MiraBeth stood outside of the door, now fearing Roman's reaction. His cousin knew she was coming and had met her at the airport. Did Roman know? Would he be happy or angry? Maybe I should have called before I hopped on the plane. She adjusted her grip on her bags and stared at the numbers on the door. Tan knuckles rapped on the wood right in front of her face. "He will be so glad you are here." MiraBeth's head whipped to the side to see Jey Uso walking away. Before she could respond she heard the lock turning and the door opening.
Roman didn't say anything as he reached out and pulled her into the room, tossing her bags carelessly behind him. The door shut as he lifted her up into his arms and buried his face at the base of her neck and drew in a deep breath. "You smell so good." he whispered, letting his lips graze her skin as he spoke. MiraBeth wrapped her arms around his head and held him where he was. She felt a tremble race through his body before he clenched his muscles to prevent another one. She felt him swallow hard to control his emotions. She tightened her hold, knowing that he was trying to be strong for her benefit. This was confirmed when he asked, "When were you cleared to travel? I didn't know you had another appointment."
MiraBeth wrapped her legs around Roman's waist and positioned herself to look into his eyes as she caressed his neck and thumbed over his ears. She leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips followed by another. "I am recovering. Am I whole? No. But I am getting better, thanks to the counselor and an amazingly supportive man who has and will do just about anything for me." She kissed him again. "We are in a relationship, Roman. That involves give and take. Remember that conversation? You have given me so much…Now I want to be here with you, to give to you. You can lean on me; seek solace in me." Roman tried to pull his head back to say something but MiraBeth held on and pressed another series of kisses against his mouth, unrelenting until Roman gripped her hips and returned her sign of affection. Then MiraBeth retreated slightly and kept their foreheads together. "You and I, we can handle the rough times together…Can't we?"
Roman's eyes glittered with almost feral delight as he flicked the locks into place. His voice was a deep growl as he spoke. "You came here, amongst all of…this…alone, for me. To be with me. To support me." She nodded. His hands clenched her hips almost painfully as he strode across the room. Her bag was in his straight-line path to the bed, so he booted it farther across the room, drawing a soft giggle from MiraBeth. "Something funny?" Her laughter faded as she took in the intensity of his desire. Roman sat on the bed, folding her legs behind him. He reached for the hem of her shirt. "You really don't know how badly I need you…"
"I do…" she whispered, kissing his cheek as she grabbed his shirt and pulled it up at the same time. Moans, whispers, caresses and sighs filled the room until MiraBeth was lying in the middle of the bed with Roman hovering over her, poised and ready. "Please, Ro…I need you."
Roman leaned over to kiss her silent. Her hands slid into his hair as he thrust home, grunting her name on a muttered breath. She threw her head back in unrestrained ecstasy. When his name escaped on a sigh he was powerless to resist. Roman lost control, burying his hurt and frustration deep inside MiraBeth's body. She screamed her completion and satisfaction, echoing his name throughout the room.
Then, all was quiet. The joined couple laid together, curled, unwilling to separate from the other.