73. Isabel
When that stone hit my window, my heart leapt to my throat. I opened my curtain and there Roman was in the window across the street, elegantly rumpled from his sleep, looking at me the way he always did. With such reverence and dedication. It was difficult to imagine this man never being in my life again.
But this was where I had to be strong. It wasn’t just me who would get the short end of the stick if I relinquished my pride and accepted my diminished role in Roman’s life. There was a baby now, and I would never put a child in a situation where they were considered second-best.
So yes, I was going to march in there and tell him he was wasting his breath.
But then he had to smile that Roman smile. But my mind was made up. All I had to do was march over there and tell him how this was going to play out. That he needed to leave me to live my life in peace.
And maybe I’d suffer a quick good-bye kiss. He was the father of my child after all and a farewell kiss was perhaps a good way to end things. Just to show there were no hard feelings, and that I wished him well.
So when he smiled of course I had to smile back. Why did I smile back at the man I was about to chase out of town? I blamed the hormones. But for the sake of my sanity I would have this conversation on the doorstep and not inside his place. Going inside could only lead to trouble, trouble I had no interest in dealing with right now.
I grabbed my coat, switched off the light in my room and sneaked downstairs and out through the kitchen. Roman opened his door before I could knock. I stood there on his threshold, in the drizzling rain, ribbons of fog twining around me, thinking of ways to resist this man. And surprisingly, none of those ways were panning out. Not a single one. I was so screwed.
He held out his hand and I almost swooned, but he was there to catch me, sweeping me into a kiss and dragging me into his place and kicking the door shut with his foot.
Roman might have backed me into a wall, or I might have backed into it myself. Either way, this was a fine mess I’d got myself in now, and it was a little difficult to think straight especially with his very hard cock pushing into my belly and the punishing waves of heat flickering between my thighs.
“I didn’t come here to do this,” I protested into his mouth, quivering under his touch.
“Yes, we should stop,” he agreed, kissing me deeper, tightening the delicious knot at the base of my spine. Annihilating every last shred of the fierce battle angel who’d come here to end it all.
“Yes definitely, like right now,” I murmured, slipping my hand under his shirt and raking my nails over his back.
Roman groaned. “We need to talk, Isabel,” he said, his gravelly voice a dead giveaway that talking was the last thing he wanted to do right now.
The scrap of sensibility lurking somewhere in the farthest corner of my mind grudgingly stepped forward. “Yes, yes, we do,” I replied breathlessly. “I came here to tell you that you need to leave town immediately.”
My coat slipped off somehow and I was only in my t-shirt and panties. And through a flurry of fumbles, he managed to rip off my panties and I yanked down his pants.
“Let’s talk first,” Roman groaned. “Then you can decide if you still wanted me to leave.”
“Let’s talk later,” I mumbled feverishly. “This is happening now.”
We stumbled onto the creaky old couch and Roman stared at me, his finger trailing my cheek. I buried my face in his chest, breathing in his scent. Then he sheathed himself inside me with one deep thrust.
And the world came to a standstill.