But why did it feel so unbelievably good?
I couldn’t pinpoint when the innocent practice morphed into something far more intimate, but the line was blurring rapidly-and Roman wasn’t making any move to stop it.
It all began with a simple kiss, a mere mock run-through of our fake-date script. Roman leaned in, brushing my hair back with a tenderness that made my heart flutter. “Let’s see if we have chemistry,” he murmured, his voice low and inviting, igniting a spark within me that I couldn’t ignore.
Laughter bubbled up within me even before our lips met again. It struck me as almost absurd; here I was, kissing my best friend.
Roman’s warm hand cradled my cheek, his body hovering just above mine on the bed as he said, “Alright, just to be clear, this is strictly for practice.”
“Mmm-hmm,” I hummed, tilting my chin up, feeling a thrill of anticipation. “Strictly for educational purposes. You know, a science project.”
His lips found mine mid-smirk, soft and tentative at first, as if he were testing the waters. But when he deepened the kiss, all hesitation vanished. My fingers tangled in his hair, tugging just enough to elicit a low groan from him, vibrating against my mouth.
“Fuck, sav,” he breathed, and I felt a spark ignite within me.
Every nerve ending in my body flared to life. It had been weeks since I had felt the warmth of someone else, and the absence of touch had left me yearning. My body reacted instinctively, hungry for more.
Roman leaned in closer, one knee slipping between my legs, his hand pressing possessively against my hip. “Careful,” he murmured against my lips, his voice a low, teasing growl. “I might forget we’re just acting.”
“Then don’t,” I challenged playfully, my heart racing with excitement.
With a swift motion, I grabbed his shoulders and flipped us over, landing him beneath me.
Now, I was on top, straddling him, breathless and flushed, my smile wide and triumphant, like a woman who had every intention of winning this playful battle. Roman gazed up at me, his expression a mix of admiration and mischief, as if I were both a delicious dessert and a thrilling challenge.
“Well damn,” he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Should’ve started with you on top.”
I smirked at him, feeling a rush of confidence. “Of course you’d like that.”
“I do. You look-” he paused, his gaze roaming over me appreciatively, “very pretty up there. Regal. Dangerous.”
“Thanks, bestie,” I laughed, a thrill of warmth spreading through me at his compliment.
“I could get used to this,” he murmured, one hand sliding over the curve of my ass, slow and possessive, sending shivers down my spine.
“Oh, could you?” I teased, leaning down until my lips brushed against his again, the anticipation crackling in the air around us.
But before I could claim another kiss, Roman growled low and flipped me onto my back, pinning me down against the mattress.
“This position’s goated, love,” he whispered in my ear, his voice thick with playful teasing. “Ten outta ten. Would recommend.”
I gasped with laughter and playfully shoved at his chest. “You’re such a menace-“
“Shhh,” he interrupted, capturing my lips once more. His body slotted perfectly between my legs, and instinctively, my legs wrapped around him, welcoming him in. His mouth moved over mine with a delicious heat, slow and tantalizing, while his hand slid beneath the hem of my hoodie, igniting a fire within me.
“Is this still part of the performance?” I murmured against his lips, my breath hitching as excitement coursed through me.
“We’re improvising,” he replied, a teasing glint in his eyes. “I’m a very flexible actor.”
I grinned, shoving at his shoulder playfully. “Let’s see how flexible you are now.”
With a sudden twist, I flipped him back over, reclaiming my position on top. One palm pressed flat against his chest while the other boldly ventured beneath his sweater without warning. He sat up slightly, his lips parted in surprise, his hands landing on my hips as if they were meant to be there.
He didn’t seem the least bit fazed by the shift in power dynamics. In fact, he looked utterly delighted, reveling in every second of my dominance.
“I gotta say again…” he murmured, his gaze lazily sweeping over me, “you look criminally good from this angle. Damn.”
I raised an eyebrow, leaning down until our noses brushed together, the tension between us palpable. “Appreciate the feedback, Mr. Director.”
I wasn’t even thinking anymore; I rolled my hips slowly, almost absentmindedly, feeling the heat build between us. His hands tightened on my hips, and the air around us thickened with unspoken desire.
Now it was Roman’s turn to ask, “Is this still… part of the performance? Because something’s definitely coming alive down there.”
I laughed, the sound light and teasing. “We’re winging it.”
I was definitely winging it-unconsciously grinding against him, subtle and slow. Just enough to make him suck in a breath, just enough to elicit a quiet sigh from my lips. He was already hard beneath me, and my body lit up like a power grid, exhilarated by the thrill of the moment. I didn’t care if it was smart or foolish or somewhere in between; I was lost in the heat of it all.
Then, unexpectedly, footsteps echoed in the hallway.
We both froze, the playful atmosphere shattering like glass.
“Wait-” Roman lifted his head, eyes wide with alarm. “Did you hear-“
I smirked, mischief bubbling to the surface. “Let’s give them a show.”
In one swift motion, I grabbed the hem of his sweater and yanked it over his head. His hands remained firmly gripping my hips, his eyes dark and focused solely on me, a mix of surprise and excitement dancing in his gaze.
A soft knock landed on the door, followed by the creaking sound as it began to open.
I turned, still perched atop a half-naked Roman, expecting my sister’s dramatic gasp to fill the air.
But it wasn’t Chloe.
Lizzie stood in the doorway, her figure silhouetted against the soft glow of the hallway light, clutching a bundle of freshly laundered towels in one hand and a small glass bowl in the other. The sight of her froze me in place, a mix of confusion and amusement washing over me.
Roman blinked, his brow furrowing slightly. “Are those-“
“Goldfish,” I interjected, the absurdity of the situation hitting me like a wave.
“I-I just came to drop off these fresh towels and…uh…” Lizzie stammered, her voice trailing off as she lifted the bag, revealing the small, swirling creatures inside. “Alyssa said these fish need emotional support, and she thinks Roman has a gentle aura.” Her voice wavered on the last word, her eyes darting around the room, taking in the sight of Roman lounging beneath me, his hoodie rumpled and shirtless, a smug grin plastered across his face.
“I’ll just…leave it on the dresser. You guys…carry on. Or not. Or do. Who am I to judge? Goldie says hi.” She rambled, her words tumbling out in a flurry, as if she were trying to escape the awkwardness of the moment.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.