Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 197(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 197(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
“I want everyone to know that I’m yours just like you’re mine.” God, I was just spitting this all out right here and now. I was embarrassed for saying this out loud, felt silly because we hadn’t been together for very long, hardly any time at all, but I felt like we were supposed to be together. “Roman, say something,” I whispered.
He didn’t say anything but instead reached up and cupped the side of my neck. He stared at me, looked in my eyes, and I felt like he could see right into me, know how I was feeling as if he were feeling it himself.
“I have wanted to make you mine since the moment I saw you, and having to wait two years to finally claim you, to know that I can have you in the way I want you has been really damn hard. So, the fact you want to tell people makes my fucking day.” He kissed me before I could say anything in response. But the truth was I probably wouldn’t have been able to form a coherent word anyway.
“And if our family doesn’t like us being together?”
“I love my parents, and I love my aunt, but I love you more.”
His words had my heart racing.
“So, if they don’t want us to be together … fuck em’. I’m not letting you go.”
I closed my eyes and smiled. I didn’t want to lose our family’s respect, or them in general, but this was my life, our life, and I wasn’t going to give that up now that I had Roman.
He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and I leaned against him, resting my head on his shoulder. For long moments we didn’t speak, but nothing needed to be said. Roman holding me, us being together finally, was perfection. I felt so sappy where Roman was concerned, but I was happy, and because of that I didn’t care if my feelings did seem overly intense.
The longer he held me, the more I felt the heat in my body rise. It seemed that where Roman was concerned there was no filter. The way he moved his thumb along my shoulder had all kinds of tingles moving through me. By nature, I was reserved, quiet and shy, and I kept to myself. I preferred being at home over going out, but I was finding that now that I wasn’t hiding how I felt for Roman anymore, it was like everything exploded inside of me. I felt like I was blooming.
I was the flower.
Roman was the sun.
I found myself feeling bold as I moved back and looked at him. He had his focus on me, his smile making me feel like I was the only girl in the world for him.
“You are,” he whispered, and I realized I’d said those words out loud.
And then I reached down and found my fingers by his zipper.
“Kennedy, baby, what are you doing?” Roman sounded nervous, straightened in the chair, and I watched as he gripped the armrest, curling his fingers around it.
I felt myself grin, this rush of adrenaline pumping through me. I glanced up at him, saw that he was looking around. I held a lot of power, I realized. I’d never seen Roman unsure, but right now, as I unzipped his jeans, reached in the fly and pulled out his hardening cock, I could feel the power move through me.
“I’m taking control.” I said those words softly and stroked my hand up and down his length, from base to tip, feeling wetness coat the crown. He was breathing harder, his knuckles white from how tightly he was gripping that armrest.
I moved my thumb over the tip, the slickness startling me, his growl filling my head. I looked around, the back row empty, and only a few people sitting in the front.
I had to get him into my mouth.
He inhaled sharply as I tightened my hold on the base of his shaft. I felt his hand on the back of my head, his fingers tangling in the strands. I engulfed as much of him as I could and hummed around his girth softly, trying to be quiet and praying nobody found out the dirty things we were doing back here.
I’d be mortified if we were caught, but in the back of my head, a darker, sexier side of me was thrilled about what I was doing to Roman.
I started bobbing my head, taking him deeper, running my tongue on the underside of the length, tasting the salty flavor of him. He had his fingers wound tight in my hair, pain and pleasure mixing as one. And then the lights dimmed in the theater. He moaned louder, but the music from the screen drowned it out. I really started to suck him off then and reached down to cup his balls.