Stepping closer, he lifts a hand and softly grazes my cheek. “I shouldn't have laid one goddamn finger on you. That was my first mistake." Anger kindles in his eyes as he rasps, “Now the floodgates have been opened, and there's no turning back. I walked away earlier and allowed you to run back to that other guy. What I should have done is taken what I wanted. I should have thrown you over my shoulder, carried you out of the club, and taken you home myself."
Desire rushes through me, warming me from the inside out. It's something only he is capable of stirring to life. I don't understand why, but feel addicted to it nevertheless.
I know I should tell him to leave, but the words stick in my throat as I bask in his gentle touch.
Roman caresses my other cheek. “I'm going to f**k yo
