My heart pounds against my ribcage and I have a feeling I really don’t want to know what’s going on in his mind. I don’t move, though, which is all the indication he needs to continue talking.
Finally, he looks up at me, meeting my eyes.
“I think it’s sad that you’re not going to be kissed on your wedding day.”
We’re still close enough that I can feel the heat from his body. I can agree with him and shrug it off, walk back to my family and pretend he never suggested what I think he’s suggesting. But that will be the easy thing to do.
“You want me to kiss you?” I ask, to be sure.
Putting a finger under my chin, he tilts my head back until our eyes meet.
“For the sake of both our sanities, let’s not delve into all the things Iwantfrom you, Blossom.” He leans forward until our lips almost brush together. “Consider it a payment for helping you run away.”
I tilt my head curiously. “Do you…like me?”
Roman scoffs. “I don’t like people.”
“You remembered my ice cream order from when we were ten,” I point out.
“I have a good memory.” He shrugs like it means nothing, his eyes flickering away from me for a moment.
“I was going to marry another man a couple of hours ago,” I say, like it makes any difference at this point. I keep waiting for the pain, but all I feel is nothing. I was going to marry Josh, where is the love? Where is the anger and sadness?
Roman nods. “You mean the same man who told you hours before your wedding that he couldn’t go through with it and left you to deal with the mess?”
By that logic, I left Jules to deal with my mess. Technically, she offered and rushed me out of there before I could think twice.
I narrow my eyes at Roman. “One kiss.”
Those whiskey colored eyes drop down to my mouth as his thumb brushes against my bottom lip in a touch soft as feathers.
“Do you have your phone?”
I pull it out, but it’s dead. Charging my phone hasn’t been a top priority.
Roman grabs his phone from the inside of his jacket. “Something to remember the moment by,” he says, as he turns on the camera.
“Your memory isn’t good enough?”
Roman raises his arm, the camera facing us, before his eyes drop to mine.
“My memory is excellent. I’m doing this for you. When you’re done feeling sad and start feeling angry, feel free to send these to Josh to piss him off.”
His mouth descends, meeting mine in a soft brush which turns more demanding. I part my lips, letting him in, letting him taste me as I taste him. I memorize the feel of his lips, the way he wraps one hand around my neck and tilts my head to give him more access. Roman Maddox isn’t soft and gentle. He kisses like he’s trying to imprint himself on my soul.
I grip his shirt between both hands, pushing myself closer to him as liquid heat pools in my belly. I bite his lip, and he groans into my mouth, the sound reverberating through my body. His hold on my neck tightens. I want to be closer to him. Why did we wait until now to do this?
We pull apart when breathing becomes difficult, our heads together as we try to catch our breaths. Roman lowers his arm, and I catch a brief glimpse of us kissing on his phone before he turns it off.
“I’m not forgetting that any time soon. Unless I fall off my bike and get into a terrible accident which causes me to loose my memory.”
I groan, pushing him away from me. “Way to ruin the moment.”
Roman laughs, and I see some emotion flicker in his eyes that’s gone before I can figure it out. “Tell me honestly, was that the best kiss of your life? The only acceptable answers are yes, and fuck yes.”
Now I’m laughing, pushing my hair behind my ears. It was quite possibly the best kiss of my life, but I’m not going to let him have that win.
“The answer is that kiss didn’t even make it into top ten.”
