She moans.
My hand slides from her waist to her hip and tightens there. “Careful,” I murmur against her mouth.
“Stop telling me what to do.”
“Then stop needing it.”
She bites my lower lip, hard enough to make my control slip.
I turn her and press her back against the door. Her hands fist in my shirt as I kiss her deeper, harder, until her head tips back and her throat opens for me. I take that too, my mouth moving down her jaw, her pulse, the soft skin below her ear.
Her breath breaks. “Roman.”
I have heard my name spoken in fear. In respect. In hatred. In begging.
But never like this.
Like she’s surprised by how much she wants me.
My hand moves under her coat, pushing it open, finding the curve of her waist beneath the sweater. She’s warm. Soft. Responsive in a way that makes my head go thick. When my fingers spread over her ribs, she arches.
Her breasts lift against me.
My mouth goes dry.
I look down at her.
She’s breathing fast, lips swollen, eyes dark. The sweater clings to her curves. The line of her bra shows beneath the fabric, lace or silk, something delicate under all that stubborn pride.
“You’re making this very difficult,” I say.
Her answer is to take my hand and place it on her breast.
For a moment, the world goes silent. Then my hand closes.
She shudders.
“Fuck,” I breathe.
Her eyes flutter. I feel her nipple harden beneath the layers, feel the tremble pass through her when my thumb drags over it. Once. Then again. Her body answers shamelessly, beautifully, and the sight of her trying not to make noise nearly destroys me.
I bend and kiss her through the sweater.
She grips my shoulders.
I push the fabric up, not slowly enough, not gently enough, and she helps me, lifting her arms in the cramped space, coat sliding off one shoulder. Her bra is pale lace, her breasts full and perfect above it, soft flesh spilling against delicate cups that were not made to survive a man like me.
My mouth covers her through the lace.
She whimpers.
I look up at her from there. “Quiet.”
“I’m trying.”
“Try harder.”
Her head falls back against the door as I pull the cup down and take her nipple into my mouth.