One breath in and one breath out, that’s all I can focus on since being at Roan’s. My heart is still in a tizzy, never having felt such pain. And my fingers still itch to touch him, just like I did earlier today after I pulled him off my brother. Him punching my brother isn’t what kills me the most, though. It’s that I’ll never be able to touch him again. He made his choice, and I have to accept it, no matter how badly it hurts.

After leaving Roan’s, I went back to Chandler’s place. He’d helped as much as he could, and I’m shitty company right now, so I came home. My heart is broken, and it will be for quite some time. Regardless, I’ll never forget Roan and what we shared.

I guess the saying, “It’s better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all,” is true. Even though every single fiber of my being aches, I wouldn’t change a thing about the time that Roan and I shared.

A knock on the door startles me. I get up, assuming it’s Chandler checking in, but as I look out the peephole, I’m taken aback. It’s him. It’s Roan. He pounds again. His head is bowed, so I can’t see his face. I wish I could. I have no idea what to do.

“I know you’re in there,” he calls out. “I saw your brother.”

Shit!

I look around my condo as if it holds the answers, but really, I know all the answers are standing on the other side of the door. “I’ll wait out here all day and all night if I have to, baby.”

The word “baby” chokes me up, and I open the door. An exhausted but still gorgeously sexy Roan looks at me through his dark and charming eyes.

“You don’t have to do that,” I tell him, referring to waiting out there. Roan has always been my weakness, and I have a feeling he always will be. He barrels in, crashing our mouths together, and in this instant, the pain begins to fade away.

He’s back in my arms, and greedily I accept him. Even if he chooses Georgia, I’ll take anything I can have from him. And I always will.

At first, our hands and mouths are a tangled mess, but he slows his kisses, and after one last slow lingering brush of his lips, he pulls away.

“I’m so sorry for everything. Chandler told me what you saw when you pulled up and what was going through your head.” I cringe as I remember exactly what we saw—Roan and Georgia nose to nose, her hand on his arm as she leaned into him. “I couldn’t imagine, babe.”

“It’s okay, you’re free to make your own choices, even if I don’t agree with them.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean about choosing to get back with Georgia. I get it, she’s the mother of your kids.”

“Are you fucking crazy? I didn’t choose to be with her. I was out there to tell her that she needed to leave, that she wasn’t welcome in my home. I wanted to make it very clear that I didn’t want her back, but I also didn’t want the girls to hear, which is why we were outside. Didn’t you listen to my voice mail? I told you I kicked her out.”

I dip my head, ashamed that I didn’t believe him. “I thought she stayed the night, did you notice she was in the same clothes?”

“I didn’t. I was so angry the only thing I was focused on was getting her out of my house.”

“So, you’re not getting back with her?” I ask again, needing the reassurance.

“No, baby, not even close.”

“I . . . I’m sorry. I’m sorry for Chandler and—”

“Don’t say another word.” I stop talking, listening to Roan the way I always do, and he looks deeper into my eyes. Deeper than he ever has, and my heart melts as he speaks the words, “Mia Cavalano, I fucking love you.”

“What?” I respond, clearly not hearing him right.

“I.” He kisses my forehead. “Love.” He kisses my nose. “You.” He kisses my mouth, and his arms hold me to him as I look up at him in shock. Surely, I’m dreaming.

He didn’t just tell me that, right?

“You don’t have to say anything, baby. I just want you to know it.” And he swoops me off my feet, carrying me to my bedroom.

I hold on to his neck and gaze into his eyes as my mind processes everything. Softly, he lays me back on the plush fabric of the comforter before crawling in next to me. As I breathe him in, his hand moves to lovingly cup my cheek and I speak the words I’ve know for a long time. “I love you, Roan.”

His eyes light up, and he shifts so he’s on top of me, pressing me firmly into the mattress.

“Say it again,” he orders, and in one swift breath, I whisper, “I love you, Roan.”

His cock hardens against my pelvis, and he rocks his hips against me. “Again,” he commands between kisses, and I speak the words, loving that not only can I be honest but also that he reciprocates.

My hands trail up his back beneath his T-shirt. The tightness of his skin and muscles feel amazing. He groans into my ear and pushes my shirt up, exposing my stomach and then my breasts. The second he sees my nipples, he dips his head and flicks his tongue back and forth over them, bouncing between the two.

I moan, pleasure glowing through my whole body as I fumble with his button and zipper. Once they are finally undone, I reach in and grasp his shaft.

“Fuck!” he groans.

I push his pants down as far as I can, and he kicks them off the rest of the way. Impatient, my hand moves up and down, stroking his cock. I need to taste him, so I bend and take him into my mouth. My free hand cups his balls, which tighten as I massage them and suck his glorious length.

“Yes, baby,” he says, coaxing me on. Every ridge of his dick feels remarkable, and I get carried away, going faster and firmer. I feel him grow harder, and the next second, he’s pulling my mouth away from him.

“I don’t want to come yet.”

“Please, give it to me,” I beg him, needing it. Needing him to relinquish his pleasure at my control.

He smirks and shakes his head, giving me the look I love as he slips back into my mouth. He lets me control the pace, but I’m not timid, and I don’t go easy on him. I take him deep into the back of my throat, humming around his head, which makes his thighs shake under my palms. Grunting a loud mixture of pleasure, he comes while cursing my name. I swallow all that he gives me, loving the power I have.

He pumps short quick jerks in and out of my mouth, giving me every last drop. My pussy is so tight it burns, loving this moment and this man. Before I know it, I’m stark naked and bent over. Roan slams into me, causing a ticking time bomb of wicked ecstasy to begin its countdown.

“Oh God,” I cry out.

“I’m Roan, not God, baby.”

“Yes, Roan,” I barely choke out the two words as his hands grip my hips and his bone-hard dick takes me out of this world to a place where dreams are made.

His balls slap my clit, and the head of his cock rubs my favorite spot. Moving my ass to meet his thrusts, he is relentless, not showing me or my body an ounce of mercy, which I love. This is how I like to be fucked.