The Holloways (Made for Love Book 3.5) Read Free Page A

face the disappointment I'm sure is written all over her face. “Fuck. I'm sorry.”
     

    I suck in a breath the first time I hear him say it. When he sits up and says it again, I sit up with him, pulling the sheet up over my chest. My Roman does not drop the f-bomb, and he teases me about it every time I do. I certainly wouldn’t mind hearing him throw the word around if he feels like talking dirty to me. Actually, that would be hell-a hot —but not if it sounds like that .
    “Baby…” I reach out and trace my fingers down his spine, but he doesn’t turn around. Instead, he reaches up and rubs his hands up and down his face—something that he does when he’s particularly frustrated.
    I know him well—better than I ever, in my wildest dreams, could’ve imagined knowing him—yet, I’ll be the first to admit, I cannot read his mind. Most of the time, I don’t have to. We’re always open and honest with each other; it’s part of the reason I fell in love with him in the first place.
    I can imagine that he probably saw our first time going a little differently. Perhaps a little longer. But to be honest, that hurt more than I remembered it hurting when I lost my virginity. Roman may be a novice, but a ruler wouldn’t hold it against him. It’s been almost five years since I’ve had a cock inside of me and it was definitely smaller back then.
    Pain aside, though, if it’s embarrassment he feels, he shouldn’t. The look on his face when he told me he loved me as he sunk himself into my core—the way his muscles tensed as his pleasure overwhelmed him—and the sound he made—my God, I’m wet just thinking about it.
    But this right here—his back to me as he sits unresponsive to my touch—it knocks on the doors of a few emotions that I don’t really want to feel today, of all days.
    “I thought we made a compromise, baby.”
    “What?” he mutters, shaking his head to signal his confusion. He still refuses to look at me.
    “I’ll stop saying fuck if you agree to occasional kissing. No tongue, ” I speak softly with a smile, remembering how it all started between the two of us. I trace my fingers down his back once more. “If you’re allowed to say it—”
    “Logan…” he murmurs, shaking his head.
    I furrow my brow, worried and upset that less than two minutes ago, he was inside of me, and now he won’t even look at me. Embarrassed or not, he’s not the only vulnerable person in this bed. “Roman Holloway—I’m sitting here, completely naked, and you won’t even look at me. Me . Logan Holloway . If I hadn’t made you come so quickly, I’d think you were disappointed in what you’ve been waiting for.”
    “What?” he scoffs, finally turning to look at me. He wears a scowl on his face, but it’s a relief just to see his gorgeous brown eyes trained on me at all. I return his stare as I let the sheet fall away from me. He sighs, seemingly defeated, and twists his body even more, so that he can reach to cradle my cheek in one of his big, warm hands. “Babe, you could never disappoint me. You’re beautiful—so incredibly beautiful. I just—I—dammit, I just—”
    He shuts up when I crawl into his lap, straddling him. I fight a grin when my pussy aches simply from feeling the heat of his body beneath me. It amazes and thrills me how different it feels to be wrapped around him like this with no clothes on. I like it so much better. When his hands splay across my back, keeping me close, I know he feels the same way. I just have to get him out of his head.
    “Roman Cornelius Holloway, I love you. You mean more to me than anyone. I used to think I gave you my heart, but I think the truth is that it always belonged to you. When I despised you, I still trusted you. When I couldn’t stand you, I was still drawn to you. And when I surrendered to you, it was like I had finally found my place— with you . You are my home. You are my heart. You are my love. You are my Roman. I promise to love