Roman swallowed hard, not daring to move.
His legs had gone numb.
“Darling,” he murmured close to Evelyn’s ear, voice low and tight, “please… don’t move.”
Evelyn stiffened.
She stayed seated on his lap, cheeks burning, eyes stubbornly lowered to the tablecloth. She could feel everything—his warmth, his tension, the way his body reacted far too honestly to her presence.
Any slight shift earned a low, restrained breath from Roman.
She bit her lip.
That sound shouldn’t have affected her the way it did—but heat pooled low in her stomach anyway, fast and traitorous. Embarrassment warred with desire, leaving her painfully aware of herself.
She shifted despite herself.
Roman groaned under his breath.
That was it.
He lifted her off his lap in one swift motion, setting her down beside hi
