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Elenie had never felt so wanted. The ridge of his cock, pressing against her panties, flooded her with heat. The ache at her center was unbearable. She pulled him even closer with her legs and a growl rumbled deep in his chest. His huge hands, like brands on her bare thighs, lifted her roughly, rubbing her up and down against his erection. He caught her gasp on his lips.
“Oh God—” Roman pulled his mouth away, his chest heaving against her breasts. His face so close to hers that Elenie felt each rasping breath on her lips. Her eyes were unfocused. He held her, still trapped between his heavenly body and the door, and searched her face, his hair wild and tousled by her hands. “I have wanted to do that for so long.” The confession was a whisper in her ear. “I’ve been going quietly out of my mind all night.”
Chapter 28
Roman
“I think it might be the stripper dress.” Elenie’s laugh was wobbly.
He kissed her again because he couldn’t help himself. Dipping his head and tasting her soft, open lips, so deliciously warm and wet. Watching her eyelids flutter and close.
“It wouldn’t make any difference if you were wearing your uniform. It’s not the clothes. It’s you.”
Roman gentled his touch, worrying he’d already been too rough and knowing he was still dangerously near to tipping over the edge. It made no difference. The passion ignited again, raging in his blood, and his cock throbbed with the need to lay her down and drive into her beautiful, sexy body.
Leaning his forehead against hers, he bit off a curse. “I couldn’t watch him mauling you for one more minute. And now, I’m doing the same.”
He slowly lowered Elenie to her feet, catching his breath as she slid down his body, rubbing against the parts of him that throbbed. She caught her lip between her teeth, gray eyes fixed on his face as she tugged her dress back into place. The heat in his groin was intense, his hardness flexing against the fly of his pants.
“The difference is that I have been wanting you to touch me. I never dreamed you would feel the same.”
Roman’s laugh was hollow. “How could I not? You’re everything I see when you’re near me. You’re all I can look at. You’ve no idea how hard it’s been to hold back.”
The cautious smile that lit Elenie’s face dazzled him. Roman couldn’t tear his eyes away. Her body felt like perfection against him, his hands belonged in her hair. He couldn’t think of another time when he’d felt this connected to someone else. Even as he pulsed with wanting her, he could have held her like this forever.
Unable to resist, Roman dipped his head to take her lips again. Softly, he nibbled, tasted, and teased. Their tongues danced and flicked, touching and retreating. It was gentle, tender, and nowhere near enough.
“I need to go back.” Elenie’s voice was unsteady.
Her words were a rock in his chest even though he knew she was right.
Stepping away was torture. Elenie ran her hands over her body, smoothing down her dress, and he wished it was his hands pulling it back up again. Her eyes were luminous and her lips—made for the shadow-light brush of his mouth—velvet-soft and swollen. Roman’s muscles bunched beneath his clothes as he fought the urge to grab her and run.
She felt like his. He didn’t want to let her go.
With a chokehold on his restraint, he tucked a stray curl behind one of her ears. “You go first. I’ll give it some time before I follow.” He would need those minutes to get his body back under control. She nodded and turned to open the door. Roman stopped her with a hand on her elbow. “We’ll get through this. It’ll be OK.”
With a tiny quirk of her lips, Elenie slipped through the doorway.
Roman blew out a shaky breath, clenching his fists and his jaw at the thought of her returning to Perry’s side. He shouldn’t have kissed her. He knew he shouldn’t. His professional reserve lay in tatters and Roman couldn’t bring himself to give a fuck.
With the need still pulsing through him from the feel of Elenie’s body on his, he was prepared to walk through fire for the chance to hold her again. Gathering the shreds of his composure together in a steely grip, he strode back into the conference room, aching, unsettled, and more than a little pissed.
He re-joined his friends, fighting to keep his face neutral, and tried his best to focus on the conversation. And, all the while, Roman cursed his formal outfit, the incessant chatter of his ex-fiancée, and the scruffy hotel.
This wasn’t where he wanted to be when he realized how far gone he was over the bewitching woman in the stripper dress.
“We’re ready to head out,” Milo announced, at last, as the evening began to wind down. “Anyone else?” It turned out to be a popular suggestion.
They had to pass Craig and Elenie to reach the exit. Zena curled her hand around his elbow in an unwanted, possessive move. Roman wished he could remove it with his finger and thumb without looking like an ass. Perched on a stool at the bar, Elenie eyed them as they approached. He could still taste her on his lips.
Perry threw an arm around her shoulders. He gave Caitlyn a cocky smirk as she drew level. “Turns out your mate had no defense against my charm and persistence. Or maybe my money and my body. Who knows!”
He planted a bruising kiss on Elenie’s mouth and rage seared the lining of Roman’s lungs.
“I’ve met some pricks in my time but that guy’s a fucking cactus,” Milo muttered beside him, swooping in to wrap an armaround his wife’s waist. “Craig. Elenie.” Nodding goodnight, Milo led Caitlyn away before she could form a response.
Thea and Luke followed, Roman and Zena bringing up the rear.
