She was still wearing my shirt but had added gray sweatpants rolled up several times over at the waistband.
She looked fucking good in my clothes, and a possessive part of me roared to life at the image.
She glared at me. “Don't look so satisfied. This is only a slightly better alternative to only wearing a shirt in front of you.”
I stalked toward her. She caught on too late. I had my arms wrapped around her waist and pushed her against the wall, my body crowding her.
I glided the tip of my nose across her jawline, smiling when I heard her breath stutter.
“Do you really think this bit of fabric can protect you from me? Besides, I have already seen everything, and trust me when I say, the image of you naked is so ingrained in my memory, I would still remember it well into my nineties.”
“If you live that long,” she said darkly.
I laughed.
She slammed both hands in my chest and looked up at me, the storm back in her eyes.
“Shall we test out this theory?” I asked.
Rather than give her time to make a decision, I pulled both of her legs up until they wrapped around my waist. I pushed up against her, lining us up in the best way possible.
Her head moved to the side. “Roman.”
I couldn't tell from the tone of her voice if it was a plea or protest. And fuck if I could think straight. Not when she felt so good in my arms.
Like she belonged here and nowhere else.
My lips found the side of her neck, and I suckled on the soft skin there, pushing up against her even more.
Her fingernails dug into the skin on my back, and she bit her bottom lip.
I pulled away and took her in. Those pale eyes of hers had gotten dark from arousal, and it was driving me fucking crazy. There would be very little I wouldn’t do for that look in her eyes. I pushed in against her once more.
A small moan escaped her lips, and I made it my life's mission to get her to make as many of those seductive noises as possible.
I pressed a small smile on her skin before pulling back.
We didn't say anything for a moment, and not for the first time. I wished I could read Ryleigh’s mind. Slowly, I helped her unwrap her legs from me and pulled back half a foot.
Frustration tinged her eyes, and I winked. “Let's eat. Unless you want me to have you for breakfast.”
She let out a small sigh. “Not happening.”
“Don’t say things you don’t mean.”
She grabbed the rag I had used to wipe down the counter last night and threw it at me. I chuckled and easily ducked out of the way, setting about making her some breakfast.
5
RYLEIGH
Like dinner last night,we ate breakfast in silence.
I tried not to look over at him.
I failed on several occasions.
At this point, I didn’t even try to work out the confusing mess of my emotions.
