaking eye contact. The backs of my legs hit the edge of the bed, and he pushes me gently; I fall back onto the soft bedding. I bite my lip to stop myself from telling him how hot this is and ruining the moment. I don’t want this to stop. It’s only just started.
I’ve always wondered what lurks deep inside Roman. He never gives anything away. He’s slowly opened up to me, to Hunter. But I never knew this was in him. He’s all dominant and growly most days, and I’m very happy to play along.
He leans over and pins me to the bedding with my wrists tightly in his grip. I lick my lips again as he studies my face. Although Roman’s expression gives away nothing, I know he won’t hurt me. I trust him completely.
His body hovers just above mine. I want him to feel how wet I am, how needy he’s making me, so I push my hips up to get some friction. I need to be touched. But he moves back a little, and I let out a huff.
His eyes roam my face again, and I give him a sly smirk and a wink. I don’t want to stop. I want him to know I’m all down for this. I need this. I need him.
“Beg me,” he rumbles deeply.
I close my eyes and let out a soft moan. I think it’s very possible to orgasm from just words, so I push him for more. “Kiss me,” I demand, arching into him, but his grip only tightens on my wrists.
He moves swiftly, nipping at my lower lip and growls again, “Beg me, Mila.”
Oh God, I’m so close. My heart is racing as I rub my thighs together. I need him to push me over the edge. I see the hungry look in his eyes, and I know what he wants… what I need.
