All I've Never Wanted(132)

“You did.” A small smirk made its way onto his face. “In fact, I distinctly remembered you using the L word.” The smirk grew as Maya whipped her head back around, her face scarlet.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Her eyes darted nervously around the room.

“Yes, you do. Don’t bother trying to deny it.”

“Uh, if by L word you mean ‘loser’, then yeah, I know what you’re talking about.”

“Somebody’s in denial,” he sang under his breath.

“Shut up!” Maya actually stomped her foot, and he grinned at the childish antic. She was so cute sometimes.

And such a stubborn, pain in the butt the other times.

“Well, even if you won’t admit it, we both know you said it.” Roman moved closer to her and plucked Mickey out of her arms, setting him on the floor. The puppy let out an indignant yelp, but Roman shot it a stern glare. Surprisingly, that seemed to do the trick, and Mickey laid down on the floor, a doleful look on its face.

“So…don’t you think we should kiss and make it official?” He lowered his voice, gently gliding his fingers down her bare arms and suppressing a triumphant smile when he felt her shudder.

“I know what you’re doing.”

“What am I doing?” He leaned even closer, his breath causing the wisps of hair around her face to flutter softly.

“You’re trying to get me to forgive you by seducing me,” she declared, but he was gratified to hear a tremble in her voice.

“Is it working?” Man, she smelled good. Like lavender. And pumpkin. He liked pumpkin.

“Hmm…you tell me.”

Roman’s eyes widened at her flirtatious tone, just before Maya pulled him closer to her, so that their entire bodies were pressed together. Desire uncoiled itself inside him, flooding his veins with warmth. Or maybe that was just body warmth. Either way, it didn’t matter. He had absolutely no idea what inspired the sudden one-eighty in her attitude, but he sure wasn’t going to complain.

“Roman?” Maya locked her arms around his neck, leading him backwards toward the couch.

“Yeah?” He eyed the cushions. They looked soft. And comfy. They would do.

“Do you think it’s working?”

Roman somehow found himself sitting on the couch, while Maya stood in front of him, the light from the flickering fireplace outlining her slender curves. In his position, he was at eye level with her chest.

Whoever invented V-necks, you are my hero.

“Uh, is what working?” He was finding it hard to speak. Or think. His mind had gone all hazy, which was actually a bit disturbing, but he forgot all about that too once Maya climbed into his lap. Another bolt of lust surged through him.

Maya laughed softly, slipping her hands under his shirt to caress his bare stomach. Roman sucked in a deep breath, tiny pinpricks dancing over his skin. “The seduction.” Her eyes gleamed with amusement and something else. “Is it working?”

“Mm-hmm.” Roman groaned as she nipped at a particularly sensitive spot right above his collarbone, and he suddenly wished they were back in his bedroom, or at least her bedroom. Thank god her parents had gone out to give them some “alone time” tonight. Of course, they probably wanted Roman and Maya to have a nice dinner, not engage in rapidly-bordering-on-rated-R activity on the living room couch.

He slid his hands up the backs of her thighs, enjoying the satiny-smooth feel of her skin.

In the corner, Mickey raised his head to look at the scene on the couch, then whined softly and plopped his head back down on the floor, covering his eyes with his paws.

In the back of his mind, Roman realized maybe they were going a bit too fast, especially considering Maya didn’t have a lot of experience in this department. Not that her inexperience showed.

“Uh, maybe—we should—um—“ He tried to get the correct words out while Maya planted a kiss on his jaw. He felt like he was drowning in her delicious scent. “Bedroom?” was all he could manage. He didn’t necessarily relish the idea of her parents coming home to find them like this.

Maya stopped what she was doing so abruptly it took him a few seconds to process the change. When he did, he nearly screamed with frustration. Why did she stop?!

She pulled back to look at him, but kept his legs pressed firmly between her thighs. One of the straps on her dress had fallen down to expose her tanned shoulder, causing certain mental images to pop up in his head when she spoke again.

“And what would we be doing in the bedroom?” There was a teasing lilt to her voice.


A lot of things. “I can show you instead of tell you,” he suggested, his head marginally clearer now that there was a bit more space between them.

“Will it include whipped cream and handcuffs?” she asked, blinking at him innocently.

Roman just stared at her, too shocked to respond, even as some very interesting ideas crept their way into his mind…

“Wh-what?” Then, catching himself, he cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. “You’ll just have to wait and see. But I guarantee you’ll like it.”

“Well…” Maya dragged the word out, and the anticipation was killing him. Couldn’t they walk and talk at the same time?

Although maybe it was a good thing she was still straddling him, because if she moved, she would definitely see why he felt as though his jeans suddenly felt several sizes too small. Then again, she could probably feel it right now.