Roman’s lips crush mine with hunger. The kind of hunger that completely rips the air from my lungs.
And I kiss him back. God help me—I do.
Roman admitting that I make him lose control tugs on a part of my heart that I’ve tried to protect for a long time after I was hurt and betrayed.
He did it. For me. He stood up for me when things were about to take a turn that I never would’ve been able to come back from.
My hands fist in his suit jacket, and I can barely even register the groan that slips out of his mouth when I bite down on his bottom lip. Because if we’re doing this, I’m not going quietly.
Roman squeezes my nape slightly as he pulls back for a second, breathing heavy, his green eyes appearing dark under the dim night lights.
“Get over here,” he growls, reaching for me like he c
