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His words and his embrace eased something inside her, but it didn’t matter. “They’re all I have, Roman. I can’t go through that again.”
His chest rose under her cheek as he took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I understand that my connection to Ashton complicates things. And I’m sorry my hidden agenda caused you stress yesterday, so I’ll spell it out. I want to be with you, Ava. Nothing has changed for me.”
Warmth suffused her limbs, even as she fought against it. She wanted to be with him too, but didn’t have the courage to say so.
“It’s too messy,” she whispered, although the words lacked conviction.
“Life’s messy,” he said simply. He pulled back to look at her and stroked a thumb over her cheek. She knew he wanted to kiss her, and she waited for it, but all he said was, “I’ll see you at breakfast.”
Still, when he turned to get off the bed, she noticed the front of his shorts sticking out.
It seemed she wasn’t the only one turned on this morning. Part of her wished he’d just push her onto the bed and ravish her, which was very unfair of her sinceshewas the one who’d set the boundaries. She should be glad he was adhering to them.
Didn’t stop her from wanting it, though.
Roman grabbed his devices from the bedside table, and because Ava was watching him closely, she caught the adjustment he made to his crotch. Then he gave her a quick nod and exited the room.
Leaving Ava a jumble of confused hormones.
It was for the best. Her body might miss his hands and mouth, but being with Roman was a bad idea. Ava didn’t need to complicate things by asking him to stay and fuck her into next Tuesday.
The real question was why she couldn’t control her reactionto this man. Yes, Roman was sexy as hell. But it wasn’t just that. She craved the way she felt when she was with him. And every time they were together, it wasn’t enough. That was why she always resisted the urge to text him again right away, holding out for as long as she could, until something weakened her defenses and she could no longer deny her need for him.
She flopped back onto the pillows and let out a heavy sigh. It wasn’t just the sex, it was the care Roman took with her. The way he paid attention to her like she was the most important person in the world, which was why his behavior the previous day had thrown her off. But she’d told him how she felt, and he’d apologized maturely and with sincerity. Was there anything hotter than that?
He said things hadn’t changed, but she didn’t know how to go back to the easiness they’d had prior to the engagement party. Before, there wouldn’t have been any reason to hold back from kissing him, or asking him to touch her. She’d at least grown comfortable enough to ask for those things. But now? It would be a mistake.
Why the hell did he have to be Ashton’s best friend?
Since part of her was still tempted to call him back, she slid from the bed and padded barefoot to her suitcase. Knowing she’d be spending a lot of time around Roman, she’d packed a little something to help take the edge off. Unzipping a discreet inner pocket, she grabbed the fully charged air vibe she’d stashed there and brought it into the shower.
She’d just have to take care of this one on her own.
Chapter 27
Five Minutes Later
The shower stall was bigger than Ava’s entire bathroom back home. She stood with one leg braced on the wooden bench, an orgasm within arm’s reach thanks to the vibrating suction on her clit. Steam swirled around her and the water pattered against the iridescent blue tiles like her own private rainstorm. She closed her eyes, recalling the way Roman had eaten her out against the door in that empty office, and shifted her foot on the bench. There was a clatter of tiny plastic bottles as she knocked her hair products to the floor, but she paid them no mind. A moan escaped her lips, and she raised her free hand to tweak her own nipple. She was close, so close—
The sound of the door hinge made her eyes fly open. Roman stood frozen in the bathroom doorway wearing an almost cartoonish expression of shock.
“Sorry,” he stammered. “I—I forgot my glasses. I heard a noise, thought you were hurt—never mind. I’m leaving. Carry on.”
He turned to go. Without pausing to consider the consequences, Ava called, “Wait.”
In the back of her mind, she wondered if they should talk about this. Asking him to join her in the shower definitely counted as “hanky-panky.” But New Ava was firmly in charge and she was so fucking tired of denying herself what she wanted.
Him.
She. Wanted.Him.
Roman stilled. Their eyes met through the foggy glass, and Ava knew she’d have to be the one to say it. He was too good of a man to overstep the line she’d drawn.
She extended a hand, reaching for him. “Come here.”
She wasn’t sure he’d heard her over the sound of the water, but a second later he was stripping off his clothes and joining her in the shower. Without a word, Roman dropped to his knees and pressed his face to her pussy. Ava shut off the vibrator and tossed it onto the bench as his tongue took over, and oh god, the real thing wasso much better. The water beat down on his head, plastering his hair to his skull, but it did nothing to deter his efforts. He licked her just like she’d been imagining before he walked in. She sank her fingers into his wet hair as his mouth brought her to the peak once more.
What will your family say when they find out?
