Chapter 7
Widow
Ileft Frankie’s place with the mindset I wouldn’t be seeing her or her boys again.
That didn’t mean I hadn’t thought about them.
It seemed I couldn’t get them off my mind.
Hearing the stories Corry had shared about his piece of shit father got to me.
Hell, they haunted me. I hated to think that he or Frankie had been forced to suffer a past so similar to my own, but Corry had something I didn’t have.
He had a mother who was strong enough to find a way out.
But that was Frankie. Strong and determined.
A woman who would stop at nothing to protect the people she loved.
When I’d given her my number, I never actually thought she’d use it, so I was surprised she’d texted to thank me for dropping off the new spare.
I was even more surprised when she called to tell me she was sitting alone in her coffee shop drinking fucking wine.
Not only that, she was pretty insistent that I come see her.
I couldn’t tell her no—not after hearing the low, intoxicating tone in her voice.
I told myself I was just going to check on her, that she’d been drinking and I needed to make sure she made it home okay.
Deep down, I knew that wasn’t the case and I was fucking up, but that didn’t stop me from getting on my bike and driving over there.
When I pulled up to the shop, there was only one light on, and I didn’t see any sign of Frankie anywhere.
I knocked on the door, and after several seconds, I spotted her walking in my direction.
I was pleased to see that she seemed to be walking just fine.
In fact, she looked in complete control as she turned the lock and opened the door.
She batted those long eyelashes at me and smiled. “Hey.”
“Hey.” I stepped inside and waited for her to lock the door behind me. “You doing okay?”
“Better now.”
“Is that right?”
“Um-hmm.”
“How’s that wine treatin’ ya?”
“It’s made me forget what an asshole my ex-husband is, so I’d say it’s treating me pretty good.” Her eyes skirted around the room as she said, “I probably should’ve waited until I got home to open the bottle, but then...I probably wouldn’t be seeing you right now if I did that.”
Her eyes darkened as her gaze drifted to my lips.
I’d seen that look in enough women to know what she was thinking.
Hell, I was thinking the same damn thing, and I knew it would only lead to trouble.
Big fucking trouble. I took a step back, hoping a little distance would ease the burning need I was feeling.
Unfortunately, it didn’t ease a damn thing.
She was so damn beautiful, so fucking tempting.
I knew it was wrong to want her like I did, but I couldn’t seem to stop myself.
Hell, it took all I had in me to fight the urge to reach for her and pull her close.
Damn. “Frankie, I’m not sure what you have in mind here, but you should really think about it. ”
“I’ve already thought about it. I’ve thought about it a lot actually.”
“And what exactly have you been thinking?”
“I’ve been thinking that you should kiss me.”
Her words caught me by surprise. From the moment I’d met her, she’d seemed reserved and a bit guarded, so I hadn’t expected her to be so brazen.
But I liked it. Hell, I fucking loved it.
I leaned forward with my mouth hovering over hers for what seemed like a lifetime, giving her a chance to stop me.
When she didn’t resist or show the slightest hesitation, I lowered my mouth to hers and kissed her, long and hard.
I hadn’t wanted to let myself admit it, but it was a kiss I’d been waiting for since the moment we’d met.
I felt her body tremble as I delved further into her mouth, exploring every inch with my tongue.
A light moan of need escaped her throat as we both inched closer.
Damn. I’d tried to fight it, but I wanted this woman.
I wanted every fucking inch of her, and if this kiss was any indication, she felt the same.
Things were starting to get heated, really fucking heated, so I stepped back, breaking our embrace.
Disappointment filled her crystal blue eyes as she muttered, “Did I do something wrong?”
“No, Frankie. You didn’t do anything wrong. As far as I’m concerned, you did everything right.” My eyes left hers as I said, “But you’ve been drinking. I need to know this isn’t just the wine talking.”
“It’s not the wine, Widow. I know what I want.”
“Roman.” It was a name no one had called me in years, but standing there with her in my arms, I needed to hear it. I needed to hear it from her. “When it’s just us...call me Roman.”
“Roman. Umm. The name suits you.”
“I need you to be sure about this, Frankie.” There was no doubt I wanted to fuck her.
Hell, I craved her and couldn’t wait to bury my cock deep inside her, but before I could do that, I had to let her know where I stood.
“Can’t promise you anything more than tonight.
This moment. Right here. Right now. After that, there are no guarantees. ”
“Okay, but that doesn’t change anything.” I held her gaze as she lifted her hand to my face, gently running her fingertip across my bottom lip. “I want this, Roman, and that’s not the wine talking. It’s me. All me.”
I have no idea who moved first, but the next thing I knew, her lips were back on mine.
A light moan vibrated through her chest when my tongue slid across her bottom lip with a lazy glide, and my hand gripped the back of her neck for better access as I delved deeper into her mouth.
My tongue tangled with hers as she arched her hips towards me.
Her fingers dove into my hair, and she pulled me towards her, crashing her mouth against mine in a hungry kiss.
The kiss quickly became heated, making my cock throb with need.
I’d never wanted anyone like I wanted her. Everything about her got to me.
Her scent.
The soft caress of her lips.
The warmth of her body pressed against mine.
The uncontrollable need that burned inside of me whenever she was close.
It was too much. I couldn’t fucking resist. Not a single moment longer. I took a charging step forward, pinning her back against the counter. I looked down at her and watched the rise and fall of her chest as she tried to control the rush of need coursing through her veins.
“Dammit, woman. You’re killing me,” I told her as my hand dropped to her jeans.
With a quick twist, I undid the button, then slipped my hand down between her legs.
A light hiss escaped her lungs when I eased the lining of her lace panties to the side and grazed her center with the tips of my fingers—my already hard cock pulsed against my zipper when I found she was already soaked. “You’re so fuckin’ wet.”
She gasped as I used my free hand to undo the first few buttons of her blouse—just enough to reveal her perfectly round breasts.
I cupped her breast in my hand, loving the feel of her delicate skin against my own.
Her nipple was hard and begging for my mouth.
I slid her bra strap down, and with her eyes on mine, I lowered my mouth and began swirling my tongue around her sensitive flesh.
Her head fell back as she moaned, “Oh God.”
I nipped and sucked, relishing the sounds of her little moans and whimpers as I teased her with my tongue and my teeth.
Becoming impatient, she reached for the waistband of her jeans.
Desire flashed through her eyes as she lowered them, along with her panties, to the floor.
Seeing her standing before me in nothing but her white button down took my fucking breath away.
“You have any idea how bad I want you right now?”
“Um-hmm.” She purred. “Just as much as I want you.”
I started to lift her up on the counter when she glanced behind us at all the store front windows. I knew what she was thinking even before she muttered, “Office. Office. Office.”
“Where?”
She pointed down the hall. Without a moment’s hesitation, I lifted her up, and she wrapped her legs around me as I carried her into her office.
I was pleased to find that she had a large desk centered in the back of the room.
I quickly carried her over to it and lowered her onto the wood surface.
I was so thirsty for her that I could barely think as I eased her legs over my shoulders and lowered my mouth between her thighs.
She inhaled a deep breath when the bristles of my beard brushed against her soft skin, her back arching off the table as my tongue skimmed across her smooth center.
I spread her trembling legs wider, and a needful moan echoed through the room as I began to nip and suck her delicate flesh.
“Damn, baby. You taste so fucking good...like fucking heaven.”
Frankie’s breath became uneven and hitched as I slipped my finger deep inside her.
Focused and unrelenting, I teased her g-spot with a slow and steady rhythm.
Her hips inched forward as she tensed around me, and goosebumps prickled across her skin.
Loving how her beautiful body responded to my touch, I continued grazing and teasing her clit with my tongue, tormenting her as she writhed beneath me.
Overcome by her impending release, her hips lifted up from the desk, begging for me to give her more.
I instantly drove another finger deep inside her while I played with her clit using the pad of my thumb until she got exactly what she needed.
Her head thrashed back as she gasped, “Yes!”
“That’s it, baby.” Adding more pressure, I demanded, “Come for me.”