If anyone had ever told me that Roman Sterling would be kissing me unprovoked, with no flashing camera lights or people around us, I probably would’ve labeled them delusional.
Or worse, have them committed to a psychiatric hospital.
But, clearly, that won’t be necessary—because it’s really happening. Roman is kissing me.
And as much as I hate to say it—I melt against him.
Roman lets go of my hands, and almost immediately, I trail them upwards, squeezing his suit-clad biceps and finally resting them around his neck.
His tongue traces my bottom lip, and then he pushes it into my mouth with an urgency I can’t comprehend. His tongue swipes against mine softly, and his hands roam up and down my back, gripping the curve of my waist like he’s trying to ground himself.
I gasp when he sudden
