Chapter 22

Roman

This was madness. I should tell him to stop. I didn’t want him to touch me. Oh, but it felt so good. His hand was tugging my hair, on the cusp of being painful. If I moved, it would hurt and the thought of that made this hotter somehow. My core started to tingle and heat, and I could scent my body betraying me. Mixed messages were zinging around my body. This was the man I hated. The man who I rejected. It shouldn’t matter that he was a remarkable kisser, that I had been obsessing over our last kiss. It shouldn’t matter that he was pure walking-sex. What should matter was my ability to be in control here, what should matter was my ability to say no. But my body didn’t want to say no.

His teeth gently scraping my jaw sent my entire body into a furnace. How was something so simple, so erotic? I squirmed slightly, feeling the painful tug in my hair, testing me. I stopped squirming and looked at him. His eyes were cloudy with alcohol. There was no way he would remember this. I coul