Roman POV ...
I had kissed my share of girls in college, at clubs, and during parties, but none like this.
Hannah made me feel like I was the luckiest man in the world to be worthy enough to kiss her. I was lying on top of her, my hips wedged between her thighs when my phone rang in my pocket.
I had planned on ignoring it, letting it go to voicemail. Hannah was moaning, making my body react in a way that I knew it shouldn't. I reached beneath her black and white dress, touching her hip and noting that she wasn't wearing any underwear before I continued up past her stomach to take her breast in my hand.
Her hard nipple poked my palm, sending a wave of desire through me, but Hannah pulled away from our kiss and pushed at my shoulders.
"Your phone," she said breathlessly, staring up at me with her green eyes.
"Sh*t," I murmured. She was right. I should at least check to see who was calling.
