Page 47 of Teaching Roman

“Good girls are patient,” I whimpered.

“Aren’t you good?” he asked, sending warm breath tickling along the swollen nerves between my legs.

“I used to be. I wanted to be teacher’s pet.”

“And you are,” he promised.

A finger traced down my sensitive region and I shuddered at the contact, aching for more. “No, I’m definitely not. I’m a bad apple.”

Roman released my hands and pressed my legs open wider and settled between them, grinning. “If that’s true, I want a taste.”

“Careful,” I warned him, my breath coming faster, “I bite back.”

“I’m counting on it.” Then his mouth closed over my clit, sucking hungrily as pleasure trembled through me. I was so close, brought to the edge by the innuendo and naughty games, but I clung to the brink, wanting to savor it as long as possible. But even as I did, my muscles contracted, my body tightening as he licked and nibbled. I arched into the air, fighting to be closer to him, desperate for this moment to never end and desperate for my climax. Roman pushed a finger inside me and I lost control, spiraling outward as I shattered against his tireless tongue.

My legs clamped in warning against his head, and he shook free of their vice grip with a laugh, planting a swift kiss down there before he crawled up to take me in his arms. His skin brushed mine, sending sparks shooting along my nerves. I already wanted him again. Reigning in my nympho, I cuddled against his chest.

“Do you…” I let my question trail away, suddenly embarrassed to admit my inexperience to him.

“What, mi bella?” he asked, searching my face, his deep brown eyes content but interested.

“Do you think sex is like this for most people?” I forced myself to ask the question even though I had to look away first.

“No,” he said. I knew he was smiling. “If it was, the world would fall to ruin because no one would ever leave their beds.”

“I didn’t think so,” I admitted. “It’s never been like this…for me.”

“It hasn’t for me either.” If he felt embarrassed confessing that, it didn’t show. There was no vulnerability in his words. None showed on his face. In fact, he looked somehow more certain saying it, as though he found comfort in the fact.

Part of me understood that. Sex had always been an expectation. A relationship milestone. It wasn’t that I didn’t enjoy sex before I met Roman. I did. But there was something more to sex with Roman—a playfulness that had been absent in my previous sexual encounters. It made it easy to be with him. And it made me want to be with him all the time.

Too bad the rest of the world still expected me to get out of bed every morning. Or back to studying, even on Friday nights.

“We should get back to work,” Roman said as if he could read my mind.

“You are defending a dissertation this week.”

“And you have some important test, right?” He pretended like he’d forgotten. As if anyone who knew me could forget I had my MCATs on Saturday. If all went well, we’d both be celebrating by this time next week. I didn’t want to think about what we’d be doing if we crashed and burned.

“You’re overthinking things.” He rolled over and pinned me to the ground. “You can always retake the test, Jess. But you won’t have to. You are ready for this. Now if I fail my defense, that’s another story.”

I swatted at him, which was difficult with his body smothering mine. I’d read his dissertation and it was genius. “The committee is going to see how brilliant you are and beg to give you a doctorate. No questions asked.”

“I wish it worked that way.” He swept a kiss over my lips. “Should we get back to work?”

“Or round two?” I suggested. “I think it would be beneficial to my understanding of the human male to see all the ways his anatomy can function.”

“Well, anything to help you ace your exams.” And with that we dissolved into one another until we forgot there was an outside world at all.