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.
In one fluid movement she slid off the sofa and slipped on her panties. Then she was snapping her bra closed then straightening to her full height, just shy of the ni**les on his chest. She glared up at him then still not saying a word, she turned round and bent to gather up her blouse and skirt, giving him a delicious view of her pert behind. His manhood stirred in his pants. He groaned. Even now his body was betraying him.
Serena dressed quickly and only then did she look him full in the face, her blue eyes flashing with anger. “Why should I tell you? So that you could reject me again? That’s what you love doing, isn’t it?”
“What are you talking about?” Roman shook his head in frustration. The girl was not making sense. Or was she? At her apartment and tonight she was the one who had made the first move. She was a virgin and yet she’d played the part of temptress so well. He frowned as a new thought came to him. Did she have an ulterior motive? He had to know.
“Did you…want to get pregnant?”
Serena looked stunned. “Is that what you think? That I want to get pregnant? You think I want to trap you with a baby?”
Roman gave a harsh laugh, unfazed by her look of outrage. “Isn’t that what you women do all the time?”
Serena gasped and before he knew her intention she slapped him across the jaw. Hard.
*****
Serena stumbled back, her palm stinging from the sharp blow she’d just given Roman. Heart pounding, she could only stare back at his thunderous face with wide eyes. Oh, Lord, what had she done? Her violent reaction was an obvious shock to him but it was even more of a shock to her. She’d never hit anyone in her life.
Roman stood there, hands balled into fists at his sides, his face drawn in a dangerous scowl. He looked ready to wring her neck.
Serena trembled in anticipation of his wrath. Palms wet with nervous perspiration, heart thumping loudly in her ears, she bit her trembling lip and waited for the axe to fall.
Then suddenly, and to her utter confusion, Roman’s scowl gave way to a strange look. Was it regret? Pain? She could not tell. She never got the chance to figure it out. Without a word he picked up his jacket from the floor and strode toward the door, leaving her standing there gaping in the middle of the room. When he slammed the door shut behind him it was with a bang of finality that left her dejected and drained.