My legs pressed together as he pushed me closer, and I tried to fight the growing ache. My hands flattened on his chest, and I pushed back. “Roman,” I murmured.
He trailed kisses down my jaw and focused on my neck. “Hmmm.”
Damn, he was not making this easy. I was either the biggest i***t in the world, or the strongest woman alive.
“Please, stop.”
My words had the desired effect, except when Roman moved back, I instantly missed his warmth and hated that.
“You don’t want this?” he asked.
“This shouldn’t happen,” I said instead of answering. He raised an eyebrow. “And why is that?”
“Because I don’t want it to.”
He grunted with a smirk. “That’s not what it felt like to me.”
“Roman, don’t make this harder than it needs to be. I’m not a wolf. I shouldn’t be your mate.” “But you’re mine.
