lot. Hoping to distract myself from the empty, sinking feeling that had taken root in the pit of my stomach, I threw on my favorite pair of sweats, turned on some music, and started cleaning the house. I’d just finished vacuuming and was about to mop the floor when there was a knock at the door. Thinking it was Sydney stopping by, I shouted, “Come on in!”
I started filling my mop bucket with water but quickly turned it off when I heard a man’s voice. “You know, you should keep that front door locked. Otherwise, anyone could just walk right in.”
“Roman?” I whipped around and found him standing in the doorway of my kitchen. He was wearing his black leather jacket with a black fitted t-shirt and jeans, and the very sight of him sent a warm rush surging through my entire body. I straightened my t-shirt as I asked, “What are you doing here?”
“Came to see you.”
I crossed my arms as I leaned back against my counter. “And why is that?”
“Well, I was kinda hoping with the boys at their dad’s, you would’ve broken out the wine again.” A sexy smirk crossed his handsome face as he continued, “Don’t get me wrong. I’m not disappointed. You’re looking pretty hot in those fucking mom-sweats.”
“The man has jokes tonight.”
“You know why I’m here, Frankie.”
I turned around and pulled the bucket of water out of the sink. As I placed it on the floor, I told him, “No. Actually, I don’t.”
“I hoped we could talk.” He took a step towards me as he said, “I would’ve come sooner, but things have been a little crazy at the club.”
“Um-hmm.”
“That doesn’t mean I haven’t been thinking about you.” He stepped even closer. “Because I have. I’ve thought about you more than I care to admit, and I’ve done a lot of thinking about what you said at the house the other day.”
“And did you come to a decision?”
My breath hitched, and I could feel my body start to tense as I waited for him to answer. “Yes, but it wasn’t an easy decision. I’ve been with a lot of women, Frankie, but I’ve never been in a relationship, at least not the kind you’d expect from me.”
“You have no idea what I’d expect.”
“Oh, I think I do.” He lifted his hand to my face, softly brushing his calloused thumb across my cheek. “You’d want me to love, protect, and take care of you...and your boys. You’d expect me to cherish you and only you.” His thumb raked across my bottom lip as he said, “You’d want me to make love to you, to touch you...fuck you, make your body feel things it’s never felt before. To make you feel alive in ways you’ve never dreamed of...Am I close?”
“Um-hmm,” was the only answer I could give. I was too entranced by those dark eyes and the feel of his hand on my body. His words burned through me, setting every nerve in my body on fire. I inhaled a quick breath, trying my best to break the spell he’d put me under, but it was no use. I was too far gone.
“That’s what I thought.” His eyes turned fierce as he said, “You know, it would be one thing if that was all that you’d expect from me, but it’s not. You’d want me to let you in, you’d want to try and break the demons that have taken root inside of me. You’d want to heal me, but Frankie, there’s no healing a man like me. You need to know that.”
“I have demons of my own, Roman. They might be different from yours, but they’re still there. And at times, they can be as big and scary as yours.”
“So, we’re two broken souls. Do you really think you and I could ever make this thing work?”
In just a short time, he’d taken my world by storm, making me feel things I never dreamed possible, and as much as it scared me, I wanted it. I wanted him. “I’m willing to try. The question is, are you?”
Without any further hesitation, he reached for me, pulling me closer to him as his mouth found mine. An eager moan echoed through the room when his tongue brushed against mine. My hands roamed across the ridges of his chest as he deepened the kiss. I’d never felt such a strong desire for a man. With just a simple touch he sent a surge of heat coursing through my