Page 10 of Roman

Roman looked back at Charlotte.She was still on the floor, staring up at him, scared.He knelt in front of her.Without realizing he was doing it, he went to brush his fingers along her cheek where the man had struck her.She flinched, and he quickly dropped his hand to his side.

“I will not hurt you.Here, let me help you to your feet,” he said softly, holding out his hand.

She sat there for a moment, chewing on her swollen lip, causing him to inwardly groan and wonder what her lips would taste like.Finally, she cautiously placed her small, delicate hand in his and let him help her to her feet.

“Thank you,” she slurred timidly as she placed her hand on her forehead with a frown.

“Are you okay?”he asked, wondering why the hell he even cared.He didn’t even know this woman, and yet he’d almost killed a man for striking her.

He needed to get rid of her, get someone to take her home.For whatever reason, he just couldn’t think straight with her here, and he had important matters to attend to.The other angels would be here soon.He really needed to get his shit together.Even so, for some unknown reason, he was worried about this woman.

“I feel dizzy,” she said, swaying.

Roman placed his hands on her shoulders to steady her, the feel of her smooth skin sending warmth through his palms.That simple touch had him throwing his little pep talk to himself out the window.

“Come to my office, and you can sit down out of the noise.We can make sure you’re okay.I’m Roman.I own this club,” he told her, wrapping his arm around her and leading her through the crowd toward his office.

Phoenix just stood there, staring at him.“What the fuck are you doing?”he whispered low enough that only he could hear.

Roman glared at him and kept walking.What the fuckamI doing?he thought angrily.I’ll get her to my office, make sure she’s fine, and then hunt down her friend to take her home and never see her again.

It was the least he could do, considering that she had been assaulted in his club, right?

As he got her upstairs into his office, he closed the door behind him, shutting out the music, then gently sat her down on the leather lounge.He moved to the large window overlooking the dance floors.Most humans didn’t realize that the club had been split in two.There was a brick line running down the window; on the left side was the normalhumanside of the club, while on the right side was thesupernaturalside of the club, where all sorts of immortals and creatures came to relax, unbothered by the humans.Roman closed the blinds to give her some privacy and keep the beings on the other side of the club safe.

“Can I please have some water?”

Roman looked over at the golden-haired beauty he was now alone with.She sat on the couch, staring at him with those big, beautiful, almond-shaped eyes, seeming a little nervous.

“Of course,” he replied, walking over to the small fridge behind his desk and retrieving a bottle of water.His fingers brushed hers as he handed it to her, warmth flooding through him.“Are you okay, Charlotte?It is Charlotte, isn’t it?”he asked as he crouched down in front of her.

She leaned closer as she took the water, staring as if mesmerized by him.“Yes,” she whispered.

“Charlotte.What a beautiful name for a beautiful woman,” he whispered back, gently lifting his hand and brushing his fingers along her delicate cheek, unable to stop himself.

When had I gotten so close to her?he thought, as her breath fanned his face, the rise and fall of her chest quickening, drawing his eyes to her luscious breasts.

Need slammed into him as he slowly ran his gaze back up to land on her succulent lips.Before he could stop himself, he gently pulled her face to his, claiming those lips for his own.

Just one taste, he told himself, but as soon as their lips touched, a small moan escaped her.He knew it was over.When he tasted her, he groaned back in response to her decadent flavor, like he was sampling the heavens itself.He could taste the lingering chocolate from whatever shooters she and her friend had been slamming down, and it only made him want to taste her more.

Roman tilted his head, deepening the kiss so his tongue could explore more of her mouth.As he did so, he gently leaned her back, pushing her onto the couch, her breasts crushing against his chest.

Want to feel them so bad,he thought, wanting to tear his shirt off as well as her poor excuse for a top.

Instead, he settled for running his hands along her neck and then down to claim her breast.He could feel her nipples hardening through the thin material, making him groan in agonizing pleasure.Where had she been his whole life?She made his whole body come alive.He felt like he’d been in a numb haze for centuries, sleepwalking through life.But now, here in this moment, with this mortal woman, he was finally awake.His need for her consumed him, making him lose all sense of the world around them.Never, ever, had he craved or needed a woman as he did Charlotte.He didn’t understand it, but right now, he didn’t care to.He just wanted more of her.

“So beautiful,” he murmured as he gently kissed her neck, then blazed a trail down to her breasts.

Charlotte arched her back, moaning with pleasure.“Feels so good,” she gasped, her voice slurring as she threw her head back against the couch, giving him unspoken permission to do with her as he wished.

It was the slur in her speech that jerked Roman out of his lustful haze.He frowned, coming to his senses, the scent of alcohol overwhelming.How could he have let himself lose control like that?She was in no condition to make any rational decision for herself right now, he realized shamefully.He quickly stood, giving himself a shake.His body protested violently; his cock strained hard against his pants.He felt her loss immensely, his mind screaming at him to touch her warm body again, to steal just one more kiss.He growled at himself, frustrated.

“I apologize,” he told her, backing away as she quickly adjusted her top, her cheeks turning pink with embarrassment.

As she pulled down her skirt, he caught another glimpse of the black lace between her legs and stifled a groan.He hadn’t had the chance to touch her there.He’d lost control so fast.Her taste still lingered, his body almost shuddering at the loss of her touch, the loss of those plump red lips.His body was on fire.

“I’ll have someone find your friend and make sure you both get safely taken home,” he said, turning and bolting out of his office as fast as he could.“What the fuck am I doing?”he snapped at himself as he abruptly stopped outside, shutting the door behind him.

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