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She wrapped her legs tighter around his waist, craving the pressure of his shaft against the cleft between her thighs, relishing the heat of his skin and the scratch of the hair on his chest against her bare skin.
She was glad it was dark. The lights of the city leaked in through the curtains she’d left open when she’d gone to work. They cast a soft glow on the mess of Olivia’s toys, her discarded shoes from that morning’s fashion crisis, the blanket still strewn over the couch.
Ruby hadn’t expected company. Obviously.
“Which bedroom?” Roman asked.
“On the right,” she said.
He strode through the door to her bedroom like a king taking possession of his new kingdom and set her on her feet next to the bed.
He looked down at her as he stroked her cheek with his thumb, moving carefully around the area where Adam had shoved her against the brick wall behind Roasted.
“I will never intentionally hurt you.” The curtains were closed here, and in the shadowed light of the room his eyes looked like mercury. “But I’m not a gentle person.”
There was an apology in his voice.
And a warning.
She reached for the zipper on his jeans. “Who said I wanted gentle?”
He groaned and lowered his mouth to hers, driving his tongue through her lips as he worked the button on her jeans.
He angled his head, taking the kiss deeper, nipping at her lip hard enough to sting, to blur the line between pleasure and pain.
She gave it back, tugging hard on his full lower lip, and he chuckled as one of his hands found her throat, his thumb stroking the tender skin of her neck.
She should have been afraid. He was enormous, his hand almost large enough to circle her entire throat.
And she’d had a man’s hand wrapped around her throat before.
But not like this. Never like this.
This pressure didn’t hint at violence — it promised protection and the kind of possession that cherished instead of strangled.
He kissed his way across her jaw and reached behind her back to unfasten her bra. He tossed it aside, then took her tits in his warm hands, squeezing her flesh and rubbing her erect nipples with his thumbs.
She sighed with pleasure. She’d forgotten what it was like to have a man’s hands on her body, or maybe she’d never really known what it was like because Roman’s hands on her body were like nothing she’d ever felt before.
He pulled away to kneel at her feet and tugged her jeans down with her underwear, and she felt the first twinge of self-consciousness. She’d always been curvy, but when she’d met Adam her tits had been perky, her skin tight and unmarred by stretch marks.
She was softer now, her breasts fuller and heavier, the pouch of her stomach a reminder that she wasn’t just a woman now, she was a mother, and her body would never be quite the same.
She lifted her feet one at a time, and he tossed the jeans aside.
He stood, and she gasped in surprise when he shoved her back on the bed.
“I want to look at you, Ruby. To see all of you.”
She felt laid bare in every sense of the word. Roman towered over her, his eyes like molten silver as they traveled her body.
She registered a series of impressions — his defined biceps, a chest that looked like it had been carved out of granite, the massive tattoo painted across it like a shadow in the darkened room.
He was studying her with such intensity that she couldn’t focus for very long. She squirmed under the heat of his gaze, her hands instinctively coming up to cover her breasts and stomach.
He scowled. “What are you doing?”
“I… I haven’t been with anyone since Adam. Since Olivia. My body — ”
