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"I'm sorry you had togo through that," and she remembered what he told her before about beingfat as a kid. "I bet you were a cute chunky boy, though."
Her head bounced a little onhis chest as he let out a soft chuckle.
"Was prisonterrible?" she asked, almost too afraid to know.
"The first time,yes." He continued stroking her hair. "The second time, I knew somepeople which made it easier to cope."
"Two times!"Ignoring his groan as she planted her hands on his stomach and chest, shepushed herself up just enough to glare at him. Two times! The first one madesense but two times? What if there was a third?! "Roman I…I can't standthe thought of you being taken from me. What if…"
Grinning, he swept one ofher arms out from underneath her, forcing her to land with a groan against him."I am not going anywhere, beautiful."
Sighing, she hugged him witha desperate need. "See that you don't."
Chapter 19
As soon as Roman made it to the stairs, his dogs werealready there waiting for him with expectant faces. Obediently the two dogswaited until he walked past them both before trailing behind him occasionallysniffing at his legs as he walked. Stopping, Roman turned and faced his dogswith a weary smirk. They had become spoiled since meeting Rahina, herpersistent baby talking and disregard to his set rules had turned them intoattention hungry lap dogs. Glassy large eyes stared at him in silence.
“It will not work on me,” he mumbled in Russian as hestepped past them to the kitchen.
Wearing only a pair of blue boxer briefs, Roman stood infront of the refrigerator contemplating on what to make. He wanted to servethem breakfast in bed again. Ever since he was interrupted last time by Boris’sphone call summoning him and Dimitri to Jamaica, Roman had replayed thatmorning with Rahina in his mind numerous times. Last night did not start theway he intended, but it ended better than he could have ever imagined, andbecause it went so damn good, he was starving. Although she was currently facedown in his pillows sleeping deeply, Roman was sure Rahina had to be hungry aswell.
Excited pants and rapid clicks of toenails hitting the tilefloor drew his attention from the open refrigerator door. Closing it, he lookedup in surprise to see Rahina stepping down the stairs. Pushing her tangled wavyblack hair over her shoulder, she bent down and petted Hannibal beforeswitching to Genghis. Standing up straight, she met his eyes from across theroom and gave him a shy smile. Memories of last night flooded both of theirminds and Roman could feel his balls grow heavy. Watching her walk across theroom, he noted with a grin that she had put on a pair of socks along with hisoversized t-shirt she still wore. Roman understood her insecurity about herfeet, but he didn't agree with it, her feet were not perfect, but theycertainly weren't hideous as she thought them to be. Honestly, he liked them.He liked the scars and imperfections; they symbolized all her hard work andtalent. He liked her reaction even more so when he touched them, there wassomething very male and primitive that went through him when he watched hernormally confident smile fall into a worried look of wary uncertainty. He knewthat was a look only he would see, a look that only he could wash away with histouch. Fuck, she was making him horny again.
“Are you going to cook something?” she stopped near the end ofthe counter and leaned on it tiredly.
She must have gotten up the moment he had gotten up, heguessed. Walking over to the counter, he turned and leaned his back against it,folding his arms across his chest.
“I planned on it, are you hungry?” He didn’t look up to seeher answer, his gaze drifted to the twin peaks pressing against the material ofher shirt, seeking his attention.
“A little,” the faint trace of playful seduction in hervoice called his gaze back up to hers.
Those large almond shaped eyes drove him crazy. Innocent andround, they held just a touch of forbidden temptation, enough to make himforget about his appetite entirely.
Straightening from the counter, Roman felt his dick growheavier as he matched her tempting look with an answering look of hunger.Cocking his head to the side, he looked at her. "Come here," hecommanded.
Her eyes widened at the sudden change in the air betweenthem. Standing away from the counter, she bit her bottom lip in an impish grinand shook her head. He observed her nipples harden as she watched the challengeignite in his eyes, and his body straighten even taller as he happily preparedhimself for a battle of wills.
“I am going to have you sweetheart, one way or another,” hestepped forward, his body tightening as he watched her step back warily.
“Aren’t you tired from last night?” she whined, giving him acontrived tired stare on her pretty face.
"Nope," he took another step forward until he wasaround the counter altogether.
“But I am,” she said weakly, giving up her retreat andbacking into the counter.
"Then don't fight me, baby," he reached for her,every nerve in his body crackling in awareness as she softened to his touch.Slipping his arm around her waist, he stepped in close until their bodies wereonly inches apart. “Put your arms around my neck and open your legs, I will dothe rest.” His voice was so low he wondered briefly if she even understood.
But she did, he could feel her arms lock around his neck asher lips tentatively meet his. Her kisses had a way of making him feel like hewas home and standing at the edge of an active volcano all at once. Sweepinghis tongue against hers, Roman nearly bucked at her tiny moan of pleasure.Grabbing her thighs roughly, he groaned in approval as she instinctivelywrapped her legs around his waist. Setting her ass on the cold countertop, hesnatched the hem of her shirt and yanked it over her head. Pulling back for asecond, he took in the sight of her naked bronze body. Looking at her, hisbreathing turned ragged, he realized would never get enough of this. Thetrimmed jet-black curls between her legs made his mouth water while the darktips of her breasts haunted his waking dreams. At each moment of his day, hewould always carry the memory of their velvety touch sliding across his tongueas she clutched the back of his head.
Spread wide and naked before him, Rahina moaned and stirredon the counter desperately pulling at his neck to bring him back. This was whatdrove him insane about her, the way she looked at him. Never in his life had heever had a woman genuinely look at him the way Rahina did, the kind ofdevouring look that predators gave their prey. From the moment he met the oddtall dancer, he had been thrown off balance by that hungry stare. In her eyes,Roman knew without a doubt she wanted him. She was greedy for him—eyes rollingback into her head, greedy. Whenever she caught sight of him, he couldpractically feel her happiness soar from across the room. She loved sleeping onhis chest, pressed into his back or just about anything with maximum contact.He was positive that he could sleep on top of her for the whole night, and shewouldn't complain. The feeling of her fingers clutching desperately at hisneck, most likely leaving scars or her long, strong legs tirelessly trying topull him back to her wet warmth, it all drove him crazy. Fuck, he could liveoff this feeling alone, he thought savagely. Wrapping a fist in her longsweet-smelling hair, he used his other hand to push back one of her knees,opening her for his entry.
“Wait!” She stilled in his hold.
Almost too far gone Roman paused, shorts already pushed downhis thighs and his cock standing erect between them.
“For what?” he ground between clenched teeth.
Looking pointedly from him to the floor, she gave him areproachful look. “Not in front of the babies,” she whispered.
