to him and turning against every sane instinct in my head.
So he wasn’t for
keeps, and it was a momentary passion that would invade my life before fleeing
back to some war torn part of the world to do whatever ‘business’ it was that
he did. It was even more reason to make the most of the moment I convinced
myself quickly, and he picked me up throwing me roughly onto the bed.
In a heartbeat I
was pinned underneath him, mischievous eyes glinting down at me, the
unmistakeable smirk set firm. “Right decision, good girl,” he said as his lips
crashed against mine and I dissolved under that hard firm body, revelling in
the sensations and pushing back that part of my brain that kept asking what the
hell I was doing.
My body had no
such quandary as I relaxed into the slow soft strokes of Romans hands across my
ribs and my waist, moaning softly as he forced his knee between my legs,
opening them up and sending a hot jolt of electricity straight to my core. If
last night was intense I sensed this morning would be no different. He might
not know romance, but Roman Hunter knew better than most just exactly how to
seduce a woman until all thought was gone, leaving only desperation for his
touch.
Carpe Diem had a
lot to answer for. I was never going to a fucking funeral again.
Chapter Four
There was no doubt
that he’d left my body floating in the same ecstasy as he had last night, after
another two mind blowing orgasms. Unfortunately, my head was taking a little
longer to catch up and not allowing me to abandon all sanity at quite the same
rate. I was delirious with bliss, but the methods he’d employed to get me there
still didn’t sit right with me.
“You’re not
exactly chivalrous, are you, Roman?” I said as soon as I’d caught my breath.
“I’m very
chivalrous, Chas. I think you’ll find I’ve allowed you to come first every
time,” he smiled, holding my gaze as I narrowed my eyes at him.
“Can’t you just be
a bit nicer?” I asked as he started laughing, taking me aback with the
unfamiliar sound and pulling me closer.
“If you want nice,
you picked the wrong brother. I should have thought it was obvious I didn’t do
nice,” he said as I swallowed hard, thinking suddenly of Charlie and how his
night with Scarlett might have gone. The thought upset me, and I decided
instead to gather as much information as I could about his not very nice, but
incredibly sexy brother.
“Are you a
mercenary?” I asked as he chuckled softly, but didn’t answer. It seemed to fit.
I sat up, resting on my elbow and gazed across at him. “You must be a trained
killer with all that hardware,” I said as he laughed again and I traced my
fingers softly over his scars. He had certainly taken his fair share of pain. He
said nothing. “Are you any good at it – whatever it is?” I raised my eyebrows as he turned a steely glare on me.
Well that had got his attention.
“Yes. Why?” he
asked as I smirked.
“Well, you’ve got
a lot of scars, so you must keep getting hit. I assumed maybe you were a bit
slower than your enemies,” I said, trying to hold a straight face as his eyes
narrowed even further. He certainly didn’t like me questioning his
professionalism in whatever profession it was.
“I can assure you
I am extremely good at what I do, and I’m in a much better position than every
bastard who gave me these scars,” he said seriously.
“How so?” I asked,
wondering if I would finally get him to crack while trying to sound as
nonchalant about it as possible.
“As in I’m still
fucking breathing,” he said as I gasped and turned to face him.
“So you are an
assassin?” I said; trying to close my dumbstruck jaw and once again wondering
what the hell I was doing here.
“I’m a negotiator,
Chas, let’s just leave it at that,” he said, sighing gently, but I was getting
somewhere and wasn’t about to stop now.
“What do you
negotiate?” I asked as he turned an incredibly tense stare
So he wasn’t for
keeps, and it was a momentary passion that would invade my life before fleeing
back to some war torn part of the world to do whatever ‘business’ it was that
he did. It was even more reason to make the most of the moment I convinced
myself quickly, and he picked me up throwing me roughly onto the bed.
In a heartbeat I
was pinned underneath him, mischievous eyes glinting down at me, the
unmistakeable smirk set firm. “Right decision, good girl,” he said as his lips
crashed against mine and I dissolved under that hard firm body, revelling in
the sensations and pushing back that part of my brain that kept asking what the
hell I was doing.
My body had no
such quandary as I relaxed into the slow soft strokes of Romans hands across my
ribs and my waist, moaning softly as he forced his knee between my legs,
opening them up and sending a hot jolt of electricity straight to my core. If
last night was intense I sensed this morning would be no different. He might
not know romance, but Roman Hunter knew better than most just exactly how to
seduce a woman until all thought was gone, leaving only desperation for his
touch.
Carpe Diem had a
lot to answer for. I was never going to a fucking funeral again.
Chapter Four
There was no doubt
that he’d left my body floating in the same ecstasy as he had last night, after
another two mind blowing orgasms. Unfortunately, my head was taking a little
longer to catch up and not allowing me to abandon all sanity at quite the same
rate. I was delirious with bliss, but the methods he’d employed to get me there
still didn’t sit right with me.
“You’re not
exactly chivalrous, are you, Roman?” I said as soon as I’d caught my breath.
“I’m very
chivalrous, Chas. I think you’ll find I’ve allowed you to come first every
time,” he smiled, holding my gaze as I narrowed my eyes at him.
“Can’t you just be
a bit nicer?” I asked as he started laughing, taking me aback with the
unfamiliar sound and pulling me closer.
“If you want nice,
you picked the wrong brother. I should have thought it was obvious I didn’t do
nice,” he said as I swallowed hard, thinking suddenly of Charlie and how his
night with Scarlett might have gone. The thought upset me, and I decided
instead to gather as much information as I could about his not very nice, but
incredibly sexy brother.
“Are you a
mercenary?” I asked as he chuckled softly, but didn’t answer. It seemed to fit.
I sat up, resting on my elbow and gazed across at him. “You must be a trained
killer with all that hardware,” I said as he laughed again and I traced my
fingers softly over his scars. He had certainly taken his fair share of pain. He
said nothing. “Are you any good at it – whatever it is?” I raised my eyebrows as he turned a steely glare on me.
Well that had got his attention.
“Yes. Why?” he
asked as I smirked.
“Well, you’ve got
a lot of scars, so you must keep getting hit. I assumed maybe you were a bit
slower than your enemies,” I said, trying to hold a straight face as his eyes
narrowed even further. He certainly didn’t like me questioning his
professionalism in whatever profession it was.
“I can assure you
I am extremely good at what I do, and I’m in a much better position than every
bastard who gave me these scars,” he said seriously.
“How so?” I asked,
wondering if I would finally get him to crack while trying to sound as
nonchalant about it as possible.
“As in I’m still
fucking breathing,” he said as I gasped and turned to face him.
“So you are an
assassin?” I said; trying to close my dumbstruck jaw and once again wondering
what the hell I was doing here.
“I’m a negotiator,
Chas, let’s just leave it at that,” he said, sighing gently, but I was getting
somewhere and wasn’t about to stop now.
“What do you
negotiate?” I asked as he turned an incredibly tense stare
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