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“Roman, I need—”
Pleasure courses through me, and lights dance behind my eyes. My knees shake, my entire body clenching. Roman follows me over the edge, swearing as he pulls out of me at the last second, coming all over my stomach.
We lie there, panting for what feels like a long time, but really must be only a minute or two. Finally, Roman pushes himself off me. For a moment, I’m afraid he’s going to leave—or ask me to leave, I guess, since it’s his apartment.
Instead, he grabs one of the towels we brought in from the shower and cleans me off. Then, gathering me into his arms, he moves me to the opposite side of the bed before muttering something under his breath and drawing a rune in the air with his pointer finger. Immediately, everything rights itself. The water evaporates, our hair drying on the spot, and the towels zoom back to the hamper.
I frown. “I thought you didn’t do magic anymore.”
“I don’t,” he says flatly.
I glance at my now clean skin. “But, you—”
“Don’t make a big deal out of it, good girl.” He yawns, leaning over to flick off the light. “Let’s go to bed.”
I stare at him in the darkness, a complicated barrage of feelings coursing through me.
I’m so completely done. So torn apart by this man, I don’t know how I’m going to put myself back together when this inevitably comes crashing down around me. I should have realized from the moment he popped back up in my life at just the right time that I was screwed.
My heart pounds too fast at the realization that I’m falling. I’m on a runaway train—on a rocket sled toward a brick wall, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it.
So I let myself go.
ChapterTwenty-One
ETTA
The following morning, I wake with a smile on my face. The space in the bed next to me is empty, but the sheets are warm and I can hear the shower running in the bathroom. I have half—okay more than half—a mind to hop in the shower too, but my growling stomach stops me in my tracks.
I barely ate dinner last night, given that I was so miserable the entire time, and I feel like my stomach is turning in on itself. I know Roman would not only not care if I eat what’s in his kitchen, he would probably be offended if I didn’t, so I get up and look around for my leggings before realizing they’re still in the bathroom. Crap.
I pull the sheet from the bed, wrapping it around myself and pad across the floor to knock lightly on the bathroom door. When there’s no answer, I knock lightly, and open it a crack. I might feel guilty if it were anyone else, but given that Roman had no issue barging in on me in the shower, I’d call us even.
Steam billows out of the room in a huge woosh, and warm air greets me, moisture sticking to my face. The same scent of pine that clings to my hair fills the air. I turn, watching Roman’s outline beneath the spray. Good gods—I may never get used to how insanely beautiful this man is.
“What are you doing, good girl?” he calls over the sound of the water.
“I just needed my clothes.” I reply, bending to collect them from the floor.
I hear the glass door opening behind me and feel the woosh as even more steam billows out. “Don’t think you can just come in here and then run. Get your ass in here.”
“I’m hungry.”
Roman’s eyes darken. “Me too. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.
I shriek as he steps out of the shower and stalks toward me, looking every bit the predator while I’m his prey. I step back a bit, instinctively, backing away even as I want him to catch me. Even as my nipples peak and my heart pounds in my core with the anticipation of what he’ll do the moment he does.
I drop my bedsheet, and he strikes, moving, grabbing for me in a single swift motion.
I shouldn’t let myself be so happy. Shouldn’t let myself indulge in this, when he hasn’t admitted any real feelings, and I’ve only just acknowledged mine in my head…but I can’t help it.
I scream, half laughing, as he lifts me up onto the edge of the sink and pushes my knees apart, so I’m entirely exposed to him. It’s not the first time, and I should be starting to get used to it, but I still feel a hint of nervousness at the full display.
He slaps my bare pussy with his open palm. “Who’s is this?”
I yelp, surprised, by the sharp sting. Then, even more surprised when I realize Ilikeit. “Yours?” I answer with a question in my voice.
“That’s right, good girl.” Roman smiles and sinks to his knees. “I love you like this.”
