I patted the space next to me.
She looked at the door once more.
“Ryleigh. I give you my word. We’re just going to sleep, but if you leave this room, I will get up and haul your ass back to bed. I’m in the mood to play, but I doubt you would want me to chase you… would you?”
She bit her bottom lip before hesitantly walking closer to me.
She pulled the covers back and climbed in, trying to stay as far away from me as physically possible.
Her back was to me, so I didn’t bother to hide my reaction.
I smiled and reached over to turn off the lamp.
I had never smiled more than I did when I was with her.
Prison didn’t exactly give me plenty of reasons to smile about.
My childhood was nothing to smile about.
In the club, when I did smile, it was never in amusement. And people tended to feel uncomfortable when I smiled at them.
I lay back down on the bed and wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her in close to me.
She tensed.
“You told me we were just going to sleep.”
I rolled my eyes. “We are.”
I buried my face in the back of my neck and closed my eyes.
“Roman?”
I squeezed her against me. “Sleep, Ryleigh.”
It took a few moments before I finally felt her body relax against me, and then she finally went to sleep.
I stayed up most of the night watching her before sensing dawn peeking through the window.
When I didn’t think I could stay awake any longer, I reached inside the bedside drawers and pulled out a pair of handcuffs, cuffing it around her wrist and one of my own.
Then I snuggled back against her and went to sleep.
* * *
I knewI was drifting between sleep and consciousness. Knew it was my dream—a fucking fantasy happening—when I saw my sole obsession climbing over my body and holding me close to her.
“Roman,” she whispered, and it took everything in me not to reach out and grab her. Keep her close to me.
She moved on top of me, her warm, tiny body pressing down on my hard-on and driving me insane.
I let out a small groan when she whispered my name once more.
“Roman.”
Fuck.
Her voice was heaven and hell all rolled up into one. She had the kind of voice that could ruin a man like me.
