“Room service?” I ask slowly, making sure that’s actually what she just said.
“Yes. I’m hungry, Roman. The least you can do is feed a woman before kicking her out of your hotel room.”
My cheeks grow warm. “I wasn’t going to kick you out.”
“Liar.”
Before I can try and lie again, she’s wiggling out of my grip. This time, I’m soft when we separate. Thank God for that.
Her glistening, naked figure steals all of my focus once she’s slipped from the king bed. The way she stands at the edge and pulls her arms above her head to stretch doesn’t come off as nonchalant as she’s intending, but I let it go. Her shoulders go taut as she yawns, rolling her neck.
“Feel free to join me once you’re done,” she murmurs before dropping her arms and swaying away.
My stare drops to the two dimples at the base of her back, then to the perfect peach of an ass that bounces slightly with each exaggerated step she takes.
I’m already up and following after her before she can make it out of the room.
Fuck breakfast. I’m much hungrier for something else.
26
BRIELLE
“What’s wrong with you?”
A smooth fingernail prods my cheek, forcing my attention from the game. I blink and swallow the excess saliva on my tongue.
“Huh?”
Aubrey leans into my shoulder and narrows her eyes, letting them pierce through me. “Something’s wrong with you.”
“There’s nothing wrong with me, Bree.”
“Don’t lie to me. You were limping up to our seats, and don’t think I forgot about the hickey.” She peruses the side of my neck, where, in fact, there is a decent-sized bruise. “Did you ditch us last night to get laid?”
I shrug, ignoring the firework show in my stomach. “Maybe.”
“Maybe? That’s all you’re going to give me? A freakingmaybe? Just because I have a boyfriend now doesn’t mean I don’t want to hear about your sex life.”
“Aubrey,” I groan, tucking my hair back. “Honestly, it was just some random guy. It wasn’t even that good.”
Liar, liar, pants on fire.
Not only was it not a random guy, but it was so incredible that even thinking about it makes me wet. I’ve got more bruisesthan the one I couldn’t get myself to hide on my throat, all of which came from Roman’s mouth. He didn’t mention them in our very, very long shower this morning, so clearly, he didn’t mind seeing them. Well, that or he simply trusted I wouldn’t be blabbing about who gave them to me.
For the last six hours, all I’ve done is run back every moment of last night in an attempt to relive it in my mind.
It’s insane how obsessed I am with him and the things we did. Not once have I felt so owned by a man without simultaneously feeling suffocated. He handled me with a confidence that screamed experience, but a softness that told me that he wouldn’t go too far. Without needing me to sit down and go over every single thing I liked and didn’t, he paid close enough attention to learn only by my physical reactions.
And it was to both of our benefits.
When I try and think back to how many times I came, my brain melts. The image of him is the clearest memory I have, which hasn’t exactly helped distract me.
Aubrey takes my hand in hers and squeezes hard enough to draw a wince from me. “Babe, I don’t need you to downplay anything. Finn takesverygood care of me.”
I snort in the back of my throat. “Yeah, he must. There’s no other reason why you’re so nice to him.”
“Coming from the girl who’s been giving ga-ga eyes to Roman Shore every chance she can get.”
