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her hip and urges it lower. And I’m so weak for this woman I let her guide my hand between her legs. “Oh god, yes, right there!”
Hearing her moans makes me snap. I keep the hand between her legs, working her over while my other grabs the side of her face to bring her mouth down to mine. I know she’s drunk and will probably hate herself for throwing herself at me tonight, or maybe not remember it at all, but I know I will. I’ll give her the orgasm she needs, but that’s where I draw the line. I may hurt for weeks after not getting any relief of my own, but it will be worth it.
Chapter Fifteen
Charlotte
The next morning, I wake up to the room spinning. It takes a few minutes for me to get my eyes to stay open long enough to figure out what room I’m even in.
“Morning, sunshine!” Roman says, or more like yells the greeting, making my head throb and reminding me I’m at his house and in his bedroom. “How did you sleep?”
I blink my eyes open to find him standing at the foot of his bed, fully dressed in jeans and his leather cut, curly hair still damp from a shower, looking too good to be real.
“Like…like a dead woman,” I answer despite cotton mouth making it more difficult than usual.
“Not surprised. You snored.”
“Snored?” I repeat in disbelief.
“Yep. Loudly. Kept waking me up.”
Oh great. How humiliating that I’m not only a guest of this gorgeous man’s but I woke him up snoring. I just want to dig a hole and bury myself in it. But since that’s not an option at the moment, I decide to pull the covers over my head until he leaves. That’s when I notice a distinct lack of clothing on my body – as in none!
“Where are my clothes?” I exclaim when I jerk the covers down and my hair blows all in my face.
“You took them off,” Roman replies. “You don’t remember getting naked in the hot tub?”
“No!”
“You did. Then you kept climbing up on me, begging me to take my boxer briefs off and fuck you.”
“No, I didn’t,” I gasp as I sit up in bed while clutching the sheets to my bare chest. I can’t believe Roman has seen me completely naked! So much for Adam being the only man who has seen all of my flesh…
“You did.”
“Oh,” I reply since Roman isn’t a liar, a fact I’m certain of. “And? Did we…you know?” I ask as I comb my hair out of my burning red face.
“No, we didn’t,” he responds, which is a relief. “Well, we did stuff, but we didn’t fuck. I knew you were drunk and not thinking straight.”
“So, what exactly did we do?” I ask him.
“That…is something you’ll have to remember on your own,” he responds with a grin. “If you can’t, then it’s like it never happened; right?”
“But something did happen?”
“Oh, yeah. Something happened all right. You were persistent, and despite my repeated refusals, I eventually caved.”
“You refused and yet I kept asking…”
“I wouldn’t say ask. More like begged,” he says smugly. “Now, I would love to stay and torture you a little longer with all the details, but I have to get to work. See you later?”
“Unless I dissolve into a huge puddle of embarrassment before then.”
“Don’t be too hard on yourself,” Roman says with a chuckle. “You’ve gone through a lot lately and are worried about Tessa. So what if you drank a little too much and let loose? Only you and I were there.”
“You were there. I was…not in my right mind apparently.”
Chuckling, Roman says, “I knew you would react this way, so I’m glad I kept my hands to myself. Mostly. I did put one where you demanded it…” With that final hint, he heads out the bedroom door. “See you tonight, Charlotte!”
“Bye,” I call out. When the door shuts, I flop back down on the mattress since I’m not yet ready to get out of bed and face the reality of the night before.
What the hell did we do? Or did I do?
Closing my eyes tight to ease the relentless throbbing headache, I try and focus on what I actually do remember from yesterday. I went to see Tessa; she asked me to break up with Paul; I did and felt horrible, so I stopped at the store to grab a bottle of wine that I immediately went to work on as soon as