Serena had opened five of the buttons and was tugging on his tie to loosen it. He reached up to help her. In one quick move he slipped it off and threw it on top of the desk.
Then she dipped her head, and like she’d done days before, she pressed her lips to his chest and captured his sensitive bud between sharp white teeth, sending shockwaves ripping through his body. Roman cupped her head with his big hand, reveling in the pleasure she was giving him with her lips, turned on by her soft sighs and moans. In a final effort at resistance he groaned then kissed the top of her head and captured the hands that worried his belt.
“Serena,” he whispered, his voice hoarse and strained, even to his own ears, “are you sure you want this?”
In response, she kissed the middle of his chest then sighed. “Roman,” she whispered, her voice breathless, “I’ve wanted this ever since the day I met you.” She wrapped her arms around his bare waist and pressed her body against his. “Please don’t reject me again.”
Reject her? What the hell was she talking about? How could he reject such a delicate but wickedly tempting flower? He’d been trying his best to resist her precocious charms but it was no use. She was offering herself up to him and his body was clamoring for her. He had to have her.
Roman shrugged out of his jacket and popped open the rest of the buttons on his shirt. He threw it onto the floor. Then he turned his attention to the little witch who lay back on the sofa, smiling dreamingly up at him. There was no hesitation in her eyes, no fear, no uncertainty. Instead, what he saw was the intensity of her desire, a desire that seemed to match the craving he was feeling. Dear God, he could see it. She wanted him as much as he wanted her.
Before he could move to help her, Serena began to undress. Her jacket and top were off in seconds and then she was sliding her skirt down her legs. Then she lay back dressed only in lacy black bra and matching panties. She was beautiful.
Roman sat on the couch and lowered his head to the fullness of her br**sts. He kissed the tops of the soft mounds and licked at the heated flesh till Serena moaned and arched her back, gasping for more. This time Roman wanted nothing between them. He slid his hands under her back and snapped the bra open then slid it from her arms and dropped it on the floor beside them. Her br**sts, so full and round, creamy mounds of delectable flesh, fell open to his gaze. The delicious pink cherries on their tips made his mouth water.
Serena did not show an ounce of shyness. She seemed to revel in his look of admiration. Her lips curved up in a sweet smile of satisfaction and then she took the next step, raising her h*ps and hooking her fingers into the sides of her panties. She slid them down her long, lean legs, never once taking her eyes off his face. Now, totally na**d she lay back on the sofa and looked up at him expectantly.
Roman needed no further invitation. Quickly, he unbuckled the belt and shucked trousers, socks and shoes then he was standing, na**d and aroused in front of her.
For one quick moment he saw what looked like fear in her eyes. Her eyes widened when they fell on his manhood, swollen and ready, but then she looked back up at him, deep into his eyes, and there was no more anxiety there. All Roman could see was desire that burned with an intensity that fueled his own want.
Roman went to her then, covering her soft, yielding body with his. He pressed his lips to hers and when she opened like a flower unfolding he captured her lips, her tongue, kissing her with a passion he hadn’t felt in years. What was it about this little witch that made him lose all control? The taste of her mouth, the feel of her soft br**sts against his chest, the caress of her arms as they wrapped around him, the smoothness of her legs as they raised up and wrapped around his waist. It was all too much. All he wanted to do was bury himself inside this sweet, seductive siren and ride her till she took him to the brink and over the edge.
As the kiss deepened, Roman positioned his h*ps over hers and as she opened to receive him he entered her, pressing his manhood into her core.
Suddenly, she stiffened and moaned into his mouth. Then she was clinging to him as if she would never let go.
Roman pressed forward and then he felt it…a resistance that told him this girl was a virgin. What the hell? Too late, Roman realized that this was no siren in his arms but an innocent girl playing ‘woman’.
Too late. It was his body that was in charge now. There was no turning back. His quick thrusts hauled him over the edge and then he was exploding, pouring his seed deep inside the writhing, moaning girl in his arms.
And then she was there too, riding the waves of ecstasy to her own peak, crying his name as her flower blossomed and pulsated around that part of him that pressed deep within her core.
It took a few minutes for their rapid breathing to slow and their bodies to return to calm. During that time Roman held Serena in his arms, his body still but his mind racing.
Dear God, what had he just done?
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Slowly, Roman released Serena from his arms and got up from the sofa, frowning in self-disgust. He’d just deflowered a virgin, the daughter of a man who had entrusted her to his care. He shook his head, feeling lower than a snake crawling in the dirt. She’d been so assertive, had seemed so sure of herself. He’d thought she was experienced, had assumed she would be on the pill. What if he got her pregnant?
With a curse he picked up her bra and panties from the floor and dropped them on her belly. Then, still not looking at her, he pulled on his boxers and pants and hurriedly dragged on the rest of his clothing. The tie, he stuffed into his pocket.
He looked over at Serena. She had not moved. She simply lay there, na**d and flushed, staring up at him with huge eyes. She looked so forlorn, so innocent, that the self-recrimination he felt was like a knife ripping into his gut.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he barked, scowling down at her. He clenched his fists at his side. Right then he felt like shaking her, he was so angry. Why would she keep something like that from him? If he’d known he would never have come within a million miles of her. “Why didn’t you tell me you were a virgin?”
Only then did Serena move. Her mouth was set in her classic pout, the one he’d found so alluring the first day they met, the one that had been his downfall.