From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 293

**Chapter 169: We’ll Keep Trying**

**Savannah**

Roman’s fingertip traced the delicate curve of my hipbone, igniting a shiver that rippled through me, but it had nothing to do with the chill in the air. His dark, intense gaze held mine captive, a magnetic pull that made the world outside fade into oblivion. “Missed this,” he murmured, his breath warm against my skin. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against the sensitive hollow beneath my ear, sending a thrill coursing through me. “Missed you.”

A soft sigh escaped my lips, a sound that was both playful and vulnerable. “Even after earlier?” I teased, my fingers weaving into the short, dark silk of his hair, feeling the warmth radiate from him.

“Especially after earlier.” His smile was a fleeting flash, a spark of joy that lit up my neck before his mouth found mine. The kiss was slow and deep, a gentle exploration rather than a frantic rush. It felt like a homecoming, a return to a place where I belonged. The familiar taste of Roman enveloped me, his solid weight settling over me, pressing me into the softness of our bed. The comforter bunched beneath my body, cocooning us in warmth.

His hands roamed freely, mapping territory they knew intimately yet rediscovering it with each touch. Strong fingers explored every inch of my body, igniting sensations that made me arch against him. His caress on my breast transcended mere physicality; it was a language of possession and reverence that made my heart race.

“God, Sav,” he breathed against my skin, his thumb circling my nipple until it peaked beneath his touch. “Perfect.”

His mouth closed around one, sucking gently, then shifting to the other, alternating between the two with a rhythm that made me gasp. I arched into him, holding his head close, my body yearning for more, more, more.

The air kissed my stomach and ribs as he pulled the comforter away, tossing it aside with a casual grace that made my heart flutter. His lips followed the path his hands had taken, descending with deliberate slowness.

He paused at my belly, pressing a kiss there that felt different—softer, laden with unspoken emotions. My hand drifted unconsciously to the spot, a gesture that felt instinctual. His eyes met mine, a silent understanding passing between us. He saw me.

He kissed my belly again, the gesture achingly tender. “My Savannah,” he whispered, the words vibrating against my skin, traveling straight to my core, igniting a warmth that spread through me. He kissed lower, parting my thighs with a deliberate slowness.

Roman settled between my thighs, his sweats still frustratingly in place, yet his gaze roamed over me with a look of pure, focused desire that stole my breath away. “Beautiful,” he stated, his voice low and filled with awe.

His large, warm hands slid beneath me, gripping the backs of my thighs, pulling me closer to the edge of the bed with a possessive tenderness that sent a jolt through my entire being.

I gasped as his thumbs brushed the sensitive inner skin, gently spreading me open. In that moment, everything else faded away. There was only the heat between us, the intoxicating scent of our shared intimacy, and the intense focus of Roman’s gaze locked onto mine. “I love you,” he whispered, the words soft yet resonant, filling the intimate space between us like a sacred promise.

My breath came in short, sharp gasps as I stared up at the ceiling, squeezing my eyes shut, overwhelmed by the sensations crashing over me. The coil inside me snapped. Pleasure detonated, radiating outwards in blinding waves, pulsing through me in time with the frantic beat of my heart.

I arched off the bed with a raw cry, fingers clawing at the sheets, tangling in his hair, my body surrendering completely to the ecstasy he coaxed from me.

Roman held me through the aftershocks, his lips pressed softly against my inner thigh, soothing the tremors as they gradually subsided. He kissed a path back up my body, finding my lips again, and I tasted myself on his mouth, the intimacy of it breathtaking.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him close, my body feeling boneless and humming with satisfaction. “I love you,” I murmured against his lips, my voice thick with emotion. I ran my hands down his back, feeling the warmth of him beneath my fingers. “I love you so much, Roman.”

“You’re my world, Savannah.”

**Roman**

As my hand slid down her spine, I felt a slow, possessive glide that made her shiver, but never from the cold. No, there was never any chill when I touched her. She arched into my pressure, always seeking more, craving the connection that bound us together.