Free Teaching Roman by Gennifer Albin Page A

spoke, his usually faint accent deepening with a sexy roll of his tongue.
    Why was I afraid of the ocean? I was already drowning.
    I was so caught up in his eyes that I didn’t have time to react when he scooped me up and threw me over his shoulder. I giggled as I struggled against his hold—until he ran into the ocean. Water splashed across my bare legs and my arms tightened into a vice grip around his neck.
    “You’re standing in the ocean, Jessica,” he pointed out, “and you’re alive.”
    “Put me down!” I smacked his back, wiggling in panic in his arms.
    “Are you sure about that?” Roman loosened his grip on me, and I realized what I was asking.
    “On second thought, don’t.”
    “Relax,” he ordered. “I have you.”
    “That’s easier said than done. You can swim,” I accused.
    “Cierra los ojos y aferrate a mi,” he said in a low voice that I had to strain to hear over the waves, “mientras que el mundo se nos escapa.”
    I had no idea what he was saying but the huskiness of his voice sent a shiver tingling up my spine. “My Spanish isn’t that good.”
    “It’s a song that I’m working on.”
    “What’s it about?” But even as I asked, my stomach flipped from nervous excitement.
    “You.” His hands slid lower until he was cupping my ass, letting my feet dangle inches from the oncoming tide.
    “What does it mean?” I asked. Somewhere in the back of my mind I registered the spray of the ocean on my toes, but I ignored it. His eyes met mine and the electricity of our connection sizzled in the air between us. I wanted to lean forward and close the distance.
    “Close your eyes and hold on to me as the world slips away,” he murmured, setting me down.
    Suddenly I didn’t care that I was ankle deep in the ocean or that I could hardly swim. There was only Roman and all I wanted was to slip away with him. He seemed to know what I was thinking and this time when he scooped me off my feet, I didn’t protest as he carried me back toward my villa.
    The lights were off inside and there was no sign of Cassie who was probably already watching television in her bed.
    “Coast is clear,” I breathed. It was all the invitation he needed.
    Roman’s lips slanted over mine, capturing my mouth. As the kiss deepened, I wrapped myself around his neck, shifting my weight so that my legs circled his waist. We crashed into the doorframe so hard that I knew I’d have a bruise along my tailbone tomorrow. Right now, I didn’t care. All I could think about was one thing: Get. Roman’s. Shirt. Off. As soon as my fingers slipped it over his shoulders, I sighed against his lips. My hands traveled over the coiled muscles, flexed from holding me against the wall, and another surge of desire shot through me. Roman should be studied. Clearly, he’d achieved a biology superiority that probably single-handedly proved the theory of evolution, since simply touching his body could reduce a well-educated, feminist and premed student into a shirt-clawing, hip-bucking sex kitten.
    Roman held me steady with one arm around my waist, my legs wrapped loosely against his trim hips, as his free hand shoved my sundress around my waist. Our mouths tangled together along with our limbs as we sought to free ourselves of our extraneous clothes. Finally, I pulled away and shook my head. “I need you naked. Now.”
    In a flash I was on my feet and Roman was kicking off his shorts. I hooked my thumbs into my panties and stripped them off. He was on me instantly, spinning me toward the wall as his arm snaked across my bare waist. Bracing myself against the door frame, I moaned as he slid inside me, but my moan turned into a low scream as he teeth bit into my shoulder.
    I wanted to rake my fingernails across his back and sink my teeth into his pecs, but he held me steady as he whispered things that would have made Jess blush.
    Jessica liked it.
    A lot.
    His hand slid lower, urging me along with him until fireworks . They exploded