Page 91 of Valentine’s Billionaire Auction

“Bed,” he said.

Roman took my hand and led me back into the bedroom. Once by the bed, he pulled me close and kissed me, his hands roaming over my towel-clad body.

I felt a thrill of anticipation as he slowly unwrapped the towel, exposing my skin to his hungry eyes. His touch was electrifying, setting every nerve ending on fire. I reached for the knot of his own towel, eager to feel his bare skin against mine.

Roman watched me intently as I slowly pulled the towel from his waist, my gaze roaming over his sculpted physique. He was absolutely breathtaking. I let the towel fall to the floor and stepped closer.

He pulled me flush against him, his hands sliding down to grip my hips. I could feel his arousal pressing against me. He stepped back and rolled on the condom.

I was about to crawl on the bed when he stopped me. Without a word, he turned me to face the bed and gently placed his hand on my back.

I got the message. I bent forward, my hands on the bed. I looked over my shoulder at Roman, my heart pounding with anticipation. He moved up behind me, his strong hands gripping my hips. I shivered as he pressed against me, the tip of his arousal teasing my entrance.

Slowly, he pushed inside, filling me inch by delicious inch. I let out a soft gasp at the feeling of him stretching me. Roman paused, allowing me to adjust to his size before he began to move. His thrusts were deep and powerful, driving me higher and higher with each one.

I dropped my face to the bed, giving him deeper access. I cried out, the sound muffled by the bedding as Roman’s hips slammed against mine. The pleasure was almost too much, like a livewire running through my veins. He set a relentless pace, his fingers digging into my hips as he pounded into me.

My toes curled as I gripped the sheets, my body trembling. Roman leaned over, his chest pressing against my back as his thrusts grew more erratic. His breath was hot against my neck.

“Kaira,” he growled, his voice rough with need. “You’re so fucking hot.”

Roman’s grip on my hips tightened as he drove into me with desperate, pounding thrusts. My body trembled with the force of his movements, the pleasure bordering on overpowering. I had to push back to keep from collapsing completely onto the bed.

One of his hands released my hip and went to my hair. He pulled just hard enough to feel good.

I gasped at the sensation, my body arching back into him. Roman’s pace grew even more frantic, his fingers tightening in my hair. The new angle sent electric shockwaves of pleasure through me. I was so close, teetering on the edge.

“Roman,” I cried out, my voice ragged. “Please.”

He growled something unintelligible, his hips snapping against mine with bruising force. The coil of tension within me finally snapped. I shattered, crying out his name as the orgasm ripped through me.

With a low groan, Roman stilled, his hips grinding against mine as he found his release. My body clenched around him as waves of euphoria crashed through me.

He collapsed onto the bed face first. I turned to look at him. He offered a half-grin. “Damn,” he said.

I waited for him to tell me goodnight. To kick me out of his bed and his room.

But he didn’t.

He stood up and to my shock, slapped my ass. I shrieked and hopped up.

“Pull the blankets back, I need to throw this away,” he said referring to the condom.

Was he inviting me to stay or was he asking me to turn down his bed for him?

I pulled back the blankets and adjusted his pillows. He came back into the room and stood beside the bed. “This is my side. You take the other.”

And I had my answer.

I stared at Roman, surprised by his invitation to stick around. After last time, I expected him to quickly usher me out, or at the very least, keep a respectful distance. But here he was, casually gesturing to the other side of the mattress as if this was a normal, everyday occurrence.

“Are you sure?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Roman arched an eyebrow. “Do I look unsure?”

“No.”

He climbed into bed and looked at me expectantly. I followed, keeping my distance just in case.