Roman’s grip tightened on Blair’s hips as he set her down stepping away from her to lock the door before picking her up in his arms again, she clutched at his shoulders as he took measured steps across the room, pressing her back against the cool glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows. The city stretched out behind her, glittering with sunlight, but all she could focus on was the way his body caged hers in, his presence overpowering. The knowledge that it was reflective glass, so anyone looking up or in couldn’t see them, only made the moment more intense. Because they could do anything.
His fingers trailed up her thighs, slow and deliberate, igniting every nerve along the way. He wasn’t gentle. Roman’s need was too extreme, but she loved that about him. He didn’t pretend. He took what he
