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“Okay,” Camila said, shaking her head. “But I can’t stay here forever.”
“Let’s tackle this one day at a time,” Sinclair said. “Now that we’ve identified Archer as a person of interest and we have an arrest warrant for Portia, we can use that to our advantage. We’ll get their faces out there with BOLOs on both. If they stay in Remington, someone’s bound to see one of them eventually. We’ll keep investigating Thorn’s homicide in the meantime, too. See if we get a ballistics match or some DNA evidence that leads us to Archer.”
“If this guy is still in Remington,mija, wewillfind him,” Matteo said. “But, for now, you’ve got to just lie low for a little while longer until we do.”
“I agree. Staying here is the best way to keep you safe, for now,” Roman said. He reached down to lace his fingers through hers, the contact calming Camila enough to allow her to breathe.
“Okay. I trust you.”
Sinclair nodded. “We’ll continue to check in daily with updates, and we’ll coordinate with Special Agent Calloway to keep her in the loop, as well. Hang in there, you two. We’re doing all that we can to find Archer and Portia Whitlock so you can come home.”
“Copy that,” Roman said. He disconnected the call, closing the laptop, and as hard as Camila tried, she couldn’t process everything that had just happened.
Roman turned to face her. “Hey. I know it doesn’t feel like it right now, but this is going to be okay.”
Camila’s thoughts spun and swirled, and God, the memory of being on that bank floor, of Thorn trying to shoot her and Roman in that stairwell, and now the knowledge that someone evenmoreevil than him might want her equally dead? She just wanted to forget those things existed, if only for a little while. To feel normal. To feel safe and right and good.
She wanted Roman.
“It doesn’t feel like it right now,” Camila agreed, moving toward him until they were less than a foot apart, and Roman opened his arms wordlessly to pull her close.
“Are you okay?” he whispered into her hair.
“Well, the homicidal madman who tried to kill me was found dead in the trunk of a car that had been set on fire because an even more homicidal madman, whoalsowants me dead, killed him and put him there, so in a word? No. I’m definitely not okay.”
Roman pulled back to look at her. “I’m going to keep you safe, Camila. No matter what happens, no one is going to hurt you. I swear it.”
“I just want…” Camila broke off, her heart beating faster as she closed her eyes to absorb the feel of Roman’s arms, tight and warm around her shoulders, and this.Thiswas where she felt safe. This was where she belonged. What she wanted.
Her body lit with need, sudden and urgent, and she pressed up to kiss him the exact same way.
“You,” Camila said, her mouth still on his, the words barely slipping out. She kissed him again, heat building between her legs. “I just want you.”
Concern flickered through Roman’s liquid bronze stare, even as Camila felt his breath catch, his chest on her chest. “Are you sure? That phone call was a lot. Maybe we should—”
“No.” She knew this was impulsive, but she didn’t care. “Look, I know this is a big deal. I’m not trying to deny that, or to minimize how serious it is. But even if it’s just for tonight, please.Please. Let me have this. Let me have you.”
Roman didn’t hesitate to kiss her, and in that moment, Camila knew two things. One was that when he had sworn to do anything to keep her safe, he’d meant it.
The other was that she was in love with him.
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Roman knew this was impulsive. Not the act itself, of course—he’d already spent the last two nights in bed with Camila. A third would hardly count as reckless. But this wasn’t just sex. What Camila was asking for involved emotion and pure need and all the things he’d protected himself against for six long years. She didn’t just want him to strip her bare and make her come. She wanted him to make her feel enough to forget the world around her, and that meant feeling everything with her in return. And despite the fact that it should feel more dangerous than any op he’d ever been on, it didn’t.
He’d dive into danger a thousand times—a hundred thousand, even—if it meant he could give this to her just once.
Roman’s mouth met hers in a swift, greedy glide. The needful cry that came out of her in response damn near made his knees buckle for how sinful and sweet it was. But no. He had a mission, and he wasn’t wavering now.
“Camila,” he whispered. Capturing her face between his hands, he knotted his fingers in her hair, holding her steady so he could take his time with her mouth. He meant to start slowly, to learn her and lay claim to her at the same time. But she met every sweep of his tongue with one just as bold, kissing him harder and deeper until they were locked together and breathless.
“Wait,” Roman said, breaking from her mouth just long enough to send a gaze around the kitchen.
But Camila did the exact opposite, sliding her hand between his legs, one corner of her mouth kicking up as his cock jerked against her palm. “I don’t want to wait. I want to feel. I wantyou.”
For one brief, bright second, he considered ripping off her yoga pants and fucking her right there on the kitchen counter. Hewasthe only person authorized to be inside the safe house unless there was a breach, and the blinds were always closed, no exceptions. Still…
Roman shook his head, taking a half step back even though his body howled in protest. “You’ll get everything you want, soon enough. But we’re not in an entirely private space. I’m not taking the risk, however small, of anyone catching sight of what I’m about to do to you. You’re mine, Camila.” He lowered his mouth over hers in a punishing kiss. “And I don’t share.”
