Roman: A Raleigh Raptor Novel

by Whiskey, Samantha

  She was naked. Wholly, and beautifully naked. Her breasts were heavy and lush, tipped with pale pink nipples that made my mouth water, and her ribs narrowed to the indent of her waist, only to flare to the fullness of her hips. I gripped my towel at the sight of that strip of dark blond hair between her thighs. She gave all new meaning to the word hourglass.

  She wasn’t just gorgeous, she was perfect.

  “Say something,” she whispered, her breasts rising and falling with each quick breath.

  “God. Teagan.” My eyes ran up and down her frame again, memorizing each detail just in case this was the only time I got to see her like this. “You’re stunning.”

  She smiled and came forward, keeping her eyes locked on mine as she reached for the towel in my hands.

  Then her fingers traced the line of the towel at my hips. My abs tightened on reflex, and my swelling cock was no-doubt distorting the material, but I didn’t move. If I so much as lifted a finger, I’d be all over her.

  “I want you,” she said softly, curling one finger between the towel and my skin without looking away.

  Fuck YES. My jaw flexed with the effort it took to keep that thought to myself. “You’re going to have to be really explicit about what it is you want, T, because I’m not about to take this somewhere you’ll regret. You mean too much to me.”

  She glanced down, watching her finger slide from one of my hips to the other. Her touch electrified every one of my nerve endings.

  “I was hoping you might want to take me to bed.”

  My dick jumped, and my hands curled into fists. “Look at me.”

  Her eyes met mine, crystal blue and free of any doubt.

  “We end up in bed together every night, so I’m going to ask you one more time to tell me what you want, T.” I’d sooner cut my dick off than make any assumptions when it came to Teagan.

  She dragged her tongue across her lower lip, and I stifled a groan. With a quick tug of her finger, the towel abandoned my hips and fell to the floor. “I want you to fuck me.”

  Holy shit, I was going to come, and I hadn’t even touched her. Just hearing that word from her mouth was enough to send me higher than I’d ever been.

  “You’re sure?” I could feel my control unraveling, like there was a nuclear countdown in my head, warning me that I was nearly past the point of no return. There was no asking why. No questioning her motives. If she wanted me, that was good enough for my reasoning, because logic had checked out the second she’d dropped the robe.

  Ten.

  “I’m sure.” Her eyes drifted down my body, her breath quickening at each spot her gaze lingered. “Can I touch you?”

  Nine.

  “You can do whatever you want with me.” I meant it. My body was hers to do as she wished—everything or nothing at all. The woman could take a tattoo gun to my skin for all I cared.

  Eight.

  Her fingers trailed along the sides of my abs, headed for my hips. Seven. “I always loved these. It’s like you were carved with a chisel.”

  Six.

  “Wow.” Her eyes flared as she stared at my cock, hard and insistent as it rose between us.

  Five.

  She grasped it lightly, curling her fingers around my length and squeezing softly.

  Four.

  Pleasure rocketed through my system like a tidal wave.

  Threetwoone.

  “Teagan,” I groaned, tunneling my hands through the damp strands of her hair and bringing her face to mine. I kissed her hard, sliding my tongue into her mouth and rubbing it against hers.

  She melted into the kiss, releasing my aching cock and winding her arms around my neck.

  I kissed her until we were both drunk on it, arching into each other to get closer. Then I filled my hands with her naked ass and lifted her without breaking our kiss. She gasped in surprise, but only kissed me back harder as I carried her to my bed.

  Four months. I’d had her in this bed almost every night for the last four months dreaming of this very thing, and now I had her. Maybe it was only for tonight. I wasn’t about to question it. I was going to make the most of every second that I had her here.

  I laid her out on top of my comforter, and she quickly reached for the light as I slid over her, settling between her thighs and bracing my weight on an elbow so I didn’t crush her.

  “What are you doing?” I grasped her wrist carefully and brought it to my mouth so I could press a kiss against the delicate skin.

  Her flush deepened.

  I grinned. “Oh no. You were bold enough to drop that robe.”

  “I just…” she looked away.

  “You are gorgeous, T. There’s not a part of you that doesn’t turn me on, if you can’t tell.” I rolled my hips, sliding my erection against the soft skin of her inner thigh.

  “I can tell.” Her voice went all breathless.

  “Good. You have no idea how many times I’ve fantasized about this moment, and trust me, none of those fantasies included the lights being off.” I titled my head. “Okay, maybe one or two did, but this isn’t a movie theater or the backseat of my first car. This is happening with the lights on so I can see every single inch of this incredible body as you come undone.”

  Her breath left in a rush.

  “Unless you find something about me unappealing?” I arched a brow. There was always the chance that I really didn’t do it for her. Maybe she really was into the frat-guy look.

  “You?” She shook her head, then ran her hands along my shoulders. “You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.”

  My heart rate jumped at the praise. “Then we’re even because I’ve never seen a more perfect woman.”

  She scoffed.

  “Your eyes kill me,” I admitted. “Pretty sure you could break me with those baby blues, alone.”

  Her lips parted, so I headed there next.

  “These lips fuel my dreams.” I lowered my head and skimmed her mouth with mine. “I’ve thought about that kiss on the deck every minute of every day since it happened.”

  “Even during a game?” she teased, then nipped my lower lip with her teeth.

  “Why do you think I missed that hand-off against Chicago?” I grinned.

  She laughed and ran her fingers through my hair.

  I kissed the spot beneath her ear, and she shivered. “I love this neck.” Kiss by kiss, I moved down the smooth column, pausing to suck on the patches that made her squirm. Her hips moved beneath me, and she moaned when I bit gently where her neck met her shoulder.

  “Roman.” She sighed.

  “I fucking love hearing you say my name like that.” I reminded my dick to settle the fuck down and went back to worshipping Teagan. “God, T, your breasts are phenomenal.”

  She arched her back, bringing them closer, and I pounced, drawing one nipple into my mouth and laving it with my tongue while shaping the other with my hand. These had starred in my fantasies.

  I nibbled and sucked, then flicked my tongue across the stiffened peak as she cried out, her fingernails raking my scalp as she held me to her. Then I made sure the other breast didn’t feel left out. By the time I’d thoroughly aroused each breast, Teagan was writhing under me. I noted everything she liked, then did it again and again as I explored her body, reveling in the realization that she was in my arms.

  I kissed every inch of her belly and flexed my hands on her generous hips as I made my way down. “You’re soft everywhere I’m hard.”

  “You’re hard everywhere,” she argued.

  “See? Perfectly matched.” I pressed a kiss just above that strip of darker blond hair.

  She sucked in a breath.

  “These fit right in my hands,” I said as I gripped the top of her thighs. “And they’re so damned perfect. Smooth and supple.” My eyes locked with hers as I spread them wider to make room for my shoulders.

  Her breath hitched as I exposed her center.

  Then I looked my fill, feeling my blood heat to a boil.


  Fuck me, I wasn’t going to make it. She was so pink. So wet that she glistened. So. Fucking. Mine. All mine.

  I meant to tease her with my fingers, to stroke her slowly and build her orgasm like a fucking masterpiece. Instead, I lost all control, and French kissed her pussy with deep thrusts of my tongue, spearing into her like a starving man.

  “Ro…Roman!” she cried, her hands fisting in my hair.

  I couldn’t get enough of the sweet, tangy taste of her on my tongue, of the little contractions of her muscles that came with every stroke. She was going to squeeze my cock so fucking tight that I almost lost it right there.

  What the hell was I? Fifteen?

  She rocked against my face, and I pinned her hips with my hands so she couldn’t take what she wanted so easily. I wanted this to build for her, wanted it to blow every other orgasm out of the water. Wanted to wipe away the memory of every other man with my lips and tongue so that I was the only one she thought of.

  “God! Roman!” Tremors shook her thighs, and I knew she was close.

  Fuck it, I’d build her a slower, deeper orgasm next time.

  I licked from the opening of her pussy to her clit, and her breath stuttered. “You taste like summer honey, all thick and sweet,” I said against her swollen flesh, making her squirm with the vibrations, but not quite getting her here.

  “Holy shit, Roman. Your tongue,” she moaned.

  “This tongue?” I flicked it across her clit.

  “Yes!”

  I flicked again and again, and when her thighs stopped trembling and locked, I sucked her gently between my teeth and stabbed at the little bud with enough pressure to send her over.

  She screamed my name as she came, her body arching beneath me in waves, and the sound and sight of it was everything I’d ever imagined and more.

  I rose over her, kissing her gently as she came down.

  “What the hell was that?” she asked, her breathing harsh as she looked up at me with orgasm-glazed eyes.

  She’d never looked more beautiful.

  “That was me rushing about twelve years of daydreams.” A light sheen of sweat broke through my pores at the effort it took to stay right where I was and not pound into her like a wild man.

  “That was rushing?” She blinked rapidly and cupped my face.

  I nodded. My cock throbbed in time with my heartbeat, so hard that I thought I actually might die if she called this off. It would be okay, though. I’d go to my grave a happy man. “Want to see the slow version?”

  She smiled, and my heart stopped. “Next time.”

  Next time. I was going to get to do this again. Fuck, I’d wanted her for so long and in so many ways that I couldn’t even prioritize them. I wanted to take her slow and deep as I looked in her eyes. I wanted to see her ass in my hands as I took her from behind. I wanted to suck on her nipples as she rode me. I wanted it all.

  She rolled her hips, fitting the head of my cock to her wet entrance with such ease that it felt only natural to be poised there.

  “Condom,” I growled.

  She licked her lips. “I’m clean. I was at the doctor a couple weeks—”

  “I trust you.” I cut her off. It wasn’t like I could get her pregnant, and fuck she felt so goddamned good that it was all I could do to not push inside. “I’m clean, and there hasn’t been anyone since…” Shit, I couldn’t even remember the last woman I’d taken to bed. “Since before you moved in.”

  That was pretty much how I delineated all my time now. Before Teagan showed up that night and after.

  “I trust you,” she whispered, rocking slightly and taking me inside that first, tight inch.

  “Fuck.” I gritted my teeth. “Teagan. Honey, are you sure?”

  “Do I feel sure?” She kissed me.

  “You feel slick and tight and so fucking hot.” I rested my forehead against hers.

  “You want me?” Her thighs moved restlessly against the sides of my hips as she swirled hers in a teasing little circle.

  I was going to die. “I want you more than I want to breathe.”

  “Then yes, Roman, I’m sure.” She kissed me long and deep.

  I flexed my hips and sank into her slowly, savoring every single inch as I took her. She gasped, and I lifted my head, watching her carefully to make sure I didn’t hurt her as I pushed in—and in.

  “Oh my God,” she moaned, her eyes fluttering shut.

  “Look at me,” I demanded.

  She immediately did.

  I withdrew slightly, then thrust hard, giving her everything I had until I bottomed out, surrounded by a molten fist of pure heaven.

  “You feel so fucking good,” I managed between gritted teeth. It wasn’t just that she was the only woman I’d taken bareback—it was Teagan.

  She whimpered in reply, rocking her hips and digging her fingernails into my back.

  “Yeah, that’s exactly how I feel, too.” I kissed her as I started to move, taking her in slow, deep thrusts that I felt in every molecule in my body.

  She felt better than sin, better than any fantasy or daydream.

  I never wanted this to end. I wanted to live in this moment with Teagan beneath me—her body surrounding mine, her moans in my ear, her nails in my skin. I wanted her to brand me, to claim me in the same way I was desperate to do to her.

  Her cries pitched higher and higher as we came together time and again. Our kisses grew sloppy until we gave up and focused on breathing. She wrapped her legs around my hips, and then her body drew tight around me, her muscles locking.

  “Shit…oh my…Roman.” Her eyes flew wide. “I think…” Her breath caught.

  “I’ll give it to you slow next time,” I promised with an attempt at a smile. Then I adjusted my weight and reached between our bodies so I could stroke her swollen clit with my thumb.

  Our breaths came in time with my thrusts, both of our bodies straining toward the other. I felt my orgasm gather at the base of my spine, coiling tight, preparing to boil over, and I held it off until I felt the first tremors of hers flutter around my cock.

  “Roman!” She screamed, coming in wave after wave as I rode her deep, stroking every aftershock from her body—making sure I’d wrung out every ounce of pleasure I could for her.

  As she eased, I unleashed, my hips swinging faster and harder, the sight of her in the throes of her orgasm bringing mine to the surface in a roar.

  I called her name as I let go, surrendering to the most powerful orgasm of my life, drowning my every thought with blinding, heart-stopping pleasure.

  I rolled us to the side, and we came down slowly, our breaths eventually evening out in the aftermath. My hands couldn’t stay still. They stroked down her arms, her side, her ass, committing every curve and hollow to memory with gentle caresses as I blatantly stared at her.

  Her eyelashes fluttered, and she hit me with those sated, sleepy eyes. “I’ve never done that twice.”

  My brow puckered. We’d only done it once.

  “Orgasmed,” she whispered, brushing her thumb over my lips. “Never twice in one…” She searched for a word. “…session.”

  A lazy, cocky grin stole over my face. “Want to go for three?”

  Her jaw dropped. “You think I can have another one?”

  My dick was already up on the idea, swelling inside her as I moved my lips across her jaw. “Oh, I know you can have another one. New session starts right now.”

  She gasped when I licked her neck. “New session? You don’t need a little…recovery time?”

  I rocked my hips, stroking deep inside her. “Does it feel like I need recovery time?”

  She moaned.

  “Now, as I was saying, how about we go for three,” I nipped at her earlobe.

  “Total?” She arched her hips.

  “No, honey. Three more.”

  She looked at me like I’d lost my mind, then groaned as I cupped her breast. “Roman,” she whimpered.

  Who the hell needed recovery time
when she said my name like that?

  “Don’t worry. I’ll build these slowly,” I promised.

  I meant to.

  She didn’t let me.

  So we went for four.

  10

  Teagan

  The soft cotton sheets were near abrasive to my oversensitive skin as I tugged them over my breasts and watched Roman walk—his perfect ass completely on display—to his bathroom.

  I heard the shower start a few seconds later, and I fell backward, blowing out a deep breath as I closed my eyes. We’d worked up such a sweat he’d needed another shower despite taking one last night. I needed one, too, but I was perfectly content to lay here forever thankyouverymuch.

  Roman’s tongue, flicking and teasing over my clit, winding me up like a coiled spring.

  His hands, so strong and yet gentle as he’d tilted my head to devour my mouth.

  That hard, warm body, fitting so perfectly against mine that I couldn’t help but crash against it.

  God, the man was a genius in bed. It’s like he knew every spot I had and delighted in exploiting them until I was nothing but a wild, writhing, moaning thing beneath him.

  I bit my bottom lip, my body buzzing, electric. My mind spinning.

  I waited for the awkwardness to sink on my chest. Waited for the crushing oops! to hit me square in the heart.

  I’d slept with Roman Padilla.

  My best friend since preschool.

  I opened one eye, then the other as I searched inwardly for that hint of regret. The fear and crippling doubt.

  I found none.

  I couldn’t think or feel around the sensations storming my body, my soul, and all of them voted a big hell yes to every single thing Roman had done to me last night. God, I could still feel the pleasant soreness between my thighs, and yet just the mere thought of him had me slick and aching for more.

  In fact, the only thing my mind was chiding me on was the fact that we hadn’t done this years ago.

  What would our lives look like then?

  Nope. Not going there. Not now.

  I would not crush this perfect piece of happiness with labels and explanations and doubts.

  Never, not once in my life, had a man taken me to the places Roman had last night. And I knew that had everything to do with our intense connection as much as it had to do with his skills between the sheets.