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There’s silence first. “Yeah, it was unexpected. I’m okay though. Don’t worry about it. Thanks for calling.”
My gut tells me she’s trying to let go, but I can’t. I didn’t fight for her before, but I want to fight for her now. “Wait. Don’t hang up. Come over. Let me help you.”
She takes a shaky breath in, and releases it on the phone. Her voice is thick when she answers. “Okay. When?”
“Come now. I’m on my way back. I’ll be there.”
“Okay,” her words are so soft, I just want to wrap my arms around her. We hang up and I speed back to my house. I make sure to throw some sandwiches together and add extra water and soda to the fridge. I’m not sure what she’ll be in the mood for, but I can always shop more later. I just want her to be comfortable. I want her here, and I need to find a way to make sure she knows I never want to let her go.
ChapterTwelve
Isolde
After Adam started to flee the scene with me in the boat, I threw myself overboard and swam back to shore. I didn’t miss the rain of bullets he fired into the ocean waters after me. On shore I made another call to Dimitri about Adam to let him know about what was happening. He hung up before I could have anyone get a trace on him.
I have nowhere to go, and I’m not even close to having the information I wanted. Most of my tips on the smuggling were taken under advisement, and now that Adam’s name is all over the news, I’m waiting for what Dimitri will want from me. His first in command went behind his back, and eventually it will lead back to his empire. Danger is close on my heels, I can feel it. I should not be here. I should not be seeking Roman for safety. The minute he called and his warm voice filled my ears, I was lost. I wanted his arms around me again. Staring at his front door I know once I cross over the threshold it will become messy. I won’t be able to extract myself like originally planned. My hand barely grazed the door with a knock before its pulled open.
“Hi,” I manage to meet his eyes and I’m stunned at the dark, protectiveness that is shining back at me.
“Get in here,” He loops his arm around my back and pulls my body through the door. He glances around before shutting it and locking the deadbolt. “Were you followed?”
“No,” I shake my head. My mind may be scrambled but I haven't forgotten the basics of my training. “I checked.”
Roman’s eyes travel over me and he turns my words over in his mind. Unlike before, instead of putting up a defensive wall, he nods along with what I’m telling him. “Good. That’s good, baby.”
His arms wrap around my shoulders and my head is forced to drop back. My eyes search his for answers, for reasons about what he wants from me. All I see is the need in his eyes, and it’s an arrow straight to my heart, makes my stomach erupt in butterflies, and my legs squeeze together. He looks at me with hunger, unguarded passion, like I’m the thing he’s been looking for his whole life. My heart beats wildly against my ribcage and I can't take my gaze from his. I want to be lost in him.
“Roman,” I barely get his name out before his lips touch mine. He’s gentle at first, asking with his mouth for my permission. We didn’t end on the greatest of terms, yet the taste of him, it drives me wild. I open my mouth to his, letting him explore, take, conquer.
Roman’s hands move to my face, cradling my cheeks in his hand while I hold on to him, my hands grip his sides. The movement pulls his body closer to mine until I’m surrounded by him, my chest rubbing against his. I moan into his mouth from the contact, and Roman rips his mouth from mine, breathing hard. His hands run down my sides and around my legs before lifting me off my feet. My legs wrap around his waist and I hold on while he moves us up the stairs, and into what must be his bedroom. I barely glimpse the dark furnishings, or the ocean color walls before my back hits the bed and he’s looming over me. Roman strips off his t-shirt and my eyes take in his bare chest, the cut muscles and smooth skin that ripples over them with every movement. He’s a beautiful man to look at.
Roman fuses his lips to mine, kissing me with long, deep, drags of his lips, only breaking the contact to remove my clothes. I hold up my arms and he grabs the ends on my shirt, pulling it off over my head. My bra falls off next, and then he’s shimming my jean shorts and my panties down, over my hips. The entire time I'm touching him, caressing him, while his hands palm my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers. I cry out from the sensation, and wanting more. Roman backs away long enough to get his pants off, and I watch while he strokes himself with his hand. His eyes are fire as they trace over my naked body, almost memorizing this moment.
I reach for him, wanting his body on mine, to be trapped in his possessive heat and to feel safe while his heart beats against mine. Roman runs his hands over my body before settling between my thighs, his mouth kissing his way up and down over the sensitive flesh. “You’re even more perfect than I imagined.”
He kisses my neck, my breasts, taking the time to lick and suck at my nipples before moving down my stomach and over my hip bones. My head pushes into the mattress and my body rises towards his kiss, wanting more of his lips, his teeth and his tongue. Roman chuckles ruefully before moving closer to my sex. He kisses the top of my slit and my lips fall open on a gasp. Spurred on by my response, his tongue slips between my folds and strokes firmly against my clit. I cry out loudly. He groans in response while his tongue surges against my clit again. As he licks me, he pushes the tip of one finger into my core, and then another, driving me wild until I’m panting.
Roman’s hands reach out to wrap my thighs firmly around his shoulders. I should be worried about his lack of oxygen, but I can’t think. One of my hands grips the bedspread and the other grips his shoulder. I want this orgasm so bad I can feel it rising up, a wave so powerful that everything else around us is out of our control. It is only Roman and me.
“That's it, baby,” he whispers, coaxing, baiting while his mouth feasts on me like dessert. “Come for me. I want to taste you so bad.”
I shiver in response at his words and at the same time my body lets go and I finally crest that wave. Plunging down the other side, my head thrown back, and his name on my lips. The intensity goes on and on while Roman hungrily kisses my sex, my thighs, chasing those last residual sparks of fire he created. I want more. I want him.
I let my legs fall off his shoulders, moving them around his waist while my hands pull his body further up mine. Roman chuckles against my skin at my attempts to move his giant body. He kisses his way back up before taking my mouth with his once again. I can taste myself on his tongue and the evidence of what he does to me.
Roman’s hands land next to my head and he reaches out, smoothing my hair back from my face. The look in his eyes borders on tenderness and obsession. I feel the thick head of his cock bump against me, and then he thrusts into me, slow and deep. I clutch at his shoulders, taking his weight, feeling so full. Roman is all around me. With every stroke he pushes himself deeper, making my tight channel surrender to him. His lips never leave mine. Every hungry, open-mouth kiss, his tongue pushes into me at the same pace as his cock.
Once I’m whimpering his name, Roman reaches his fingers between us, rubbing my clit so that pleasure bursts through me, and I come harder than I ever have in my life. My second release sends Roman over the edge. He thrusts into me once, twice, and climaxes with a growl on his lips, driving his cock as deep inside me as he can.
We’re both breathing hard, clinging to each other, sweaty messes. Roman shifts to the side and shuffles me into his side. I go to move but his arm snakes around my waist. “Don’t leave yet. I’m not done with you.”
My cheeks flame red and my body already tingles all over with anticipation. I take the time to soak him in. There isn’t anything that feels wrong about being here next to him. Only I can see the time clock ticking down above our heads. Eventually this will come to an end. It's just a matter of how, and if bloodshed will follow.
ChapterThirteen
Roman
The first bang of a car door slamming shut wakes me from a dead sleep. I glance down and see Becca is still sleeping at my side, peacefully, exhausted. After a few more orgasms between us, we both collapsed and I managed to get her to stay. I didn’t want her out of my sight knowing that guy was still out there somewhere.
