All I've Never Wanted(118)

Honestly, I wasn’t all that surprised. I always suspected Venice had a crush on Zack, and I was willing to bet his feelings for her weren’t purely platonic either.

After school, I went over to Roman’s house just to hang out. His father had apparently left for a business trip again, and while his mother was still here, he never talked to her. I knew it must be pretty lonely being all alone in that big mansion, so I usually went over to keep him company.

We ended up just talking about anything and everything we could think of, before we decided to take a little swim in his indoor pool. The little swim turned into a makeout session in the attached hot tub. The makeout session turned into…what we were doing now.

My breath caught as Roman trailed his fingers up my bare thighs, lighting every nerve ending on fire.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered huskily, skimming his hands over my stomach, gently over my breasts and up my neck before cupping my face and pressing his lips to mine.

Sharp jabs of pleasure pricked my skin, and I moaned involuntarily into his mouth, eagerly shifting my position so I could press myself even closer to him. He was in just his swim trunks; I was still in my bikini, which I’d borrowed from a guest closet. We originally came upstairs to shower, but that had fallen quite low on the priority list.

I remember the sensations that had almost burned me with their intensity in Hawaii. What was happening right now made those look like child’s play.

It was hard to believe only a few hours had passed since my earlier conversation with Adriana. Had I really said I wasn’t sure if I was ready? Because at this moment, I was nothing if not ready.

Judging from a certain part of Roman’s anatomy, he felt the exact same way.


He pulled back, only to trail kisses down my neck, causing a series of heart palpitations that could not be good for my health. I whimpered slightly as he stopped right above the strap that held the two cups of my bikini top together, his lips just touching my skin.

Every fiber of my being ached for him, and suddenly that bikini top seemed heavy. Suffocating.

“Oh my god.” I sucked in a deep breath as Roman gently nipped at the area between my neck and shoulder.

Ok. I was going crazy here. I couldn’t even think straight. I honestly couldn’t even tell you my name right now.

Spurred on by adrenaline and certain other feelings, I pushed Roman off slightly and flipped around so he was pinned down under me.

“Whoa. Someone’s eager.” His voice was teasing, but his eyes had darkened so much they were almost black. His perfect, chiseled chest rose and fell rapidly.

I smiled seductively (I hope), trying to curb the anticipation bubbling up inside me and failing miserably. It was a completely new feeling. Roman was the only person who had ever made me feel like this. I was kind of glad we hated each other so much at the beginning. That passion had morphed into something quite useful for other...activities.

Roman groaned, an agonized look on his face, but his eyes didn’t leave mine. “It might be a good idea to stop now,” he said in a pained voice, trying to lift me off him.

I didn’t budge. “Why?” I couldn’t even believe this was me talking right now. Where did the boldness suddenly come from?

He blinked, a stunned and amazed look crossing his face. “Maya, are—“

“Shh.” I leaned down, covering his mouth with mine once again. So much heat radiated from our bodies I was surprised we didn’t set the sheets on fire. “We’re doing too much talking right now,” I murmured, nipping gently at his bottom lip.

Roman resisted for about two more seconds, before groaning and reaching around to slide his hands up my back. My stomach fluttered when I felt him stop at the ties that held my bikini top up. He gently tugged at the strings, causing a wave of warmth of crash over me. We were so close.

And then the door to his room banged open.

I immediately shot up, a surprised yelp escaping my mouth. When I turned, I was horrified to see Giselle, Roman’s mother, standing there with a bemused look on her face.

“I’m sorry, am I interrupting something?” she asked, squinting slightly. Ok, she was definitely not sober.

Hopefully that meant she won’t remember the sight of me, half-naked, straddling her son.

“What are you doing in here?” Roman’s voice was clipped and angry as he got off the bed, grabbing a towel from a nearby armchair and sliding it over my shoulders.

I smiled gratefully at him, which he returned briefly before glaring at Giselle.

“Can’t I just visit my son?” she trilled, coming towards us and stumbling a little. “I’ve barely seen you all week!” She reached out to hug Roman but he stepped away, a disgusted look on his face.

“I can’t believe you’re drunk already,” he spit out. “Though I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.”

Giselle blinked, then threw her head back and laughed. “Oh Roman, if you wanted to be alone with your girlfriend, you can just tell me. I’ll leave you two to do whatever you were doing.”

She winked at me, causing me to blush.

“Um, maybe I should come back another time,” I said quietly, sliding off the bed and reaching out to grab my clothes.

“You don’t need to leave. You can stay.” Roman’s gaze was hard. “Mom. You need to go. Now.”

Giselle looked hurt. “You never have time for your mother anymore.”