out the window, trying to gain some semblance of composure. This was an entirely new experience for me. I'd never had a reaction like this to any man before. I felt like putty, ready to melt at any moment if he would just look at me or hold me in his arms. Normally I'd roll my eyes at girls like that--thinking they were weak or stupid, but now that I found myself in the situation, I knew exactly what it felt like.
If I thought the past few days of not seeing him had cooled our ardor, I now realized how wrong I was. The absence had only intensified it. I was aware of everything about him in that moment--the way his muscles were tensed and his fists clenched in his lap, and how he stared unseeingly out the window, his lips frowned in thought. Soon the silence in the car was becoming so unbearable I thought I was going to burst.
"What did you think of the opera?" I asked, unable to stand the silence any longer.
Roman turned his head to look at me, his eyes gleaming under his lazy lids. "I liked it," he said.
"What was your favorite part?" I asked.
"You know, at this moment, I can't recall," he said, giving me a lopsided grin.
We arrived back at my apartment and the limo pulled up to the curb outside my building. This was the moment I had dreaded and looked forward to. All night had been building up to this point. Roman waited; his hand paused on the door handle as he looked at me. His intense gaze held me enthralled. A slow sensual smile was forming on his lips.
The partition was up in the limo and it felt like we were in our own little world. The thought of what the limo driver felt about our delay quickly flittered through my mind, but I didn't dwell on it too long. Being with Roman in such a tight enclosed space required all my senses and concentration.
"I'm sorry," I said, giving my head a tiny shake. "Did you say something?"
He laughed, the smile crinkling the lines around his eyes. "I said, will you invite me up or do I have to make up some excuse like I have to use your bathroom?"
"Oh," I said, not knowing how to respond.
I turned my head back to look out the window, a million thoughts running through my mind. I bit my lip, trying to come to a decision. This was it. If I invited him up, I knew there was no turning back. As I stared at his reflection on the glass behind me, I made up my mind. It was time to live a little. I was 26-years-old, single, and the most exciting thing that had ever happened to me up until last Saturday was standing in line for a midnight showing of the last Harry Potter film.
I turned back to face Roman. "Would you like to come up for a cup of coffee?" I asked.
His eyes lost that teasing playfulness, and in its place was a look of pure intensity. I had to suck in a sharp breath, I was so surprised by his sudden change in demeanor.
"Let's go," he said.
He exited the car before turning back to hand me out. I walked towards my building, fumbling with the keys in my clutch. As I looked back, I saw he had remained at the car, speaking with his driver through the open window of the passenger door. A few moments later, he headed towards me and the driver pulled away from the curb.
"Is he coming back?" I asked.
"Not tonight," Roman answered.
I stared at him, a little stunned at his bold statement. But deep down my body thrilled at the thought of Roman spending the night. We walked up to my apartment in silence. I could feel his stare on my back side as I walked ahead of him. Once we were at my front door, he leaned against it, his shoulder resting on the frame, and grinned at me in that charming way of his.
"Why do you look like you're about to devour me?" I asked, slipping the key in the lock and turning the handle
His grin grew wider. "Because I am," he said simply.
My hand dropped to my side as I gasped in shock. Roman stepped forward and pushed my door open. He ushered me into my apartment and closed the door behind him. The lights were off, but the moonlight streaming through the
If I thought the past few days of not seeing him had cooled our ardor, I now realized how wrong I was. The absence had only intensified it. I was aware of everything about him in that moment--the way his muscles were tensed and his fists clenched in his lap, and how he stared unseeingly out the window, his lips frowned in thought. Soon the silence in the car was becoming so unbearable I thought I was going to burst.
"What did you think of the opera?" I asked, unable to stand the silence any longer.
Roman turned his head to look at me, his eyes gleaming under his lazy lids. "I liked it," he said.
"What was your favorite part?" I asked.
"You know, at this moment, I can't recall," he said, giving me a lopsided grin.
We arrived back at my apartment and the limo pulled up to the curb outside my building. This was the moment I had dreaded and looked forward to. All night had been building up to this point. Roman waited; his hand paused on the door handle as he looked at me. His intense gaze held me enthralled. A slow sensual smile was forming on his lips.
The partition was up in the limo and it felt like we were in our own little world. The thought of what the limo driver felt about our delay quickly flittered through my mind, but I didn't dwell on it too long. Being with Roman in such a tight enclosed space required all my senses and concentration.
"I'm sorry," I said, giving my head a tiny shake. "Did you say something?"
He laughed, the smile crinkling the lines around his eyes. "I said, will you invite me up or do I have to make up some excuse like I have to use your bathroom?"
"Oh," I said, not knowing how to respond.
I turned my head back to look out the window, a million thoughts running through my mind. I bit my lip, trying to come to a decision. This was it. If I invited him up, I knew there was no turning back. As I stared at his reflection on the glass behind me, I made up my mind. It was time to live a little. I was 26-years-old, single, and the most exciting thing that had ever happened to me up until last Saturday was standing in line for a midnight showing of the last Harry Potter film.
I turned back to face Roman. "Would you like to come up for a cup of coffee?" I asked.
His eyes lost that teasing playfulness, and in its place was a look of pure intensity. I had to suck in a sharp breath, I was so surprised by his sudden change in demeanor.
"Let's go," he said.
He exited the car before turning back to hand me out. I walked towards my building, fumbling with the keys in my clutch. As I looked back, I saw he had remained at the car, speaking with his driver through the open window of the passenger door. A few moments later, he headed towards me and the driver pulled away from the curb.
"Is he coming back?" I asked.
"Not tonight," Roman answered.
I stared at him, a little stunned at his bold statement. But deep down my body thrilled at the thought of Roman spending the night. We walked up to my apartment in silence. I could feel his stare on my back side as I walked ahead of him. Once we were at my front door, he leaned against it, his shoulder resting on the frame, and grinned at me in that charming way of his.
"Why do you look like you're about to devour me?" I asked, slipping the key in the lock and turning the handle
His grin grew wider. "Because I am," he said simply.
My hand dropped to my side as I gasped in shock. Roman stepped forward and pushed my door open. He ushered me into my apartment and closed the door behind him. The lights were off, but the moonlight streaming through the
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