---------- Twenty Minutes Later
Kirsten and I had stayed in the kitchen for twenty more minutes after we had both shooed Roman from the room and managed to clean up after ourselves and the disastrous ss the man had made while trying to help.
"I guess it is kind of relieving to know Roman isn’t good at everything he does," Kristen told jokingly as she nudged in the ribs.
"I can still hear you," Roman said loudly from the living room where he had gone to retrieve sothing, "And I don’t appreciate the slander in front of Hannah."
"So can I slander you when she’s not here?" Kristen asked as we both watched Roman co back into the room while adjusting his earring.
Roman moved to stand behind for a mont and gave a quick kiss on my forehead. "Of course. Just don’t make look bad in front of my girl."
I blushed at the statent. Despite being together for as long as we had and having gone through all that we did, Roman still made feel like a blushing teenager all over again with everything he did and said.
"You two are going to give cavities," Kirsten said as she scrunched up her nose at the two of us.
I only stuck my tongue at her as Roman squeezed my shoulder lightly and kissed my cheek.
Roman moved away from , much to my dismay, and went to gather himself a glass of water. When I turned around, the two of us shared a long look as he looked down at from the water he drank and leaned back against the countertop.
I, at that mont, was suddenly overco with such an overwhelming feeling of love for the man in front of . It was like I was suddenly seeing him in a new light.
Sure, I had always felt attracted to Roman, and sure, those feelings had developed into sothing greater over ti as I spent more and more days with him. But looking at him now, I was overco with sothing greater.
I only shook my head at Roman when he raised a questioning eyebrow at and tilted his head. I couldn’t look away from his smiling face or bring myself to voice the reason for my staring. I only hoped he could see the admiration I held for him in my eyes.
Roman’s eyes flickered to the other woman in the room, Kristen, and then back to .
"Okay, well," Kristen said from beside , but I barely heard her, "if you two won’t stop making puppy dog eyes at each other, I’m going to sleep."
Before either of us could object, not that we wanted to, Kristen was walking in the middle of us with a hand in the air as she waved goodnight.
When she was gone, the staring contest between the two of us only prolonged for a mont longer before Roman knocked himself from the counter and ca toward .
I felt his large, warm hands on my hips and the way his hot breath tickled my neck as he leaned down and whispered in my ear.
"If you don’t stop looking at like that," Roman spoke roughly into my ear, sowhat out of breath despite not having done anything, "I won’t be responsible for what happens next."
Spurred on by the reaction I got out of him with only a look, I bit my lip and pushed myself up. I leaned against his chest for support and felt the hard muscles beneath my hands flex at the touch.
"If you won’t take responsibility," I purred into his ear, "shall I?"
With a slight growl and a shaky breath, I squealed as Roman lifted by my hips in one smooth motion and placed on the counter. He ca to stand in between my legs and grabbed the back of my hair before slamming his lips to mine.
It was a long, long overdue kiss. The entire days’ worth of pent-up frustration and longing look was poured out of him and and t each other where our bodies touched. I gasped when he pulled back on my hair, both from pleasure and shock as electricity shot down my spine.
Leaning down, he deepened the kiss. I was suddenly aware of where we were.
"Roman," I whispered into his ear as he trailed kisses down my neck, "Roman, this is the kitchen."
His head ca out from the crevice of my neck, and I got a good look at his face. He was thoroughly dazed and definitely not at all in the right state of mind to be thinking about anything except where his hands were going and where he put his mouth.
I let out a giggle as I stared at his blue eyes and tugged his brown hair back a bit. Planting one soft, lingering kiss on his lips I dragged him out of the kitchen and toward our bedroom.
Once we were inside, and the door was locked, it seed Roman had regained his sense of consciousness. He picked up and threw on the bed. I laughed loudly as he peppered my face with kisses from my forehead to my chin.
"That tickles," I scrunched up my nose as he placed butterfly kisses on my eyelids and nose.
When Roman pulled back, I opened my eyes to see him clearly, I was astounded by the look he held in them. If I had to compare it to anything, it seed like the exact kind of look I felt when I was staring at him earlier.
"I love you," I told him as I caressed his face. "You were so good with Kristen in the kitchen. You handled it so well."
Roman humd at the praise as he closed his eyes and leaned into the hand I stroked against his cheek.
"Despite how turbulent it is sotis, I love the little family we have found together Roman. I love you." I then lightly whispered, "You’ll make a greater father soday."
That statent made his eyes shoot open wide. He looked down at with a different lingering expression now. His eyes weren’t cloudy like before, but it looked like he was looking at as though I had said sothing wonderful.
"Tell ," he ordered as he leaned down and reached beneath my shirt.
"Tell you what?" I let out a gasp as he groped my breasts and suckled on the skin of my neck.
"Tell how good of a father I will be."
My eyes widened at his request. Sothing shot through , down my throat and through my stomach, settling at my core. It was sothing so inherent—so primal. I couldn’t help but let out a shaky breath as I complied with every request this man gave .
"You’d be so good," I murmured in his ear, "Take care of your children so well... You’d be so doting to your little daughters." I continued the praise as he grabbed and squeezed at my body, finally trailing his large hand from my breast and settling it on my stomach.
"Will you give daughters?" A particularly needy gasp escaped as he bit down onto my neck.
"Hm." It was all I could think to say. Words escaped with the way he began to peel off my clothes. My legs began to feel weak at the administrations he did on my body.
"Daughters and sons, however..." A gasp escaped my mouth. "However many you want..." I panted as he lifted my legs and hooked them around his hips. "Just tell ... Tell , and it’s yours."
He humd in an appreciative manner at my words and then a chuckle escaped him. "You think I’d look good covered in baby spit."
A face of disgust quickly morphed on my face. I pulled my head back to stare at him. "Don’t ruin the mood."
Using so montum I gathered as I lifted myself, I flipped us over so he was lying beneath . A gasp escaped both of us when I tightened my thighs around his body and grinded hard against the length of him.
An agitated sigh left as I felt the barrier of his pants. Wanting more, I helped him out of his clothes. He tore mine off in turn. I ran my tongue up his firm stomach and chest, licking and sucking as I went before my mouth reached his.
I kept my eyes glued to his blue ones. The contact was intimate and vulnerable as I sunk onto his length. The sigh that left both of us then was pure pleasure. An unimaginable wave of relief left as he gripped my hips and held there.
I placed my hand on his chest to steady myself. One of his large hands ca to grip my hand where it sat. He began moving. Pleasure-filled gasps left as we spent the night in each other’s embrace.
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