Page 46 of Teaching Roman

I watched as he grabbed the back of his shirt. He paused, waiting for my okay, which I gave him with an eager nod. Roman pulled the shirt slowly over his head, aware that he had an audience. Inch by inch he revealed his smooth, toned abs, each one a new reward for me. Reaching for the paper, he settled back onto his heels with a smug smile plastered on his face. I rubbed my hands together, realizing I knew this stuff backwards and forwards. That meant I could take a break tonight. It didn’t hurt that I got to show off for my boyfriend and get him down to his birthday suit.

“The primary difference between furanose and pyranose rings is?”

“Furanose is a six member ring. Pyranose is five,” I said, already wondering if I could talk him out of his jeans next. Two questions in and I would have him down to his drawers.

But Roman shook his head.

“What? Furanose is a cyclized carbohydrate.” I began rattling off a description of its purpose, but he held up a finger.

“That’s probably all true. But furanose is a five member ring.”

I slouched against the wall, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance. It was such a stupid mistake to make, but Roman didn’t seem to mind I that was wrong. He seemed pretty happy about it.

“Gentleman’s choice?” I offered.

“I’m not a gentleman,” he said without missing a beat. “Now take off your shirt.”

Taking a page from his book, I hooked my fingers around the hem of my tank top and drew it over my head as slowly as I could manage. The grin on Roman’s face widened.

“Next,” I prompted.

“Need to get out of that bra?” he asked.

“I need to get you out of those pants.” It was on now. If he thought he could get me naked before he was down to only his dignity, he was mistaken.

“The most widely-used differential stain for bacteria is?” He waited for my answer.

My heart sped up under his patient gaze. After choking on the last answer, I needed to pull myself together and prove to him—and myself—that I was prepared to take this exam. Having recently faced the prospect of not becoming a doctor, I was more determined than ever.

“Gram stain,” I answered confidently.

“Tell the lady what’s she’s won,” he said in his best game show host voice.

“Oh, I hope it’s your pants!” I squealed and clapped like an excited contestant.

“If you’re good, I’ll show you what I hide behind door number one.” Roman jumped to his feet and unbuttoned his pants teasingly slow. My teeth sank into my lip as he pushed them past his hips, revealing gray boxer briefs that did nothing to hide that particular prize. He let them fall to the floor, kicking them off and shooting me a smug smile. How could he be this hot? Curving, defined muscles. A hint of sun lingering on his skin. That sexy mess of black hair that fell into his eyes, and the dusting of it across his chest—just enough to grab onto as I came.

I made a mental note to exhibit a picture of him naked the next time I had to do a presentation on evolution. He was a clear example of survival of the fittest.

“I have an idea,” I purred, dropping to my hands and kneeling before him. “How about we study a little anatomy?”

“Miss Stone,” he said, pretending to be shocked, “it sounds like you’re trying to get out of studying.”

I went along with it, fluttering my eyelashes innocently as I sat back up and unhooked the front closure of my bra. It burst open and I shrugged it off. “These are breasts.” I ran my fingers lightly over them to emphasize the fact. “This is an areola—” my thumbs traced circles around the pink ring and my nipples furled with anticipation—”and these are nipples.”

“That was very…elucidating.” Roman swallowed, shifting a little on his feet as the prize behind door number one became discernibly larger.

“The female breast,” I continued, “was made for sucking.” I reached up and ran my hand down his stomach and over his shaft. “Now this wasn’t, and yet…”

Roman’s head fell back as I tugged down his boxers and took him in my hands. I licked up the length of him and took him in my mouth. He groaned as I sucked, shifting to allow me deeper access and I obliged.

“Christ, Jessica. Do you know what you do to me?” He was practically growling as I continued to suck him off.

Roman placed a warning hand on my hair, but I ignored it, growing more excited as he released. He dropped to his knees, and I was pleased to see his eyes blazing. “My turn.”

His hands circled my wrists and pinned them over my head as he dipped down to kiss my neck. This was quickly becoming the best study session ever. He pressed against me, urging my body to the floor as he continued his descent toward my own prize package. Lingering at my belly button, he blew softly across my skin, sending ripples of desire bubbling through me. But he didn’t stop there. Still holding my wrists together with one hand, the other hooked the band of my panties and ripped them off. I was ready to buy a vowel: oooooo. His tongue licked across my bikini line and my hips bucked against his mouth.

He clicked his tongue. “Patience.”