Chapter 143
Anna’s POV
Roman’s eyes flashed with anger.
“You’re scared of failing,” I continued, the words pouring out now, “so you don’t even try. You have these contract relationships so you can control everything and everyone. So you don’t have to feel anything real. You’re like a robot, Roman. You’re not fully living. You’re imprisoned by your own rules, locked up in your million-dollar penthouse, and one day you’re going to wake up.”
Before I could finish, Roman kissed me.
His mouth crashed against mine with a ferocity that stole the breath from my lungs. I gasped against his lips, and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss. His tongue slid against mine in a way that made every nerve ending come alive.
My hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him closer, needing more even though I couldn’t think straight.
He tasted like coffee, rich and delicious.
His teeth grazed my bottom lip, and I moaned into his mouth.
The sound seemed to unlock something in him because suddenly his hands were everywhere. One threaded through my hair, tilting my head back to give him better access. The other gripped my hip hard.
He lifted me onto the counter in one smooth motion, stepping between my legs.
His hands gripped my waist, holding me in place as the kiss turned absolutely filthy. His hips pressed against mine, and I could feel the hard length of him through his sweatpants.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer, and he groaned into my mouth. The sound vibrated through me.
His hand slid up my thigh, possessive and demanding, and I arched into him, chasing the friction, the heat, the overwhelming sensation of being completely consumed by him
When we finally broke apart, I was breathing hard, my mind spinning. My lips felt swollen, my body aching with need
“Why did you do that?” I demanded, even as my fingers teased the buttons of his shirt, wanting to feel his skin under my
hands.
Roman’s eyes were dark and heated. “To shut you up. You wouldn’t stop. That was the best I could think of.”
1 scoffed, though my voice came out breathless. “You asked for it And now you can’t take the heat. Did I strike a nerve?”
He scowled. “No.”
I knew he was lying. I could see it in the way his eyes wouldn’t quite meet mine.
“Liar.”
Roman deflected smoothly, his voice dropping an octave. “You know what? You look incredibly sexy in my shirt.”
Heat flooded my cheeks as Roman’s fingers slid up my thighs, slow and sensual, leaving trails of fire in their wake.
His touch was confident, claiming, like he had every right to explore my body.
My breath hitched.
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Then he rasped, his voice rough with desire, “How did you even get my shorts to fit you?”
I felt shy suddenly, acutely aware of how little I was wearing, how exposed I was. “I… um…”
Before I could finish, Roman shushed me by placing a finger against my lips. His eyes were locked on mine with an intensity that made my core clench.
“Don’t tell me,” he murmured.
His fingers slid underneath the shirt, across my bare stomach, and I shivered at the contact.
He leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. “I’d rather find out for myself.”
Oh God.
My heart was hammering so hard I was sure he could feel it. His hand continued its exploration, tracing the curve of my waist and the dip of my hip, while his other hand slipped into the waistband of the shorts.
His fingers were warm against my skin, teasing the edge, so close to where I needed him most. My core was throbbing and aching, and every brush of his fingertips sent sparks shooting through me.
He traced the edge of the waistband, his touch maddeningly light. I could feel the heat of his hand and how close his fingers were to my center. It was driving me insane.
Then he paused, his fingers finding the knot I’d tied.
“You tied them,” he teased, amusement clear in his voice.
I had. I’d used the drawstring to cinch them at my waist.
I tried to salvage some dignity. “Well, they were two sizes too big What did you expect me to do, let them fall off?”
Roman’s thumb traced lazy circles just above my hip bone, his touch sending shivers down my spine. “Very resourceful and sexy.”
His fingers dipped lower, and my breath hitched.
While he was speaking with Elena, I had rummaged through his closet and thrown on the first shirt and shorts I co wasn’t wearing any panties.
If he kept going, he would know.
“What are you doing?” I breathed, though I wasn’t sure I wanted him to stop.
His hand slid lower and he smirked, his fingers playing with the knot I’d tied. “What does it look like I’m doing?”
He tugged at the drawstring, loosening it slightly, and the shorts Klipped lower on my hips.
I’m exploring,” he continued, his voice a low rumble that went straight to my core. “Making sure you’re properly dressed.”
“Roman…” I breathed his name like a warning, though it came out more like a plea.
Inside, I was screaming. Part of me wanted to stop this, to push im away before we crossed a line we couldn’t come back
from.
But the other part, the one currently in control, wanted him to keep going. To touch me. To make me feel everything.
His fingers continued their exploration, tracing patterns on my kin, dipping just beneath the fabric but never quite giving me what I desperately wanted.
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He was teasing me. Arrogant jerk.
“You’re not going to stop me?” he asked, his lips brushing the shell of my ear.
“I should,” I managed, though my body was betraying me, arching into his touch.
“But you won’t.”
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