I just need to go upstairs and give him a quick apology. It’ll be over in a minute. I’m sure he’ll accept, and we’ll be back to our extremely unconventional friendship.
I play with the rope of my robe the entire way up to his front door. Before I can back out, I pound my knuckles against the wood, hard enough to wince at the pain.
The door flies open, startling me. I think I audibly suck in a breath when I see that he’s standing in front of me in just a pair of gray sweatpants.
His hair looks slightly disheveled, like he’s been running his hands through it.
I realize I’ve been silent and gawking like a weirdo for some time, and his face shows signs of increasing frustration—as if he knows the thoughts running through my head.
Well, I’m not apologizing for those. It’s his own fault he answered the door like this. I’m only human.
His jaw is tight as he continues to look at me in a way that makes me feel more desired than I ever have before.
“I just came up to say sorry,” I say tenderly. “I didn’t mean to push you or make you feel …”
He cuts me off, voice low and rough, “You think I walked out because I was uncomfortable?” He pauses for a moment as tension fills the air, and then he steps closer. “You say shit like that, looking at me the way you do, and expect me to just sit on my hands?”
I’m breathless now, feeling like there’s not enough air to breathe. He steps even closer.
“Say the word, and I’ll fix that little problem of yours right here. Right now.”
Pure desperation comes over me. I take the final step, closing the space between us. I run my fingers down his abs. His eyes flutter closed while he swallows thickly, and then he hits me with a dark, dangerous look right before his lips find mine.
I feel the slight tremble in his mouth, the way his lips mold to mine—plush and insistent, parting just enough to taste me.
He’s ravenous and unrestrained, like he’s been holding back for too long. It sends the pit of my stomach into a wild swirl. His tongue traces the soft fullness of my lips, beckoning me to open for him. I obey his unspoken command.
The moment our tongues touch, he lets out a deep, guttural groan. It makes my panties flood with my instant arousal. I feel powerful, pulling such a reaction from someone like Roman.
His hands find my hips and squeeze tightly before moving up my body, then pulling me closer. I wrap my arms around his neck and let one hand run through his dark hair.
This kiss is already better than any sex I’ve ever had.
It takes me a second to realize I’m airborne. He spins us around and walks me into his penthouse, kicking the door closed behind us.
My thighs hit the table in the middle of the foyer. He pushes me back and lifts me onto it. His hands come up and cradle my face as his lips deepen the kiss.
He pulls back and looks down at me, a storm raging in those deep blue eyes. “This can’t mean anything.”
I nod my head eagerly, desperate to feel his lips against mine again. “I know.”
“Say it, Eva,” he demands.
“This doesn’t mean anything,” I whisper.
His gaze holds mine for a heartbeat before he kisses me—this time with a hunger I feel all the way to my toes. He breaks the kiss, his mouth drifting to my jaw then to the sensitive skin of my neck.
I close my eyes and revel in the sensations coursing through me as his warm lips descend further down my body. When his lips hit the top of my breast, he yanks my tank top out of the way, and I arch my back instinctively.
His mouth wraps around my left nipple, and he sucks harder than I expected. His large hand squeezes my other breast while his mouth continues to work my nipple.
I can barely think. All I can do is feel as he focuses more on my breasts than any man has before. His teeth bite down on my hard nipple. A loud moan escapes from my lips—so foreign to me that I almost don’t realize it happened until I see him smile over my nipple as he licks and smooths it with his tongue.
“That wasn’t a scream, but we are just getting started,” he says confidently as he switches to my other breast, giving it the same wicked attention.
He pops off my nipple and gazes up at me. I notice his chest is moving rapidly, showing just how affected he is.
“Lean back onto your elbows,” he demands.