Chapter 97 I Want It Now
Roman glanced at her again, noticing the subtle change in her expression.
His eyes dropped to her hand, resting on her stomach.
His gaze lingered there for a moment before returning to the road.
"Evelyn?"
She blinked, turning to him. "Hmm?"
"Are you okay?"
Evelyn smiled, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. "Just tired."
Roman squeezed her hand. "We're almost home."
She nodded, leaning her head against the seat, her hand still resting on her stomach.
‘I'll be a better wife,’ she promised silently. ‘I'll give him everything. I won't let anyone take him from me.’
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When they got home, Roman insisted on making her tea despite her protests.
"Sit," he commanded gently, guiding her to the couch. "Rest. I'll bring it to you."
She wanted to argue, but the exhaustion of the day was finally catching up. She sank into the cushions, watching him move through the kitchen with easy familiarity.
He returned a few minutes later with two cups. He sat beside her, close enough that their shoulders brushed.
She took a sip, the warmth spreading through her.
"Roman?"
"Hmm?"
She hesitated, then set her cup down. "Do you want children?"
He went still beside her. Just for a moment.
When he spoke, his voice was careful. "Where is this coming from?"
She shrugged, trying to appear casual. "I was just thinking. About the future. About us." She looked at him. "You need an heir for your father's trust, don't you? Eventually."
Roman was quiet for a long moment.
"Eventually," he agreed. His voice was measured. "But after the miscarriage news, I don't think there's any rush, Evelyn."
She nodded, but her mind was already working. ‘No rush for him. But for me—’
"What about you?" he asked, turning the question back. "Do you want children?"
She met his eyes. "With you?"
His gaze softened. "Yes. With me."
Her heart swelled. "Yes," she said simply. "I want a family with you.”
Roman's hand trembled slightly. A flicker of joy and longing crossed his face.
Then his eyes dimmed, just as quickly. Guilt and regret surfaced in his expression.
He reached out, his hand covering hers where it rested on her thigh. "Then we'll have one. When the time is right."
Evelyn looked down, disappointment flickering across her features.
"I'll refill your tea," Roman said, standing and taking her cup.
But as soon as he stood, Evelyn rose with him, wrapping her arms around him from behind.
Roman stiffened.
"Roman..." Her voice was muffled against his back. "I want the time to be now. I want to have a child with you. Now.”
He frowned. As much as he loved her eagerness, something was wrong. He could feel it in the tension of her arms, the tremor in her voice.
He set the cup down and turned to face her.
She looked up at him, her eyes watery, her lower lip caught between her teeth. His heart clenched.
He cupped her face, tilting it up gently.
"Evelyn. What's wrong? Did someone say something to you?"
She shook her head, breaking eye contact. "Nothing is wrong. I just want a child with you."
"Evelyn—"
She didn't let him finish. She rose on her toes and pressed her lips to his.
He went rigid, his hands hovering in the air, suspended by surprise. She kissed him desperately, almost frantically, her fingers curling into his shirt, trying to pry his lips apart.
It was that desperation that snapped Roman back. His eyes darkened instantly.
His hands found her waist, pulling her flush against him.
"Still don't know how to kiss," he murmured against her lips, teasing, before deepening the kiss.
His tongue swept into her mouth, tasting and claiming her. She moaned, pressing closer, her fingers tangling in his hair.
He kissed her until she was breathless, her knees went weak and was clinging to him like he was the only solid thing in the world.
Roman broke away just long enough for her to gasp in air, then dove back in.
He hoisted her up. Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively.
Evelyn gasped when she felt him—hard and ready, pressed against her core through the thin fabric of her dress.
His grip on her waist tightened as he felt her heat pressed against him.
The living room lights were still on, casting a soft golden glow over them, but neither cared. Evelyn’s legs wrapped tighter around his hips, her body instinctively rocking against the hard length of his erection. A low groan escaped him, vibrating against her lips.
He pulled back just enough to look at her, his breathing ragged. Her lips were swollen, eyes glassy with need and something almost frantic.
“Evelyn…” His voice was rough, laced with desire and restraint. “Darling, if we start this now—”
She didn’t let him finish. She kissed him again, hungrier this time, her fingers threading through his hair and tugging lightly.
The small sting made him hiss, and he responded by sliding one hand under her dress, fingers tracing the smooth skin of her thigh, inching higher until he brushed the edge of her panties.
Evelyn shivered, a soft whimper slipping out as his thumb grazed the damp fabric between her legs. “Please, Roman… I need you.”
He carried her the few steps to the wide couch, lowering her onto the cushions without breaking the kiss.
His body followed, settling between her parted thighs. The weight of him felt grounding, safe, and yet it made her pulse race even faster.
He rocked against her slowly, letting her feel every inch of his hardness through his pants, teasing the ache building inside her.
One hand slipped under her dress again, pushing the fabric up to her waist. His fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties, slowly dragging them down her legs. Evelyn lifted her hips to help him, her breath coming in short gasps as the cool air hit her exposed skin.
Roman’s gaze darkened as he looked down at her, bare and glistening under the living room light. He ran a reverent finger through her folds, collecting her wetness before circling her clit with deliberate slowness. Evelyn arched off the couch, a broken moan escaping her.
“Fuck, you’re so wet for me already,” he murmured, voice low and husky.
His lips trailed down her neck, sucking lightly at the sensitive spot just below her ear. He added a second finger, pumping slowly, curling them just right to make her toes curl.
Evelyn’s hands fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel his skin. She pushed it open, palms roaming over the hard planes of his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart under her touch. She wanted him closer—wanted all of him.
Just as Roman began to lower his head between her legs, lips brushing her inner thigh, Evelyn suddenly tensed, her fingers tightening in his hair.
“Wait— Roman, stop for a second,” she breathed, voice shaky.
He lifted his head immediately, concern flashing in his eyes even through the haze of lust. “What is it? Did I hurt you?”
She shook her head quickly, cheeks flushed. “Mrs. Chen… the servants. They’re still here. Their rooms are just down the hall. They might walk in… or hear us.”
Roman’s lips curved into a slow, wicked smile. He leaned down, brushing his nose against hers in an almost tender gesture while his fingers continued their lazy strokes between her legs, keeping the pleasure humming through her body.
“My house,” he said simply, voice deep and possessive. “My woman.”