Soulmates & Twin Flames

13 - As Hot As Ice

Wow... I knew Roman's living quarters would be stunning, but this... This is something else.

His living room is the size of my entire apartment. The view from his windows is to die for. The lights of the buildings surrounding Central Park twinkle in the night sky. I hadn't realized how high we were when we took the elevator. We must be on the thirtieth floor or something.

The living room reeks of masculinity with dark blue walls and a brown leather seating group facing a giant TV. Black cushions, a bulky coffee table and a book shelf filled with trophies and crystal prizes add a vintage touch to the space. This feels like Roman's Roman Empire. And he is the one, true king.

Roman stops when we reach an antique liquor cabinet by the balcony's door. Yeah, he has a balcony, large enough for two to stand side by side and feel like they own the city.

I turn my gaze back at Roman as he kneels down and starts rummaging through the cabinet.

"Scotch?" he asks, setting two glasses on the wooden floor.

Seeing him on his knees sends jolts of electricity to my core. My chest rises. The bust of my red dress squeezes my breasts, making it harder for me to breathe.

"Abby?" Roman snaps me a gaze.

Right... What was the question? "Uh-huh."

The sound of liquor pouring fills the silence. The smokey smell of alcohol makes Roman smile, and I mirror his sweet grin.

"Ice?" he asks, opening a tiny freezer at the bottom of the cabinet, and tosses a handful into his own glass. Then he dips a hand into the freezer again. "Abby?"

I shut my gaping mouth and take a step closer to him. Roman's gaze falls on my high heels, then slowly trails my ankles, my knees, and my thighs. The slit of the dress must be giving him a front row seat to my thong.

Roman swallows hard. Then he swallows again when he meets my gaze.

His caramel eyes flicker with that wild, amber glow. The ice cube he's holding is forgotten, and melting in his palm, dripping to the floor. I'm dripping too. My underwear is soaking. And my heart just dropped between my legs.

Keeping his eyes locked with mine, Roman stands on his knees and touches my ankle with the corner of the ice cube. The sharp coldness makes me whimper. My pulse is racing, ticking under my skin. Roman slowly glides the ice up my calf. And when he reaches my inner thigh, he closes his eyes.

Is he praying?

His lips are moving, but all I can hear is his heavy breathing—feels warms against my thighs. I am not sure how I'm still standing in front of him. My skin is burning with the icy touch. My legs part on their on accord to give him access. Even though Roman's eyes are still closed, he doesn't miss the cue and drags the ice up to where everything burns.

A heavy gasp escapes my lips.

Roman starts rolling the ice on my thong, grazing it against my flesh every now and then. Back and forth. Back, then forth. The thin fabric and the pressure is teasing me, making me lose my mind.

"Roman," I whisper, and he opens his eyes.

His caramel gaze is molten. He licks his lips, then parts them, throwing the ice into his mouth. I'm about to come just by watching his cheeks go hollow as he sucks it.

Roman crushes the ice between his teeth and lifts my skirt. My thong comes down with one swift movement. Then he pushes my ankle to part my legs wider. I breathe out, holding onto his shoulders to find my balance. But I'm about to scream...