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"I hate your stupid rules," Mila mutters from beside me, making me smile.
As soon as she woke up, she was ready to go another round. She's still pissed that I told her we weren't having sex again today. The words were barely out of my mouth before she had her hands on my body, trying to change my mind. She almost succeeded, but I stood firm. She rewarded me by telling me to fuck off with my stupid rules.
I fucking love her defiance. I won't be telling her that shit, though.
I reach over the console, running my hand across her tits and then down between her legs. Her lip goes between her teeth, but I still hear her soft whimper. The sound is part pleasure, part pain, and it tells me everything I need to know.
"I fucked you raw, sweetheart," I tell her. "You need a break."
"Says you." She glares at me, frustration seething in her tone. Her bottom lip pouts out. "You've been touching me all damn day, Roman. If you aren't going to fuck me, don't tease me."
Her annoyance is so fucking cute. I throw my head back and laugh.
"I've been wet all day because of you," she grumbles.
"Poor baby," I say, still laughing.
She growls at me, narrowing her eyes. I expect her to tell me to fuck off again. Instead, she leans across the console, getting as close to me as she can. Her tits press into my arm. Her mouth lands against my ear. Her scent envelopes me, twisting through me. One of her hands slides down my chest and abs before coming to rest against the bulge in my jeans.
"Don't even act like you haven't been hard for me all day, Roman," she hisses in my ear. "It's killing you that you aren't inside me right now, isn't it, baby?" She squeezes my cock through my jeans.
"Fuck," I curse, bucking upward in my seat as my dick pulses. She's right. I have been hard all damn day. That's precisely why I had to get her out of the fucking condo. If I hadn't, I would have taken her again. She has no clue how much I want her, no clue what she's doing to me. Hell, what she's always done to me.
A horn blares loudly from behind us. The sports car ahead turned off at some point during her little display, and I'm now holding up traffic. With her hands on me, I don't give a shit what's going on around us.
She gives my cock a final squeeze and then drops back down in her seat, a self-satisfied smile on her lips.
I exhale a sharp breath and let off the brake. We drive in silence for a moment.
"I'm always hard for you, Mila," I say as the restaurant looms into view ahead. I don't intend to say anything more, but the words are out before I can call them back. "I've gotten off to the thought of you for so goddamn long, it's pathetic, baby. I've tried getting you out of my head since I met you and still haven't been able to do it. You're in there. You've fucking always been in there." My mouth is dry, my words deadly serious.
I cast a glance over at her to find her watching me, those eyes wide. For just a second, her defenses are gone again. She looks vulnerable, exposed, like she knows exactly what I'm talking about, like maybe it's been that way for her too. Her body is rigid, her unease obvious, and I know I've got to pull back before she really does run, but I can't think of a single fucking word to lighten the mood.
Not one.
If I'm being honest with myself, I don't really want to lighten it, anyway. I want her as off-balanced as she makes me. I don't know any other way to get through to her and make her admit that this thing between us isn't just fucking. It isn't for me, and I'm pretty fucking certain it isn't for her, either.
I just need her to give me a chance to prove it.
Chapter Ten
Mila
Roman is quiet as he pulls into the parking lot of a colorful little Mexican restaurant at the far end of a strip mall. I take a deep breath and then another, trying to calm the way my heart pounds as he parks the truck. My mouth feels dry, his words and the intensity behind them sucking all the moisture from it. I don't think he meant to say them, and I don't know what to do now that he has.
He's been in my head since the beginning, too. Even after I started dating Damien…Roman was there. He's always been there, watching me with those hazel eyes, stripping me bare. Even when I didn't understand it, even when I thought he disliked me, he was there.
The truth is…he's the reason I was with Damien to begin with. He's Tahani's dad, and I couldn't get him out of my head. I was terrified I'd say or do the wrong thing, and she'd find out I was obsessed with him. Or that he'd find out. They're the closest thing to family I've had since my mom died. It would have destroyed me to lose them.
Damien kept asking me out and Tahani was getting suspicious about why I kept turning him down—why I always turned everyone down. So the next time he asked, I said yes. I thought it was a chance to save my friendship and guard my secret. I didn't think I stood a chance in hell with Roman at the time. I was just a stupid college kid with a hopeless crush. I had to get over him.
Except I never did. No matter how hard I tried, I still dreamed about him. I still fantasized about him.
How messed up is that? I was with Damien for six months, but my heart still wanted Roman.
Maybe I deserved what Damien and Lizette did. I never cheated, but my heart certainly wasn't pure. Am I really any better than them? It's hard to look at myself in the mirror and say I am.
"Let's eat," Roman says softly, killing the engine.
