Roman had lost his ever loving mind, but nothing was going to pull him from this moment. Not. One. Damn. Thing.
Denying himself another moment, hell another chance with the only woman he’d ever loved would be ridiculous. He wanted Katie and he intended on having her. If the way she gripped his shoulders and sighed against him was any indication, she wanted the hell out of him, too.
Roman framed her face and changed the angle of the kiss as he walked her backward until they reached the wall. He wanted to completely consume her, to rip her clothes off and pick right back up where they left off. But they couldn’t just pick up from the same point when eight years had settled between them.
Easing back, trying to catch his breath, Roman smoothed her hair away from her face. He took in her heavy lids, her swollen lips, her flushed cheeks. Unable to resist, he nipped at her bottom lip.
“Are we making a mistake?” she murmured.
Roman raked his thumb over her bottom lip. “The mistake would be ignoring what’s obviously going on here.”
Katie closed her eyes and pulled in a deep breath. The move caused her back to arch, her breasts to rub against his chest.
“Tell me to stop if you don’t want this.” He grazed his lips ever so lightly over hers. “It’s your call.” Back and forth he caressed her mouth. “But if I leave, we’ll both be aching.”
“Damn you.”
Katie tightened her hold on his shoulders and covered his mouth. She hooked one leg around his hips and Roman wasted no time in clutching that dip in her waist to lift her up. She fastened the other leg around him, locking her ankles behind his back as he continued to assault her lips. No one had ever pulled such desire out of him. Not before Katie and sure as hell not after.
The thin material of her leotard still proved to be too much of a barrier. He wanted to rip the damn thing to shreds and get to her heated skin.
“How the hell does this thing come off?” he growled against her lips.
Katie smiled and unwrapped her legs from their vise-like grip. Keeping those expressive bright eyes on him, she slipped a fingertip into the shoulder of the top and eased it down. Then she did the same on the other side and shimmied the thin material down her body, taking the little shorts with it. Then she had on some nude bodysuit that flat out mocked him. He was so damn close, yet there was one more boundary that still left her with the appearance of nothing.
“You look tense, Roman.”
She had the audacity to smile and tip her head, propping her hands on her hips.
He reached out, gripping the top of the…whatever the hell this thing was called, and gave a hard yank. The material split down the middle and Roman took delight in tearing it away from her body.
Finally.
“You owe me a new undertard.”
“I’ll buy you whatever the hell you want, but we’ll discuss that later.”
And then he was on her once again. As much as he wanted to take his time and explore her body, Roman didn’t want to waste another second. He needed her. The raw desire burning inside him completely took control.
“What about your clothes?” she murmured against his lips. “I’m the only one naked.”
“You’re a hell of a lot sexier.”
But if the woman wanted him naked, who was he to deny her?
He reached behind his neck and fisted a handful of his shirt. With a quick yank, he had it up and tossed to the side. Katie’s eyes raked over him as she stood completely bared to him. While he worked his jeans and boots off, he took in her luscious curves. She’d changed over the years, and at one time he hadn’t thought she could get any sexier. He’d been wrong.
“You like what you see,” she stated with a soft laugh.
His obvious arousal was all the answer she needed. Not that she’d actually asked a question.
The second he’d shed the last piece of clothing, he thrust his hands through her hair and kissed her once again. But he didn’t stop at her lips. He traveled a path along her jawline, down the column of her throat, over the swell of her breasts. His hands ran over every inch he could reach without removing his lips. The need to have her this second completely consumed him.
“Roman,” she panted, clutching fistfuls of his hair. “Please.”
She’d always done that. Begged him when she seriously couldn’t take anymore. He’d always waited to hear those two simple words come from her lips. Finally, finally, she was going to be his once again.
Roman tore his mouth away and glanced down to his jeans. “I need protection.”
“I’m clean,” she told him.
He shifted his focus back to her. “What about…”
Biting her lower lip, she shook her head. “Pregnancy isn’t an issue.”
“Katie—”
“Not now. Please.”
He hesitated for a second, but then she stepped forward and reached for him.
Roman snagged her hand and pulled her body flush with his. Something had changed with her; her tone had steeled and her eyes had implored him. Something had hurt her and he truly didn’t think it was the miscarriage. But she’d said not now and he would hold her to that.
The sun had all but set, leaving a pale glow from the yard light. He was thankful for the high fence giving them the utmost privacy. His phone continued to play Sinatra, but Roman tuned out everything except the woman in his arms.
With ease, he lifted her. Those lithe legs wrapped around his waist once again. The moment her back was against the wall, he joined their bodies.
Katie’s swift intake of breath, her sudden stillness, had him soaking in the moment. Her fingertips dug into his shoulders, with just enough of a bite to thrill him even more.
When she tilted her hips, Roman gritted his teeth and rested his forehead against hers as he began to move. Her warm breath brushed his face, her body still fit just as perfectly as it had before.
And all he could think was this was his wife. His. Wife. She was his and he was a damn fool for ever letting her walk away.
Roman claimed her lips, swallowing her cry of release. Moments later his own body spiraled out of control, but he kept his mouth on hers. He wanted every bit of contact he could have for as long as she was in his arms.
But all too soon their bodies ceased trembling. Reluctantly Roman lifted his head and stared down to Katie whose eyes were shut tight, her breathing coming out in fast pants.
“Roman,” she began without looking at him.
“No. Not now. Just…let’s just be.”
Slowly, she raised her lids. Bright blue eyes captivated him, but he saw a layer of pain he wished to never see again from her.
“We’re going to have to talk eventually.”
He nodded. He would talk all she wanted, but not when she was naked against him, not when they were still joined, and not when his emotions were so raw he could risk getting hurt all over again if they talked now.
So, yeah. Their little chat would have to wait. But then he was going to get the truth from her because he knew his Katie and she was hiding something.