The bed quickly went from a slab of icy awkwardness to a pool of molten desire, gripping Valerie and Roman in its heat.
She could feel him get harder against her, his breathing getting harsher behind her, and, to the last fraction of her might, Valerie fought to not rock against him once more. The desire was powerful to the point where she could feel her muscles pull, her hips aching to grind back against him. Her fingers curled into the sheets, gripping tightly. Valerie had never wanted anything nor anyone this badly in her entire life. But, she couldn’t. She just couldn’t.
Not with a woman who'd nearly died because of her, laying in hospital, fighting for her life.
Roman’s fingers, hot against the flesh of her hip, began to tighten, making his desire evident in the grip.
Val bit her
