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She loved and understood him.
Thunder rumbled overhead, and when they broke apart to come up for air, black flickered in her eyes, and she knew Roman saw it.
“Is this a normal Surge or a zappy one?” he asked her.
“Normal,” she said, nipping at his bottom lip. She had spent all her magic an hour ago—her emotions exploding out of her, thunder and lightning cracking the sky like an eggshell. “Don’t tell me you’re scared,” she taunted.
“I’m not.”
“Then prove it.”
He did—crushing his mouth against hers, his big hands fisting her ass, tongue diving into her mouth. She broke the kiss long enough to tug his shirt over his head, and then she ran her hands across the smooth planes of his chest…over his muscled back, feeling the ridges of all those scars, all that pain. She would heal him if she could—would take it all away and mark up her body instead. Roman was a giver. He took care of people, but who took care of him?
She vowed right then and there that she would.
She would.
Roman set her on her feet long enough to get his pants and boots off. He didn’t stop watching her that whole time, his stare so potent she could feel it. Those eyes were for her—all for her.
Shay backed up, her lips twitching with a playful smile.
She dove into the water. Clear blue stretched all around her—rain water. The rain of her magic, the curse she was beginning to see as a gift.
When she broke the surface a moment later, Roman was there, pulling her against his hard, damp body. From the moment she’d met him, she was well aware of how big he was, but pressed against her like this, their bodies flush, it was much more apparent. And gods, if she didn’t like the difference between them.
“Truth or lie?” Roman breathed, the words husky, his eyes devouring her body. He gathered her to him, supporting her weight as he gently spun her through the water, moving her until her back was pressed up against the wall. He crowded her against it, bent his head, his nose skimming hers, and declared, “I think I’m falling for you.”
She cradled his face in her wet hands. “Truth,” she said, tipping her head up to brush her mouth across his.
He nodded. “Truth.” The word was weighted with emotion. He leaned in…and pressed his mouth solidly against hers. The water was cold, but in Roman’s arms she felt perfectly warm. And she felt even warmer when Roman broke the kiss and added, his breath caressing her mouth, “Definitely truth.”
His hands went to her bottoms, and Shay’s heart sped up as he tugged them down to her ankles. She kicked them off into the pool, and he hoisted her legs up, water swishing, and took his cock out of his boxers—the only article of clothing he still had on.
Shay held her breath as Roman positioned himself at her entrance. She watched as he gripped his cock, his inked fingers circling the thick shaft…and rubbed the crown up and down her center.
“Gods,” she breathed, her back arching against the pool wall. Her core was already wet and aching for him, but he took his time with her, and when the broad head of his cock rubbed up against her clit, grinding her piercing into that sensitive bud, pleasure sparked, and Shay’s legs twitched around his waist.
Roman’s eyes darkened with arousal, the gold flecks in his irises winking out.
Gods. He was the most breathtaking man she’d ever seen.
“Roman,” she begged.
His mouth twitched with a smile—like a wolf ready to bite, to sink his teeth into her. Devour her. “You know exactly what I want, pup,” said the Wolf of the Hollow, the words coated with approval.
He bent to her level, locking his lips with hers…and pushed himself inside her.
Shay’s breathy cry mingled with Roman’s deep moan as he buried himself in her heat, right to the hilt, that burning stretch so good. Gods, she’d never felt anything like this—like Roman—before. Her core was wound up so tightly, so deliciously, and it coiled even further as Roman pulled out several inches, and then plunged back in, as deep as before.
And then deeper, stealing an extra inch.
Roman broke the kiss, but kept his face close to hers as he began to fuck her with deep, methodical strokes, the cool water lapping around them. “Tell me what you want,” Roman said, the muscles in his arms flexing with every thrust, “whatever you want, and I’ll give it to you. The world, anything—I’ll give you anything, Shayla Cousens. Just fucking name it.” But the one thing she wanted was the one thing she couldn’t have.
But she said anyway, “Just this.” The words were breathy with pleasure as Roman came in deep, his body trembling with restraint. “Just you.” She flattened a hand over his pounding heart. “Like this.”
Forever, she wanted to add. So what if she had known him for less than two weeks? In those few days, Roman had given her more than what most people got in a lifetime. And love, she’d learned, did not have time limits or rules. Love was boundless. Boundless and infinite.
Rain began to fall, the drops splashing all around them. Roman kept his thrusting slow and deep, his attention flashing between her face and the area where their bodies were joined.
