We’re still on my kitchen floor after the most intense orgasms of my life. Connecting with Roman again is earth-shattering. I’m draped over him with my head on his shoulder, looking up at his face. His eyes are closed as he holds me tightly with a tiny smile. My fingers trail over his face, taking in each feature from his full lips with the most perfect cupid’s bow to his strong jaw line and nose that is just the tiniest bit crooked. I don’t remember that little quirk about his nose, and I wonder if it’s new.

One of his eyes pops open, his tiny smile growing just a bit. “What are you doing, Sugar?”

“Memorizing your face. I don’t want to forget anything when you leave. I wish I could bottle this moment and keep it forever.” My throat closes when I finish speaking. I didn’t mean to be that honest, but this moment—our first time together again—is so perfect, it deserves nothing less than complete vulnerability and honesty.

Roman opens his mouth, but I place my fingers over his lips, just like he did with mine only a bit ago, and whisper to him. “Don’t. Not now. I know what I said, I know what we agreed. I only want this one moment. That’s it. I want to soak up every ounce of you that I can before you walk out of my life again.”

Roman sighs, taking my hand in his and kissing my fingers. “Every part of you is perfect, even these fingers. This wrist,” he says, kissing along my arm and muttering as he kisses each part of my body. We are staring into each other’s eyes when mine to start to well. I take a deep breath, soaking it up one last time before closing my eyes, turning away, and putting my feelings back into a box.

“I need to bake another cake,” I say, groaning and pulling away from Roman. He yanks me closer to him and kisses me again before letting me rise.

“Chocolate?” He smirks. “I’ll never look at a chocolate cake again without getting hard.”

I laugh as I push myself off the ground. “Yeah, chocolate. It’s Savannah and Liam’s favorite. She asked me to bring it.”

“Can I help?” Roman asks, handing me the shirt he ripped off of me earlier. “I’d rather you be naked but I don’t think I’d let you get through making the cake unless you cover up.”

“Sure,” I say, grinning and pointing to the floor. “You can start by cleaning up the mess you made.”

“You’re the one that dropped the bowl, Sugar.” He’s crouched down, still naked, staring up at me with the world’s most breathtaking smile and a light in his eyes. The feelings I boxed up are begging to be freed so I can fall for this man again. I swallow, forcing my smile to stay in place.

“It’s your fault I dropped it.”

“I don’t regret a thing,” he says as he starts to clean.

A naked man with a mop in his hands is downright sexy. This could be a lucrative business. A sexy man cleaning the house as you watch his muscles flex over his taut body with each movement. Too bad it’s probably illegal.

“You’re going to need to put some clothes on.”

“Distracting you, Sugar?” Roman says, glancing over to me, winking with a smirk.

“Just do it,” I mutter, turning back to the ingredients on the counter.

Roman pulls on his sweats, then steps up next to me at the counter as we begin working side by side. Each time our hands brush, a wave of heat spreads through me and moves up my neck and cheeks.

“Shower?” Roman asks after popping the cake in the oven.

I don’t answer him; instead, I whip off my shirt and toss it to the ground, walk out of the kitchen and toward the bathroom. Roman chases after me, tossing me over his shoulder as I laugh the whole way. I haven’t felt this light, happy, and free since the last time Roman was in my life.