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She yawned and snuggled back into me even deeper. “I’m not too worried.”

Closing my eyes, I soaked in the feel of her, deciding I liked this. I wasn’t fond of the circumstances that led me into her bed, but now that I was here, I couldn’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be.

“Goodnight, Goldie girl.”

“Goodnight, Wim.”

Chapter Twenty-seven

Shira

Last night had beena blur. There had been no time to get nervous about sharing my bed with Roman. I’d been too worried about Ben and scurrying around to make things perfect for his stay.

That was twenty-four hours ago, and I’d spent most of it working myself into a lather. It was the weekend. I had no excuse to leave, and for some inexplicable reason, Roman and Ben had hung around my house all day. Ben spent most of it milking his injury and playing with Mary, who was in heaven from all the attention. Roman hovered over his brother and me, cooking all our meals and asking if we were comfortable every few minutes. And I got to witness Roman and Ben’s deep, magical bond.

They seemed to live on the same wavelength and often didn’t bother to finish sentences. Their unabashed love for each other made my chest feel too full and tragically hollow all at once.

Now, Ben was in the guest room with Mary again, Roman was closing up the house, and I was stalling in my en suite bathroom.

With Roman no longer on edge with fear of his twin dying during the night, I couldn’t help thinking back to our conversation in the limo. As I washed my face in preparation for bed, it almost felt like I was back at MHC being escorted to room ten. My toes curled into the bath mat below my feet, and my heart jammed into my throat.

I put on the one nightgown I owned that still fit. A stretchy, black cotton number with spaghetti straps. The lace edge hit midthigh, and my breasts, which had always been big and had just gotten bigger the past few months, threatened to spill out of the bodice.

It might’ve been too obvious, but this was as brave as I got. Roman could take my message and run with it, or he could let me off the hook by pretending he didn’t understand what I was offering.

I really hope he took me. My panties were wet from the anticipation of what might happen, and my sex was swollen and achy.

With a deep breath, I opened the door and slipped into the bedroom. The lights were dim, but I made out Roman’s mountainous frame easily. He was sitting on the side of the bed, his feet planted on the floor, watching me as I made my way across the room.

As I came near, he held his hand out. “Come here, Goldie.”

I let him tug me close until I was standing between his spread legs. With him sitting and me standing, we were face to face.

“Look at you,” he murmured, dragging his gaze over me with undisguised appreciation. “All this for me.”

He started at my hips, tracing the shape with his huge hands. Kneading and caressing, his hands moved to my ass, upper thighs, the line of my back, ending at my breasts. There, he took his time, weighing them in his palms, shaping his hands around them. Then he leaned forward and groaned as he buried his face in the valley of my cleavage, his breath hot on my already sizzling flesh.

One hand trailed down to cup me between my legs, and another deep, guttural groan traveled up his throat when he encountered the damp fabric sticking to my lower lips. Nudging it aside, his fingers parted my slit and slid from my beaded clit to my drenched opening.

“So wet, Shira.” He opened his mouth over my nipple, drawing deep while he teased my sensitive flesh below. A quiver traveled up my legs, weakening my knees, so I grabbed onto his shoulders to steady myself. “Yes, baby. I want you to touch me while I make you come.”

Slamming my eyes shut was the only way I could let myself explore him. I ran my hands down his back and gathered his T-shirt in my fists to touch his skin. Warm and smooth, I traced the lines of his lateral muscles. I’d never felt anything like this, the rippling and definition, his breadth, the strength his body housed. All of it under my fingertips, his kisses and caresses grew more fervent.

“Yeah. Like that,” he drawled, his mouth next to my nipple. “Like your hands on me, Shir.”

His mouth suddenly covering mine was a surprise. My lips parted in a gasp, allowing his tongue to plunge inside. I whimpered, leaning into him, and Roman cradled an arm beneath my ass, sweeping me off my feet. I spread my legs to straddle his lap and dug my fingers in his hair.

He positioned me over his bulge and pressed me down on him. Through thin layers of cotton, my clit hit the hard ridge of hiscock, and I nearly doubled over from my nerve endings sparking to life. Our lips grazed as I gasped, and he exhaled, giving me the air my body desperately sought.

“Ride it, Shir. I feel you shaking.” He formed those words with kisses to my mouth and chin. “Come on, baby.”

I rocked and rocked, clinging to his neck, my legs spread so wide to accommodate his huge, muscular thighs. He had my hips and backside in his palms, moving me, grinding me down on him. It didn’t take long. In fact, if I hadn’t felt how rock hard he was and couldn’t hear his heavy, needy breaths, I would have been embarrassed by how quickly I fell apart. But Roman was just as desperate. Everything was different now, but we both wanted more of each other—of what we’d had that night in room ten.

Roman shifted, freeing his cock from his sweats. He rubbed his bare flesh against mine, the wide head along my pulsing clit, making light explode behind my eyelids.

“Rome,” I moaned. “That’s…”

“So good,” he filled in. “So damn good. Gonna get better now.”

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