“You just know all the bad things about me.” I alleged.
He stood up and started making his way towards me. “Not true. I know you’re smart, you actually read books for school and make sure all your homework is done. You’re nice to people even when they don’t deserve it, you helped Meagan even though she’s a shallow bitch. I know you’re compassionate, you gave that homeless man money in the middle of the night and when you looked at him it was like you were imagining yourself in his shoes.” He played with my short, brown hair, when he reached me. “You’re right, Samantha-Jade. I like you. I like understanding you, I like finding out new things about you. I like the good side of you and I like the bad side of you, too.”
I gulped, I felt naked as he looked at me. Like he could see every secret crevice in my heart or dark alleyway in my mind. It was the quiet ones you needed to watch out for… Even if Roman wasn’t necessarily quiet. “It’s not fair.” I gulped. “Now you have the upper hand. I don’t know anything about you.”
“You’re wrong again, sweetheart.” He smirked stepping closer.
“You know that I like you.” He leaned down and pressed an excruciatingly slow kiss onto my lips. His hands found my hips and pulled me straight into his body. I gasped.
“I want to know more.” I said against his lips. “I want to know you.”
He looked deep into my grey eyes, “No you don’t.”
“Yes I do.” I was stubborn. “I want to know all the good things and,” I stroked his jaw, staring at his pink lips before pulling my gaze to his addictive eyes, “the bad.”
“I’m all bad.” He ran his fingers down my torso towards the waistband of my jeans making me shiver at the touch of his hot hand on my bare stomach.
“That isn’t true.” I denied. “You want to be bad but you can’t do it. You can’t be dark all the time.”
“I can try.” He whispered, tugging on my bottom lip with his teeth.
I moaned my eyes rolling into the back of my head. Roman was pure bliss. I craved his touch the more I felt it. He was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. He was dangerous but only because of the way he made me feel. It was toxic. “Roman.” I whispered raggedly.
His name on my lips seemed to be his breaking point. He grabbed me by the waist and pressed me against the door. I wrapped my legs around him as he started to ravage my neck and chest. He breathed heavily onto my skin and I explored his face with my hands. Touching the soft stubble on his jaw and running my thumbs under the creases of his eyes. I tugged on his black hair and slid down to feel his shoulders. His arms were flexed since he was holding me and I could feel the hard muscles he was made of.
We started kissing again and he walked me to his bed one more time. I yelped in surprise when he dropped me but I fell on top of his pillows. He crawled on top of me and kissed my forehead, nose, cheeks and lips. He explored the curves – or lack thereof – of my body. Roaming his hands over my torso and beneath my thighs. I spread my legs so he was lying in between them and curled them over his thighs. He started to pull on my top when we heard a commotion downstairs.
“Mark, for heavens sake, next time don’t tell your clients that I am too old for children! Do you know how that makes me feel?”
“Sweetie, I just simply told them we were glad to have a new addition to the family. You’ve always wanted a daughter…” Mark and Donna were arguing downstairs.
“Shit. What time is it? They’re home already.” Roman shot up. “They’re going to check on me to make sure I stayed home. You need to go to your room.”
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Good Things Come In ThreesTeen Fiction
"I want to know you." He looked deep into my grey eyes, "No you don't." "Yes I do." I was stubborn. "I want to know all the good things and," I stroked his jaw, staring at his pink lips before pulling my gaze to his addictive eyes, "the bad." "I'm a...