I smiled. My life could end at any minute, and I wasn't going to waste this moment. I turned and quickly climbed onto his lap. He looked at me hungrily, and I smiled at him. I bent down to reach his lips, which I devoured slowly and sexily. I paused to leave a trail of kisses on his neck and chest, then stood up and looked at him. Roman was a mature 35-year-old man, too handsome and manly. His defined chest and abs were a delight. I traced my fingers over his muscles and as I did so, I began to