He doesn’t touch me.
That restraint, more than anything, makes me bold.
My voice drops. “All my life, I have done what I was told.”
Roman’s gaze holds mine.
I place my hand against his chest.
“But not tonight,” I whisper.
5
ROMAN
For one moment,neither of us moves.
Katerina’s palm rests flat against my chest, small and warm through the open collar of my shirt. Her fingers curl slightly, as if she expects me to step away.
I should. I really should.
The plane hums around us. The washroom is too small. The aisle behind her is too quiet. A flight attendant could turn the corner. A passenger could wake. Katerina could wake from whatever reckless fever has taken hold of her and hate me for letting this happen.
So, I hold still.
I give her every chance to retreat.
She does not.
Instead, she pushes me.
It’s not much of a push. She’s far shorter than me, her hand spread over my chest, her body balanced too close to mine. She would not move me an inch unless I chose to be moved.
So I choose.
I step backward into the washroom.
Her eyes flare. Then she follows.
The door shuts behind her with a soft click that sounds louder than it probably is.
Now there’s only her and me in the narrow washroom, our bodies too close, her perfume trapped in the air with the heat of her skin.
Christ.
She’s smaller than me, but there is nothing fragile about her body. Soft, yes. Lush in all the places a man loses sense over. Full breasts beneath that thin sweater. A narrow waist I can almost span with my hands. Hips made to grip. Thighs pressed together under her skirt like she knows exactly what I’m thinking and is waiting to see if I’m brutal enough to say it.
My cock hardens so fast it’s almost painful.
And pathetic, really.
I came in here to calm down. To stand alone in cold light and talk sense into my body like a civilized man. I had gripped the edge of the sink, splashed water on my neck, counted breaths, cursed myself for wanting a woman who stumbled into my night with drunk courage and wounded eyes.
Then she touched me.
One hand on my chest, and I’m hard again.
Worse than before.
