Striding across the floor, he stuck his head into the open doorway of the bedroom. All the blood rushed out of his head. He should've knocked.
He.
Should've.
Fucking.
Knocked.
Roma was on her bed, half-dressed, legs spread as she leaned back against the pillows. In her hand was something small and unmistakable—vibrating low enough that he could hear it even over the pounding in his ears. Her other hand moved slowly between her thighs, guiding, teasing. Exploring.
Kodiak should have backed out, closed the door, and walked away like a man with any damn sense of self-control.
But his body refused to move. The blood in his veins grew hot and heavy, thick with arousal. He'd never wanted anything more than to stay there and see what she'd do next. He bit his tongue. Her name burned behind his ribs like a brand.
And then she looked at him.
No shock. No shame. Just a slow, knowing curve of her mouth—like she had waited for this exact moment her whole life.
Her hand never paused. The toy in her palm softly hummed against her skin, and her breath caught slightly, as if seeing him had heightened her pleasure.
As if he were part of her fantasy now.
Kodiak's jaw clenched. "Where are the keys, Roma?"
Her eyelids drooped halfway, lashes casting shadows on her flushed cheeks. Her answer was a breath.
Kodiak stood at the threshold of her room, tense and breathing heavily. The sight of her, the way she moved, and how her eyes never left his had to be the most erotic sight he'd ever seen. And dangerous. Jesus Christ. He wanted her.
Roma blinked slowly. She pressed the vibrator in a little deeper, the muscles in her inner thighs twitching. Her lips parted around a sound that tumbled out from deep in her soul.
And he felt it like a shot to the chest.
This wasn't about retrieving the keys. Not anymore.
This was about control.
About every moment, he'd circled Roma, too careful, too proud, too fucking loyal to Chopper to touch his little girl. And now she was daring him to cross a line he'd spent too long putting in place because he knew if he touched her, he'd get burnt.
Kodiak stepped into the room, slow and heavy, like his body had a mind of its own. "You're playing a dangerous game, Roma." His chest rose and fell like he'd come from a fight. "You can't do this to me."
Roma's lips parted.
She was playing to win.
Her breath was ragged now, hips lifting into her hand, the vibrator trailing slick and slow across her wet pussy. Her head dropped back against the pillow, but her gaze never left him.
He could see it now, under the defiance.
The need.
Not to be watched.
But to be seen.
To beundonesexually.
His fingers flexed at his sides, every nerve in his body pulled tight. She was everything he shouldn't touch and everything he couldn't fucking stop thinking about.
