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He was right. It was a similar conversation her and Rubinahad many times, but it was different coming from an outside source. It feltlike years of turmoil finally being brought to the light, that their complaintsweren’t just complaints and that they were legitimate arguments.
Pushing herself up into a quasi-pushup, she looked up athim. “I know you’re right and I know I need to stop letting her judgementaffect me but…” Carefully she lifted one leg and placed it over his hip andthen repeated the action with the other until she was straddling him. Placingboth hands at the center of his chest, she gave him an imploring stare. “Butjust for tonight let me soak up all the rest of the sympathy and considerationyou have shown me, please, I just want to enjoy this a little bit longer beforeI have to be strong and face reality again.”
Her body thrummed with a pulse of energy at the feeling ofhis long fingers wrapping around the back of her neck and pulling her to hismouth in silent answer.
Chapter 13
Opening her eyes, Rahina stared out at nothing in particularwith blurred groggy vision. She had to pee, really bad.
Sliding from her bed, she frowned at the near stumble as herfeet hit the floor. Stupid bed went and got taller on her, she grumbledmentally. Walking directly ahead, she blinked at the oncoming light source andthen froze. Directly in front of her was a large set of unfamiliar windows.Blinking a few times, her memories came back to her. The insistent urge to peemomentarily vanished as she slowly turned back towards the bed.
A deep navy-blue comforter with white sheets lie rumpled andturned from the spot she just vacated. Slowly, making not one sound, shetip-toed in her sock-clad feet back to the bed and stopped at the sight of him.Laying on his back with his head turned towards the other side of the bed,Roman lay sleeping on the other side of her rumpled covers. Did she sleep nextto him all night and not even realize it?! His face was so calm and peaceful inhis sleep Rahina wanted to desperately find her phone to take a photo. Creepingsilently forward, she had to bite her lip as she realized he was shirtless. Hereyes darted from one symbol to the next, taking in every image and letteretched onto his firm skin. The urge to reach out and touch him was onlysurpassed by the reminder she had to pee.
Turning, she ran to the bathroom with silent speed, closingthe door softly behind her. After she peed, she thanked God with a seriousprayer of thanks for having the forethought to leave her bag in the bathroom.Grabbing her brush and toothbrush, she quickly refreshed herself beforecarefully slinking back out into the bedroom. Cautiously, she kneeled onto thebed, carefully lowering herself back to the bed next to him. Sensing nomovement to her left, she let out a sigh of relief.
“That was the worst display of stealth I had ever seen,” thedeep voice next to her startled a small scream from her lips.
A hand came down between them batting down the small wall ofbed linen down between them until she could see Roman’s teasing smile.
Covering her rapidly beating heart with one hand, she glaredat him. “I was trying to be considerate since I had no clue you were even nextto me when I woke up.”
Propping his head up with one arm, he gave her a sardoniclook. “That hurts, considering the fact you practically spooned me most of thenight.”
Embarrassment warmed her face, “I did?”
Roman nodded. “You are quite obedient when you are drunk andsleepy.”
Alarmed, she tried desperately to recall what happened lastnight.
“How obedient?” She gave him a suspicious look.
Folding his arms behind his head, he got comfortable againstthe pillows. She could do absolutely nothing to stop her eyes from falling tothe movement of his pecs. They were just so firm and beautiful, covered in themost beautiful dusting of dark brown hair obscuring the tattoos beneath onlyslightly. She wanted to touch them so bad.
When she looked back up at him, she felt a lance of pure embarrassmentat the laughing glint in his eyes as he caught her blatant lustful stare.Thankfully he said nothing about it. “Trust me if you were that obedient youwould still be sore.”
Making a dramatic display of her shock, she clutched theblanket to her throat. “I was talking about me revealing secrets, what were youtalking about, Mr. Mashir?!”
“Sex,” he answered deadpan.
Rahina tipped her head back in a laugh.
The bed shifted slightly as Roman sat up, planting both feeton the floor and stood. Rahina’s mouth went dry at the realization he was onlywearing a pair of tight black boxer briefs that molded to his backside like amiracle sent by God himself. She took in every movement from his sculpted assas he crossed the room and pushed his way into the bathroom. Only when he wasout of sight did she flop back onto the sheets bonelessly. The man made herwant to scream and squeal with giddy delight all at the same time. No oneshould be so sexy. His towering body was everything she ever wanted but just didn’tknow. Height-she knew very well she wanted, but a huge stocky frame thatreminded her of a giant bare-knuckle boxer from centuries ago was not somethingshe would have ever dreamed of wanting. She was used to working with men thatwere lean and powerful in their grace. Even Calvin, who was far bulkier thanany of her dancer counterparts, was nowhere near the amount of mean carvedmuscle Roman amounted to.
As the bathroom door swung open on his return, Rahinacouldn’t decide on what to focus on as he walked towards the bed: wide powerfulthighs, each covered in various permanent etchings or the slight ripple of hisabs as he stepped.
"I do not think I have ever had a woman actually droolfor me before," he pointed out, pulling back the cover and laying backdown next to her.
“I’m not drooling,” she resisted the urge to wipe at herlips to be sure. Scooting closer, she propped her head up with her arm. “It’sjust that you’re so big, it’s impossible not to stare.”
“Then do not just stare,” he surprised her by leaning overand sliding his arm under her waist and lifting her until she was halfwaydraped over his chest.
With her hair spilling wildly around them, her hands hadinstinctively reached out to brace herself planting flat onto his bare chest.With permission given, she slowly began to rub her hands outwards and inwardsacross the taut pectoral muscles beneath. Inked epaulets at his shoulders anddark stars imprinted just below intrigued her mind and made her body react witha primal lustful response to the danger this man boldly represented.
“I used to be fat when I was a kid,” he confessed, watchingher obvious delight over his form.
“Really?” She couldn’t help but grin at the conjured imageof a smaller dark-haired boy that popped into her mind. “You were a pudgylittle boy? That’s so cute. What made you get—like this?” she gestured, slidingher hands to the far widths of his shoulders, thus bringing her chest closer tohis.
A hand came up next to her, and she could see he had the endportion of some of her black hair in his hands, smoothing it methodicallybetween his fingers.
