Page 66 of Deadly Secrets
He handed her a towel. “Any time.”
Dabbing at the sweat along her hairline, she let him take her hand to cut off the tape. His grasp was firm, holding her steady so he didn’t nick her skin.
“I’m sorry about earlier.” The concentration on his face, his closeness, made her pulse skitter and jump. “About not telling you what I remembered.”
“No pressure. I know you’ll tell me if you think it’s critical to our case.”
Was it? “I don’t think it is, but I’d like to tell you anyway.”
The tape fell away and Roman massaged her hand. His fingers were warm and strong as he kneaded each knuckle and tip. “I owe you an apology as well.”
“For what?”
His gaze, now tentative, rose to hers. “I can’t exactly expect you to share your past if I won’t share mine.”
She stroked a finger over his jaw where the day’s stubble already bloomed. “It’s okay. I understand.”
He took her still-taped hand and began gently removing the binding. “I never talk about it because it’s…”
“Too painful,” she finished for him. All she wanted to do was wrap her arms around him and kiss away that pain. “You’re so busy rescuing everyone else, you’ve never let anyone help you.”
“Brooke, I…”
Before he could say anything else, she leaned forward and kissed him.
It was just a soft kiss. One she hoped would convey how much she appreciated his friendship, everything he’d done for her in the past couple days. That she hoped for more…
As per normal, her attempt at seduction was less subtle than she’d planned. The moment her lips touched Roman’s he came up on his knees and cupped the back of her head, moving her backward. His lips demanded a deeper response, his tongue seeking access to her mouth.
She gave it to him, grabbing onto his shoulders, her thighs spreading to allow his body to come closer. He gripped her hips, sliding them toward him while at the same time, he ravaged her mouth.
Just like earlier that day, the chemistry between them ran hot and fast. Brooke’s already warm body ratcheted up another ten degrees. She was tired of cerebral sex—she wanted the real thing, and she wanted it now.
“Brooke,”—Roman drew back, his lips trailing across her jaw, down her neck. “We’re about to cross a line here.”
She laughed, the sound low and husky as it echoed in the training center. “Oh, Roman, we’ve had this conversation, and correct me if I’m wrong, but we crossed that line already. Do you really want to think about it now?”
God knew she didn’t. It wasn’t everyday that a Plain Jane like her got to have sex with her fantasy man. Since that night at the bar, with bullets flying and a hero saving her life, she’d done a one-eighty. Life was too wild, too messy, to hesitate and let an opportunity like this pass her by.
“If you’re okay with it, I am,” he murmured in her ear as his hands grabbed the hem of the tank top and drew it over her head.
His went next and they took turns fervently undressing each other while they snuck in kisses. Somewhere along the line, he produced a condom and she put it on him, enjoying the surprise on his face at her boldness.
Before she knew it, she was in the ring once more, on her back and spread eagle. Roman hovered above her, his eyes roaming over her breasts, her belly, lower. She did the same to him, letting her gaze feast on his incredible body, lingering on his erect cock that made her lick her lips.
Her breath caught as he bent his head and licked each of her nipples, sucking on them, before he dragged wet kisses down her belly. At the apex of her sex, his beautiful eyes looked up at her and his fingers kneaded her thighs.
He was so sexy, so powerful.
“Wait,” she said, her voice ragged. “The first time I come for you, I want you inside me.”
She saw his pupils grow bigger, darker. His nostrils flared and a moment later, he slid up her body once more, taking his time, nipping, licking, tonguing her. Her back arched, shoving her breasts into his hands, his mouth.
Wanton? Shit, she was downright shameless.
Heart kicking inside her chest, she spread her legs farther, loving the feel of his erection, of him. “I need you,” she said, reaching for him. “Now.”
But he grabbed her wrist and pulled her away, lifting the hand up and over her head. Pinning it against the floor of the ring where they’d just been sparring.
