Playing The Risk - Book One in The WSU Series

- Chapter Thirty-Eight -

Warning - Mature Content ahead.

"You're literally so gorgeous."

"I bet you use that line on all the girls."

"I did— I never meant it until now."

I lean into Roma's side as he wraps his arm around me. We're currently hanging on the couch watching a movie. Roma picked and no offense it's shit. I knew I should have picked the film. "When will the girls get back?" I look at the clock hanging on the wall, it's currently 9:30 pm on a Friday night— the girls won't be back anytime soon. "Why do you want to know?" I place my leg on top of his thigh, "Eleonora..." he whispers, "what's wrong?" I know what's up.

"Have you ever had sex on a couch?" I look up at him, "I'm not a player, Roma." I tease knowing full well he's probably had sex everywhere in his house.

"I was a player before I met you, I'll admit that but now all I want is you."

I break the distance between us, running my hands through his hair as our lips meet. I love kissing Roma Carter. As seductively as possible, I crawl over onto his lap, allowing my feet to drop onto the floor. His mouth parts, an invitation, my gaze drops from his eyes to his lips— not daring to move any closer. Instead, I run my fingertips across his jaw. "I want to do this," I murmur.

His eyes darken which makes it hard to breathe. Within a second he grabs my hips, tired of waiting. Our mouths slam together. The kiss sends shockwaves of pleasure through me. He runs a hand through my hair. Pulling my mouth away, I whisper, "Just for the record, I have had sex on a couch before."

Roma looks up at me smirking as he brushes my hair to the side to expose my throat. "Was it good?" I grind my hips against him, "it was great." I honestly remember nothing about that night— I was drunk, it was a one-time thing, I've never spoken to the guy again after it. I wrap my arms around his neck as he kisses his way down my throat towards the tops of my breasts. "You're breathtaking." He mutters as he buries his face in my cleavage. I notice that he tries to pull at my sweater causing a frustrated groan when the neckline doesn't give him enough access to what he wants.

I reach between us to pull off my sweater, and his mouth latches on to my nipple instantly. I slowly grind my lower body over his erection, I want his naked body rubbing against mine. I want it all. I reach for the bottom of his T-shirt. Roma offers no help since he's too busy kissing my breasts right now. After finding the hem of his shirt, I pull it up hard causing him to break away to pull it over his head leaving him shirtless. I run my fingers down his chest over his abs. "Why do you still have your jeans on?" He whispers into my ears, I smile at him before standing up to slowly undo the button. "Let me" he reaches out to unzip my pants before pulling them down my legs, careful not to make contact with my skin.