Normally I just lay my head on his chest and cuddle into his side, but tonight I have other ideas. If I’m going to be leaving soon then I want to make the best of what little time we have left.
I lift my head and press my lips against his. He tastes like minty toothpaste with a hint of leftover whiskey. Deepening the kiss, I drag my tongue over his bottom lip, nudging him to let me in. His lips part and our tongues meet. He strokes my tongue with his gently, caressing me, making the heat in my womb bloom. Following my body’s instinct I press up onto my hands and knees, throwing a leg over his body to straddle him.
I feel his erection pressed up against my thigh, but when I start moving Roman grabs my hips, gripping them hard enough to stop my movements.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, confused. I can feel how much he wants me, and clearly, I want him, so I don’t understand what the problem is.
“Let’s just go to sleep okay?”
“Why? Did I do something wrong?” I pout, rejection slamming into me. I know I’m inexperienced, but I thought I was doing okay. Our first time was days ago, and I’m ready to do it again.
“No…you didn’t do anything.” He lifts my chin, forcing me to look up at him. “I just…I can’t do this right now. It has nothing to do with you. Your safety is the most important thing for me, and in my current state, it would be too easy to lose control.”
“You didn’t lose control last time, plus I trust you.” I shouldn’t trust him. Not when he’s taking these drugs that mess with his mind, but I could never picture him hurting me. I want to argue with him, tell him to stop taking the stupid pills and then he won’t have to worry anymore, but I won’t. There’s no point.
“Last time I wasn’t as high as I am now. It’s not safe, and I don’t have the patience to argue with you. Just go to sleep Sophie.”
Defeated, I slump down next to him and re-adjust the blanket on top of me. It takes me a long time to drift off to sleep, but with Roman’s arm holding me tightly against him, I finally do.
31
Roman
A blood curdling scream rips me from my dreamless sleep. My eyes fly open, but it takes me a few moments to register the mass chaos taking place around me. My chest rises and falls rapidly as I take in my surroundings. I’m in my bedroom, the only light coming from the night, making it hard to see.
My still drug hazed mind makes me slower than usual...my mind is whirling when a fist connects with my jaw. My head snaps back as pain shoots through my cheek. I stagger back a step, but then another scream just as loud and frightened as the last one pierces my ears.
At the sound I find my footing again, and everything becomes crystal clear inside my mind. I whip my gaze around the room, finding two guys in the bedroom. One is standing in front of me, the one that just punched me in the face. While the other one is standing a few feet away, maintaining a tight grip on Sophie.
Sophie!
The guy swings at me again, but this time, I see his fist coming. I duck to the side, twist and jab him in the gut. He bends over and I take this opportunity to follow up with a right hook. He goes from bending over to bending backwards in half a second. His whole body contorts in pain before he crumbles to the floor like the sack of shit he is.
I want to kick the shit out of him next, but my focus turns to Sophie first. The other guy is attempting to pull her toward the door, and there is no way in hell I’m letting him get away with her. A low whimper meets my ears and I lose it. My limbs move with inhuman speed. He only takes a single step in the time it takes me to cross the entire room.
Fire pumps in my veins and all I can think about is saving Sophie, protecting her no matter what.
A feral growl slips past my gritted teeth and the intruder lets go of her. She sags to the floor, and I grab her arms and pull her behind me while