The second the lock clicked, Roman turned on me.
He backed me against the door, one hand braced beside my head, the other already shoving my T-shirt up. The cool air of the bedroom kissed my bare skin a second before his mouth did. He kissed a path down my throat, over my collarbone, then closed his lips around my n****e and sucked hard.
I arched with a broken sound, fingers threading into his hair. Three years of careful distance collapsed in the heat of his mouth on me. Roman made a low, rough noise against my skin and switched to the other breast, teeth grazing just enough to make me gasp.
“Still so sensitive,” he muttered. “Still make those pretty little sounds for me.”
He dropped to his knees.
I barely had time to process it before he hooked his fingers in the waistband of my sho
