I flicked the light switch, but nothing worked, so I presumed the power was still out.
“Roman…” Her voice was soft, teasing.
“That won’t work, little menace.”
“I’m cold and wet. You can’t just leave me like this,” she pouted.
Taking her by the elbow, I pulled her towards the bathroom, grabbing some towels before heading across the hall to the guest room, the whole time never letting her out of my sight.
“I need to get you out of these wet things.”Fuck, how far was I going to take this? She could probably have me arrested on multiple counts already, and I was about to add more to the list.
I lit a candle on the dresser, casting a low glow across the room, before kicking off my soaking shoes, pulling off my hoodie, and then my shorts, leaving me standing there naked.
“Jesus,” she whispered, her eyes landing on my cock. “Why are you naked… fuck, why are you hard… and so big? Is that a tattoo on your…” Her words tumbled from her lips like she couldn’t quite work out what was going on. And she’d be right to be freaked out—to her, I was a stranger, although to me, she was as familiar to me as my reflection in the mirror on the vanity.
I ignored her and reached for a towel, quickly drying off my hair and chest, before wrapping it around my waist, my cock tenting the cotton. “I need your permission to undress you.”
She shook her head, but I noticed how fast her pulse hammered in her neck and that her pupils were blown wide, turning her hazel eyes almost black.
“What? No. You’ve seriously got a screw loose. Untape my wrists so I can walk out of here, and we can pretend this little incident didn’t happen.”
I closed the distance between us, skimming my knuckles across her cheek, moving the wet hair back from her beautiful face. “You’re not going anywhere. It’s too dangerous. And I don’t trust you not to run, so give me permission, or you can stand here and freeze until the storm stops.”
“When the storm stops, you’ll let me go.” It wasn’t a question, her voice firm and commanding. It sent a shiver down my spine.
“As soon as it passes, I’ll take you home, but that might be hours.”
The weather warnings had been all over the news, but the storm had hit way before it was meant to. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, nibbling her lip. “Fine. I promise not to run. Can you untie me?” She batted her eyelashes as if she expected me to fall for that.
“No. Do I have your permission to help you dry off?”
“No,” she fired back.
I lifted and dropped one shoulder. “Okay, then. Make yourself at home.”
She twisted so I could see her bound hands. God, she looked good tied up.
“Erm…”
I shrugged again. “I gave you a chance, Hana.” And with that, I turned and walked towards the bedroom door.
“Roman,” she cried, but I carried on moving. “For fuck’s sake. Fine, you have my permission.”
I froze, swallowing hard as it dawned on me what I’d asked for. To strip her naked, to touch her body while I dried her off.The woman I’d spent ten years obsessively hunting down and watching. I wasn’t sure I should do this… if I could trust myself. Could I hold back?
“All talk and no action, Roman?” She let out a sigh. “Well, that is disappointing. I thought with that hard cock you were going to get all feral on me, strip off my clothes, and bend me over so you can show me what a bad girl I’ve been, disobeying you.”
Unbelievably, my cock swelled even more at her words, my balls aching, their weight pulling, reminding me how long it had been since I’d been inside a woman: 6 years, three months, and twenty-four days, to be precise.
Coincidentally, the same number of days I’d been watching Hana.
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He turned,and I gasped, because Roman looked a lot on a typical day, but right now, he looked lethal. His cobalt-blue eyes had darkened, his jaw ticked as he clenched it, and that cock. Jesus, that monster cock I’d caught a glimpse of earlier—the one with the tattoo—tented his towel.
I licked my lips, desperate to see how far I could push him.
