Chapter 4. Shocked

Roman’s POV

To say I was shocked out of my mind by the fact that this small, random, drunk, and very pretty lady whom I had met barely an hour ago had her lips sealed to mine was an understatement.

I was flabbergasted to the point that I remained frozen for a few moments before realization dawned on me.

Even after I came to my senses, I didn’t push her away because I actually enjoyed it, even though the kiss was a bit sloppy.

I was about to pull her onto my lap and make her straddle me when she pulled away.

“Your lips are so soft, and I feel like kissing you again,” she whispered. “It’s fine if you don’t want me. But don’t think of me as a pervert, I’m just be—” The rest of her statement was cut short as I captured her lips with mine and pulled her down onto my lap.

She gasped, stunned, and I took that chance to slip my tongue between her plump, rosy lips.

She tasted like coffee and alcohol. The taste was unique and, at the same time, like a breath of fresh air.

My hands roamed over her body before firmly looping around her waist as she perched herself atop my hardening erection and unknowingly ground against me.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted her so badly at that moment.

I wanted to bend her over the nearest table and fuck the living shit out of her.

I wanted to make her scream my name as I pounded mercilessly into her.

It was as if her kiss were ecstasy, intoxicating me to the point where all logic flew out the window and I couldn’t control my sexual urges.

Forcing my eager hands to stop from stripping her naked right there, I broke off the kiss. “I want you as much as you want me, doll,” I whispered, trailing my hands down her sides.

She shivered as she grabbed the collar of my shirt and gazed into my eyes with lust-filled hazel eyes.

Under the dim amber light of the bar, she looked breathtaking and flawlessly beautiful.

“I’m glad,” she giggled, pressing a drunken kiss to my lips. “Do you want to get out of here?”

I pulled her jaw downward, shoved my tongue into her mouth, and kissed her passionately. “Of course.” She nodded and pulled herself up from me. “Let’s go.”

I mirrored her action, got up, and slid my card to the waitress, who was standing across the bar counter with a mortified expression.

She must have seen our wild display of lust.

“For her,” I explained to the waitress, and she nodded before quickly looking away from us.

“You know, you don’t really have to. I should be the one paying for your drink, not the other way around,” she said coyly, making me chuckle.

I hooked a hand around her waist, leaned down, and whispered, “By the way, I didn’t get your name.”

She flushed. “Sofie. My name is Sofie Diaz. Bashfully, she darted a glance at me before fixing her gaze back on the floor.

“What’s yours?” she squeaked.

I couldn’t believe she was the same girl who had repeatedly called me handsome and had made the first move to kiss me.

“Roman,” I said.

“Roman? Just like Rome—like Italy’s Rome?” she gasped, as if she had just discovered a new realm of knowledge, making me chuckle and nod.

I found her antics cute and charming.

Sofie was adorable, and it was a major turn-on for me.

I loved cute, small things.

The waitress handed me my card wordlessly, and I nodded at her before squeezing Sofie’s waist.

Wordlessly, I led her to my car and helped her in before walking around to the driver’s side.

Sofie darted a shy look at me as I pulled onto the road.

From the corner of my eye, I saw her fiddling with her fingers, which made me feel unsettled.

“Are you having second thoughts about this? We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” I reassured her, even though my rock-hard cock was clearly protesting.

Sofie shook her head, suddenly looking sober. “No, it’s not that. I’m fine with this.”

“Okay, then.”

The car was enveloped in a comfortable silence for a while, until I felt something creeping up my thigh. I almost lost control of the car when her hand stroked my hard-on.

I heard a soft chuckle from beside me. I briefly averted my attention from the road to look at Sofie, and it was then that I realized what that “thing” was.

Her hand, to be specific.

She wasn’t timid anymore, and her eyes glinted with immense lust as she sensually palmed me through my pants.

“Playing dirty, aren’t you?” I gritted out, clutching tightly to the steering wheel.

“It’s fun and arousing to tease you,” Sofie whispered sensually, making me let out a groan.

I stifled the urge to pull over, recline her seat, and blow her back out as her touch became more intense and less teasing.

I released the breath I didn’t even realize I was holding when she stopped.

But then she started fumbling with my belt buckle and quickly unfastened it.

“Sofie,” I warned as I felt her warm hand slide into my pants.

Into my briefs, specifically.

She chuckled before removing her hand, and thankfully, she kept them to herself for the rest of the journey, much to my relief.

We soon arrived at the hotel, and I checked in.

The moment we got into the elevator leading to our room, I couldn’t hold myself back from kissing her.

She had teased me so badly that I had reached my limit.

“What if someone gets in?” Sofie asked, breaking the kiss. Her chest was heaving, and her lips were plump from our making out.

“Then they get to watch live porn,” I said nonchalantly, making her giggle.

As I gazed into her eyes, a thought crossed my mind.

What if I hired Sofie to play the part of my fiancée?

I quickly shrugged the thought off as soon as it appeared, knowing it would be useless.

Grandma would easily see through my lies.

I pushed the thought of Grandma and her nagging to the furthest corner of my mind and focused entirely on Sofie.

I would think about my faceless fiancée tomorrow because, at that moment, I just wanted to fuck Sofie.

When we got to the bedroom, I pressed Sofie against the glass wall, and she hooked her legs around my waist.

As she helped me out of my clothes and I did the same to her between passionate kisses, I knew in the back of my mind that it was going to be a long, thrilling night.