“I miss him.”
I lift my hand and cradle her face, using my thumb to wipe away her tears. She leans in and releases a long breath before she opens her eyes again. The blue looks almost neon now as she searches my face.
For a moment, it feels like the world stops spinning. The crickets don’t chirp, the leaves don’t stir, and then she moves.
Her mouth lands against mine, warm and inviting, the taste of her a mix of the whiskey and the saltiness of her tears. My own lips part as she seeks entry with her tongue. She angles her head as I thread my fingersinto her hair, allowing me in deeper. She tastes so fucking good, her lips pillowy, her body warm as she curls her hands into my shirt to keep me close.
A whimper leaves her as she tries to move closer, getting to her knees so she can throw a leg over my thighs, and my hands move to her waist, tugging her into me. My cock jerks as she settles her weight over me, pressing down, her hips rolling against me.
Fuck me.
It’s only when her leg knocks into the bottle of whiskey I’d taken away from her that I realize what the hell I’m doing.
She’s drunk. And sad.
Not a good combination.
Shit.
“Roman,” She says my name on a breath as she moves her mouth down my jaw, following the line until she lowers more and her teeth graze my throat. My skin prickles, and my cock hardens even further, jerking and leaking into my boxers.
Fuck, she feels so damn good.
But I have to stop this now. If I don’t stop this, it’s going to go further. I’m going to strip her bare and sink between her thighs right here on the porch. I’m going to have her screaming my name with her nails in my back.
But she’s drunk.
She cannot consent.
Fuck!
“Niamh.” Her name is a rasp on my tongue, a pained sound that scratches from my throat.
She rolls against my dick, but my hands come down onto her thighs to hold her still, and I pull away.
A frown tugs down her brows. “What’s wrong?”
“We shouldn’t,” The words scrape out of my throat, burning as they come. They taste sour and wrong, but I know they’re right. We shouldn’t do this, not when she is like this.
She freezes as my words register, going cold and stiff in my arms. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.”
She moves quickly, removing herself from my lap and then rises to her feet, curling her arms around herself.
“Niamh,” I reach for her, but she moves away.
“Good night.” She hurries into the house, leaving me alone out on the porch.
I hang my head, releasing a breath and regretting every single decision that led us to this point.
I want her.Fuckdo I want her, but not like this. Not when sorrow and alcohol fuel her every move.
Chapter 15
What did I do?
Shit. What did I do!?
My head is pounding, and my stomach flips as I sit up in bed. I’d promptly passed out after I’d left Roman out on the porch, but now morning is here and the memories are right there.Shit. I kissed him. Got all up on his lap and grinded against him like a damn horny teenager.
