Thick reality settled in her throat.
Maybe everything she’d ever done had been leading right back to Roman.
Right back to heartbreak.
She had a job to do. A life to live. Clients.
She needed to slam dunk Tonya’s case. Soon. She couldn’t let the distraction of Roman, well…distract her.
After the Snooze-versus-Syrup breakfast fiasco, Sadie wasn’t sure they’d ever sign the papers. She’d felt the well of panic start to encourage questions of whether she’d made the right choice.
Sadie needed this win.
And Roman?
She peeked at where he slept with his arms wrapped around her—his breathing even and his eyelids closed.
She’d double-dipped when she’d sworn to herself she never would. This wasn’t going to end well—she knew it deep in her divorce-attorney bones.
The scary part wasn’t that she hadn’t cared last night after Roman shucked his shirt and she’d been treated to a front row seat to all that was Roman. The scary part was that she wasn’t as worried now, in the clear morning, as reason told her to be. She didn’t regret what had happened. Couldn’t regret it. Not when everything had felt so right.
Her body seemed to snuggle into Roman in an effort to show her it was still right.
Roman may have been a distraction she couldn’t afford. But he was now, officially, her distraction.
A distraction who had just opened his eyes. “Nohchnaya—”
Sadie pressed her fingertips over his lips. “No more hooker names.”
The lips under the pads of her fingers stretched into a smile. He shifted on the bed, his body pressing against hers. “Then I’ll have to come up with something else.”
“Now I’m worried,” she said dramatically. “But I’m not sure what you could possibly come up with that’s worse thanthat.”
He pressed his lips against hers in a lingering kiss. She snuggled against his side.
“Don’t dare me,” he said, his breath mixing with hers. “I’ll have to deliver.”
The evidence of his arousal pressed against her thigh. She felt that pressure go straight between her legs, drenching her sweet spot.
Nope, there wasn’t a shred of regret that morning. But eventually, she was certain, she’d freak out about it.
“I missed you, Rome.” Her body continued to respond to his arousal with a whole lot more than simple tingles.
Whether she rolled onto her back or Roman rolled her onto her back, she couldn’t be sure. But she was on her back and Roman was over her and life was pretty awesome.
“You waited,” he said it as though it were an accusation.
She started to pull back, pressing her head into the pillows. “I didn’t.”
His grip around her tightened and he pressed his forehead against hers. “Oh, but Sadie, you did.” The Adam’s apple in his throat bobbed, working as he swallowed. “Thank God you did.”
Chapter Nineteen
“I have to go inside,” Sadie said against Roman’s lips. He had her pinned against the wall outside her office, mouth on hers.
It was too early for the building to be open, so it was just the two of them in an empty hallway.
They’d slipped back so easily into the physical part of their relationship, and for the second time in her life, Sadie spent a weekend wrapped up in Roman Dvornakov. What was left of the weekend anyway.
