“And you?”
His gaze drops to my mouth. “You unsettle me.”
I stand on my tiptoes and kiss him. It’s a slow kiss at first, lingering, needy. My mouth opens and his tongue finds mine, his taste flooding my palate. I moan into the kiss, Roman’s hand finding the small of my back. When he pulls me against him, I can feel his hardness throb to life.
My hands slide up his chest, across solid muscle and the softness of his shirt. He groans softly against my lips, the sound vibrating through me like it always does. Then his mouth leaves mine, trailing kisses along my jaw, neck, and collarbone.
“Amalie…”
My fingers find the bottom of his shirt, pulling it up and out of his slacks. I slip my hands under the fabric, tracing the outline of his carved abs with my fingertips. He places his hands on my hips, squeezing.
Before we can go any further, however, Roman touches my forehead with his. “If we continue,” he says quietly, “there will be no pretending this is nothing.”
I swallow. “I don’t think this was ever nothing.”
His hands tighten at my hips, then he leans in again, lips crashing into mine once more.
The world narrows to just the two of us, to the heat building, to the knowledge that whatever happens next, it’s going to change everything.
CHAPTER 18
AMALIE
His hands move to the back of my neck. I feel his fingers work, a look of devastatingly sexy concentration on his face.
“Two necklaces. Both very fragile. That won’t do.”
Roman first unties the little twine knot of Sasha’s necklace, then he opens the clasp of the diamonds. I watch as he takes them from around my neck, placing them both on the nearby side table next to my glass of wine. Despite one costing thousands and the other nothing more than a dollar’s worth of clay, Roman sets each down with the same care and gentleness. It’s clear to him that neither is more valuable than the other.
It hits me deep. Everything he does telegraphs the love he has for his son.
How could a man who’s killed be so gentle?
I don’t have time to think about it for long before he turns his eyes to me, that wolfish expression I love forming on his handsome features.
He pulls me close, his erection pressing against my thigh. I moan at the sensation of it.
The kiss starts again, slower, his mouth claiming mine like he plans on taking his sweet time with me. I reach down and press on his thickness through his slacks, finding the ridge of his cock and dragging my finger along it.
I break the kiss. A wicked little smile on my lips, I take Roman by the hand and lead him to the high-backed chair.
“Something on your mind, Amalie?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.
“Maybe.”
I place both of my hands on his chest and push him down gently. Roman drops into the seat, a knowing smirk on his lips. I lean in and kiss him again, teasing his tongue with mine for just an instant before dropping to my knees between his legs. My hands work his belt, his zipper, pulling him free.
His cock is thick and hard, a bead of pre-cum already on the tip. I look up, his dark eyes gazing down at me, then take him into my mouth. I glide my tongue over his length, his skin warm and salty. I wrap my lips tightly around the head, lashing it with my tongue, humming a bit. I grab his balls with my right hand, squeezing them softly as I take more inches into my mouth.
He groans in a way that makes it clear he likes what I’m doing. His hand starts on my cheek, then moves to my hair, guiding me up and down just a little.
“So goddamn sexy,” he says, “with your mouth full of me.”
I glance up at him, grinning around his thickness. Then I go deeper, until he’s nearly at the back of my throat. It feels good, powerful almost. I bob steadily, tongue swirling around hisshaft, pulling with my lips when I reach the top. His hips twitch and his breathing becomes rough.
“Amalie,” he rasps. I’m bringing him closer to the edge.
I imagine what it would be like to have him release, to flood my mouth with his warm saltiness. I go faster, his hands in my hair. Then his thighs tense and he pulls me off gently, his eyes blazing.
