Eternal Flame (Eternal Flame #1) (18 page)

Kristen silently watched him, weighing the pros and cons of spending another uneventful, unpredictable night with him. “I’m afraid to be alone with you,” she vulnerably professed to him. “You scare me.”

He looked injured by her words. “You think I would hurt you?”

She shook her head. “That’s not what I mean. This scares me,” she pointed between the two of them. “The way things are between us.”

An unreadable emotion flickered in his eyes. He put his finger to her lips and stroked her bottom lip, his eyes darkening as her breath quickened and her eyes unconsciously narrowed.

“That makes two of us,” he gruffly whispered.

He grabbed her hand and all but dragged her to the door, grabbing her purse along the way. He walked her out of her suite and slammed the door behind them.

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It was raining again. Kristen had an odd feeling of déjà vu as Roman zipped down the busy, crowded Boston streets in his monster machine, darting in and out of traffic, ignoring the sounds of blaring horns. Puddles sloshed up against the Hummer, caking it with mud. The vehicle swerved and slightly skidded, avoiding larger, more dangerous bodies of water, hidden in sinkholes. Like the first time she’d ridden with him, Kristen prayed to God they wouldn’t crash.

“What the fuck is going on with you and Diego?” he suddenly asked, his voice thick and coated with jealousy.

Kristen shrank down in her chair and looked over at him. She cringed at the angry, accusing look in his eyes. “I told you nothing,” she almost whined.

She felt so weak around him and she didn’t like it. She felt like she always had to explain herself and that was so not her style. She considered herself a pretty confident woman but this thing with Roman was fading that confidence fast. She didn’t feel like herself anymore. She felt vulnerable and while that had been okay while she was twisted in his arms, it wasn’t so comforting now that she wasn’t in them.

“Then what the fuck was he doing in your hotel suite?”

Kristen looked at him like he was stupid. “Because I called him.”

Roman was breathing so hard Kristen feared he’d pass out. “What the fuck did you call him for?”

“What was I supposed to do? Just stand beside your car with my dress around my ass, waiting for you to come back?”

“You could’ve called me.”

“Why the hell would I do that when you just ran off and left me there?”

Roman inhaled and exhaled slowly. “I’m sorry I did that. I didn’t want to leave, but I… It was stupid, I know. But I was trying to protect you.”

“Protect me from what?”

Roman didn’t answer her.

Kristen sadly shook her head at him and looked out the window.

“Did you kiss him? Did you kiss Diego?”

She looked over at him again, stunned.

“Did you?” he forcibly demanded.

“No,” she practically yelled at him. The man was so exasperating it got on her damn nerves. “I told you I wouldn’t and I didn’t.”

“Is kissing the only thing you let him do?”

Kristen incredulously gaped at him. “What the fuck Roman-“

“Did he touch you? Did he-“

“No! I swear to you all I did was kiss him, that’s it. He didn’t try to do anything like that with me. And  I didn’t want him to,” she added in a softer tone. “You’re the only one I want to touch me like that.”

Roman glanced over at her and looked away, quiet.

“I don’t know why you care anyway”, she mumbled, looking out her window again.

“Excuse me?”

She looked back over at him, fuming. “I said why do you care anyway? You don’t want me. You don’t even like me. You’ve made that perfectly clear.”

Roman gripped the steering wheel and clenched his jaw, staying quiet.

The rain barreled on top of the car and hit the windshield, smothering the simmering silence in the car.  Bar music drifted by now and again as they drove through the downtown area, momentarily drowning out the heavy thud of the rain. It was minutes before Roman said anything else to her. “The way I touched and kissed you earlier,” he softly began, “you think I don’t want you?” He stopped at a red light and looked over at her, pinning her with his eyes.

Kristen’s eyes widened slightly and she looked away from him, hugging her arms. The look in his eyes was too intense for her to return it.

“That dress you’re wearing right now,” he quietly began as his eyes possessively drifted over her, “you don’t need to wear it around him again. Any other dress you have like that, including the one you had on yesterday… he doesn’t need to see you in it.”

Kristen defiantly assessed him, lifting her pert nose. “And what will happen if he does? What exactly are you going to do to me? Spank me?”

Roman’s lips tightened in a hard, thin line. His eyes were harder as he stared at her. His jaw clenched and ticked again. Kristen’s face warmed and she averted her eyes away from him, nervously biting her lip. Why did the thought of him doing just that thrill her so much?

The light turned green and Roman took off again, spinning the wheels. “Fuckin’ pain in the ass,” he mumbled under his breath. “Driving me fuckin’ crazy…”

Kristen petulantly glanced over her shoulder at him and looked back out her window. If that wasn’t the pot calling the kettle black. She didn’t drive him half as crazy as his crazy ass drove her.

Roman swore and blared his horn at a car that nearly side-swiped them and looked over at her to make sure she was okay. He looked back at the road and roughly ran his fingers through windswept his hair. “Just let me know something right now baby…. Am I wasting my time? Just be honest with me and tell me. Am I?”

Kristen focused on him again, her arched eyebrows tightening with confusion. “Wasting your time with what Roman? What are you talking about?”

Roman shook his head in frustration and lightly hit the steering wheel with his fist.

“Are you talking about you and me?” she timidly asked him. “I don’t know how many ways you want me to say it. You should know how I feel about you by now. How can you not know that? You think I just let anyone feel me up and touch me the way you did? You’re really not that bright, are you?”

Roman glanced over at her again, the expression on his face softer as he scanned her beauty with his eyes. He lightly smiled and looked away.

“Where are you taking me?” she asked him.

He didn’t answer her.

Kristen tilted her head, waiting for an answer. “Where are we going Roman?” she asked again.

Roman looked over at her, held her gaze for several seconds; and then looked away again, concentrating on maneuvering through the rain. Kristen shivered in her seat, folded her hands together and brought them to her lips, softly biting her nails. The look Roman had given her was something new; something she hadn’t seen before. It made her nervous as hell. But she liked it.

At his apartment, Roman expertly parked backwards into his designated parking space, shut off the engine and exited the driver’s side, walking fast to her side to open the door. He reached his hand out to her and helped her down, closing her door. His hand stayed gripped and locked to hers as they fast-walked through the rain to the front of the building. By the time they’d made it indoors, they were drenched. Their slick shoes scraped against the floor as they walked to the elevators. Once inside, Roman pressed the button for his top floor penthouse; then kept his eyes trained on the reflective elevator doors as they rode up in silence. Kristen looked straight ahead, too scared to look at him, his hand that still held hers burning her skin.

The doors opened and Roman exited, pulling her along with him. He quickly walked down the hall, practically dragging her, ignoring her as she stumbled and almost fell several times trying to keep up with him. When they reached his apartment he let her hand go and fumbled in his pants for his keys. He opened the door, led her inside, and slammed it shut, tossing his keys on the small table by the door.

He turned to Kristen and gave her the hungriest look she had ever seen on a human male. She backed up and gripped the wall behind her with her hands, crying out as he stalked to her and grabbed her face in his hands, crushing his mouth to hers. He tasted her with urgent hunger, running his hands all over her, moaning madly as his tongue probed her mouth and his lips amorously kissed and sucked on hers. Kristen threw her arms around his neck and passionately kissed him in return, her own moans of desire nearly drowning out his.

Roman yanked away from her and turned her around. He bent her over and Kristen placed her hands against the wall, gasping loudly. Her body shook and her heart raced as she anxiously waited, every nerve ending in her body tightening in anticipation of what he was going to do to her.

Roman lifted the bottom of her dress over her hips and delicately ran his hand over the soft skin. He slapped her once on one ass cheek; then the other. He pushed her dress further up her back and ran his hand down it, moaning deeply.

“You’re fuckin’ perfect,” he huskily rasped.

He pulled her silk black panties through her ass crack; then pressed his rock-hard erection against her ass so she could feel just how bad he wanted her. He ran his hands up her stomach and back down, running them over the front of her panties. He growled and gritted his teeth hard when he felt how wet she was.

“Damn baby,” he whispered against her back. He ran his tongue over it, trailing it down to her hips. His finger circled her hard nub through her panties.

Erratic gasps and pants fell through her parted lips as he touched her. Kristen gripped the wall and struggled to hold on, trying not to collapse from the insane need that was storming through her body. Her eyes involuntarily opened and closed.

Roman leaned down behind her, ran his hand down her back and smacked her ass again. He pressed his face to her ass and commenced to licking the fatty flesh. He ran his hands up to her long hair and pulled hard. Kristen sharply exhaled a breath as he tongued her ass cheeks, moaning and groaning like a man dying of hunger. She balanced herself with one hand and reached back to grab his hair with the other, pulling his as he pulled hers. She groaned long and hard as his tongue and full lips swept over her ample behind. His lips felt salacious on her skin.

She became lost in the sounds of his heavy breathing and addictive moans. She was mesmerized by the sound of the rain plinking against all the windows in the apartment; the sound of the low, rumbling thunder in the distance. She could not believe this was happening. She was touching him; he was touching and tasting her but it didn’t feel real. It felt like a dream from which she never wanted to awake.

Roman caressed her ass; then reached to the front of her. His magnetic hands traveled up her chest, pushed the dress above her breasts, and yanked up her bra, freeing her heavy, aching breasts.

He painfully groaned as his eager hands made contact with them. “Got-damn,” he loudly gasped.

He firmly began stroking them while his tongue and lips continued to trail her ample bottom. Kristen’s trembling hands left his hair to join his on her chest. She looked down at his hands on her large breasts and instantly became hypnotized by how big his hands were against hers, by the fine hair on his bare arms, how strong and powerful his hands felt against her body, how sexy the veins were that flexed in his hands as they moved…

Overcome, she released his hands and placed them back against the wall and leaned her head against it. She bit the skin between her thumb and forefinger and winced as he pinched her nipples.

“Roman,” she gasped.  “Roman.”

His hands on her breasts were fire; his tongue on her hips was skillful, wet, and hot. If his mouth felt that good against her ass, she could only imagine how it would feel on her…

“My God,” she whimpered as Roman put his head between her legs and flicked his tongue at her cleft through her panties.

He put his nose to her panties and deeply inhaled. “Fuck Kristen… Damn baby…”

Kristen’s core tightened as his face firmly pressed against her panty-covered pussy again, almost suffocating himself. He snaked his tongue all over pussy, driving her wild.

“Romannnnnn,” she groaned as she threw her head back.

“If you taste as good as you smell I’m in trouble,” he growled.

He kissed his way up her back and stood behind her, his hands still massaging, gripping, and circling her breasts. His open palms circled her nipples; he kissed, licked, sucked, bit her neck. Kristen’s damp hand reached back and she pressed her ass tight against his rock-hard erection, running her finger through his hair. She turned her head to his and kissed him. Continuing to kiss her, he turned her around and embraced her tightly, crushing her to his hard chest as he’d done earlier. Her hard nipples felt like pebbles against his chest and the sensation it brought her as she rubbed against him made tears pool her eyes.

Roman pulled away and looked down at her. His eyes were drunk and heavy with lust as he looked down at her swollen breasts, fascinated as he ran his hands over them.

“I love your skin,” he huskily replied. “You’re so beautiful... I love your breasts. They’re amazing.”

His hands on her were driving her insane. Kristen was panting so hysterically she was almost crying.

“Shhh,” he said, stroking her wet hair and lifting her chin so he could look into her eyes. “Shhhh baby. It’s okay.”

He placed small, gentle kisses on her quivering lips and ran his fingers through her wild, tangled hair.

Kristen stared into his burning dark eyes and became lost. She placed her hand against his face and gently stroked it, marveling at the beauty of him in this lust-filled moment. She ran her fingers over his coarse beard, over his strong jawbone; over his parted, soft lips. She had wanted this for so long; wanted to experience the sexual side of him and express that part of herself with him. She didn’t know where to start or where to finish. She wanted to touch him everywhere. Kiss him everywhere. Suck and lick every part of him.

Her greedy eyes lowered to his chest. She eyed it with wonder as she stroked it through his damp shirt. She slid both of her hands over his chest; memorizing every muscle and flawless ripple she touched. She was mesmerized by the chest hair that peeked out from the top of his shirt. Feeling like an animal in heat, she put her nose to the hair and inhaled his intoxicating masculine scent, feeling dizzy and drunk with the essence of him.

She was addicted to his ragged, heavy breathing as she touched him. The fact that she was pleasing him almost brought her to her knees. She looked up at him and there was awe in his eyes as he looked at her. Running her hands over his broad back, Kristen teasingly dragged them down to his hips and naughtily ran her hands over them. They were round but firm. She squeezed them and coyly looked up at him as a sharp breath escaped his throat.  Kristen lightly tapped his ass; then moved her hands up until they were placed in his thick hair again.

Roman slightly leaned back from her and cupped her breasts with his hands, molding and reshaping them with vigorous satisfaction. Kristen breathlessly watched him with her lips slightly parted. The sight of his hands on her was truly one of the most fascinating sights in the world.

Roman lifted her heaving breasts, put his open mouth over them, and hovered, his hot breath tickling her skin. He devilishly looked up at her and firmly flicked his tongue over her left nipple, immediately doing the same dance with the right. He went back and forth between them as his eyes held hers. Still looking at her, he opened his mouth wide to accommodate their size and began sucking them at once. He suckled them loudly and greedily as he squeezed them in his hands and rotated them in his mouth.

If she thought him touching and kissing her body felt good before what he was doing now was like electricity coursing through her veins. She felt like she was being shocked multiple times in a row. She had never experienced anything like it in her life. Being with a man was different indeed. His tongue was talented, punishing, and excruciating. His love-making was so deeply passionate and intense it made her entire body vibrate and come alive. Her pussy was beyond wet and contracting like a heartbeat. The noises falling from her mouth didn’t sound human.

Her fingers tangled in his hair and roughly pulled. “Please Roman,” she tearfully whispered. “Please.”

A low noise surfaced from Roman’s mouth as he pulled away from her wet breasts with a loud pop. Keeping his eyes trained on hers, he put his hand between her legs and cupped her swollen heat. Kristen wantonly murmured and slightly bended her leg, opening herself wider to him. He parted her panties to the side and gently stroked the slick skin beneath. He sensuously rubbed on her clit with his thumb. His eyes narrowed sexily, watching her reaction. Her eyes fluttered, fluttered again, and then closed… She softly moaned and rotated her hips in rhythm with his finger.

His right hand was resting beside her head on the wall and she slightly turned, licking his hand. He bended his thumb to her mouth and she sucked the soft skin, moaning… The feel of his fingers between her legs was almost too much to bear. Roman pulled his thumb from her mouth and ran the same hand over her breasts and flat stomach, watching her, his eyes filled with so many emotions it made her heart beat that much faster.

“If you don’t stop me now,” he softly warned, “I will continue. In a few minutes I might not be able to stop.”

Kristen desperately gazed into his eyes. “I don’t want you to.”

His long lashes lowered as he tilted his head to hers. He stole her lips in a tongue-thrusting kiss as he ran his hands over her perfect hips. She gripped his damp shirt with her fingers, pulling him closer to her.

Roman unbuckled her bra, letting it drop. He pulled her dress over her head and tossed it to the floor. He gripped her ass with his fingers and effortlessly lifted her, his hands possessively cradling the roundness of her hips. With his lips still pressed to hers he carried her into the living-room. He dropped her on the part of the couch closest to the window by the balcony and stood up, lifting his shirt over his head. His eyes heatedly locked on hers as he lifted her dainty feet one by one and slid off her sandals.

Kristen lay back against the couch with her hands on either side of her head. Her virginal eyes greedily took him in, lustfully drifting over the perfection of him. The chest hair she’d been fantasizing about was smooth and lay flat over much of his chest, down to his stomach and stopped just above his buckled pants. His pecs were broad and muscular; his nipples bronze and small. He was perfect. More perfect than she’d ever imagined. She couldn’t wait to see what the rest of him looked like.

She dazedly looked up at him, her eyes heavy with lust, her breathing light and choppy. She bit her lip as his eyes peered into hers; then dropped down to her panties.

Roman placed his hand to her panties and seamlessly ripped the silk material, drawing a gasp of surprise from her lips. His heated eyes focused on the small triangle of light-brown curls on her pussy and he hungrily licked his lips. He nudged his leg against her knees.

“Open baby,” he huskily commanded.

Shaking, Kristen did as she was told and opened wide; giving him a tasty view of her pretty, pink pussy. The moonlight sifting in through the open windows mixed with the dim mood lights streaming from the ceiling above gave him a perfect view.

“Got-damn,” he lustfully sighed.

Kristen deliriously moaned and struggled to stay still under the heat of his gaze. The weight of her desire for him was so strong she couldn’t even sit up straight. She collapsed against the couch, her arms stretched out at the sides; her fists tightly clenched as she vulnerably sat there. Open. Heaving. Waiting.

“I’ve been day-dreaming about what you taste like all day,” he growled, getting down on his knees. He looked up at her and bent his head, pressing his anxious tongue against her quivering flesh.

Unable to take it, Kristen threw her head back against the couch, closed her eyes and arched her back, loudly crying out to the ceiling. Roman placed his hands beneath her thick bottom and arched her pussy to his ardent mouth, diving in like a man that hadn’t been fed in days.

Kristen kept her arms out to the side, gripped the soft cushions of the couch with her fingers, and surrendered her body to him completely, lost in an endless fog of erotic nirvana as Roman Dean did things with his mouth and tongue to her pussy that she’d been dreaming about for years.