Widow's Undoing (Ruthless Sinners MC 4)

“Came to see you.”

I crossed my arms as I leaned back against my counter. “And why is that?”

“Well, I was kinda hoping with the boys at their dad’s, you would’ve broken out the wine again.” A sexy smirk crossed his handsome face as he continued, “Don’t get me wrong. I’m not disappointed. You’re looking pretty hot in those fucking mom-sweats.”

“The man has jokes tonight.”

“You know why I’m here, Frankie.”

I turned around and pulled the bucket of water out of the sink. As I placed it on the floor, I told him, “No. Actually, I don’t.”

“I hoped we could talk.” He took a step towards me as he said, “I would’ve come sooner, but things have been a little crazy at the club.”

“Um-hmm.”

“That doesn’t mean I haven’t been thinking about you.” He stepped even closer. “Because I have. I’ve thought about you more than I care to admit, and I’ve done a lot of thinking about what you said at the house the other day.”

“And did you come to a decision?”

My breath hitched, and I could feel my body start to tense as I waited for him to answer. “Yes, but it wasn’t an easy decision. I’ve been with a lot of women, Frankie, but I’ve never been in a relationship, at least not the kind you’d expect from me.”

“You have no idea what I’d expect.”

“Oh, I think I do.” He lifted his hand to my face, softly brushing his calloused thumb across my cheek. “You’d want me to love, protect, and take care of you...and your boys. You’d expect me to cherish you and only you.” His thumb raked across my bottom lip as he said, “You’d want me to make love to you, to touch you...fuck you, make your body feel things it’s never felt before. To make you feel alive in ways you’ve never dreamed of...Am I close?”

“Um-hmm,” was the only answer I could give. I was too entranced by those dark eyes and the feel of his hand on my body. His words burned through me, setting every nerve in my body on fire. I inhaled a quick breath, trying my best to break the spell he’d put me under, but it was no use. I was too far gone.

“That’s what I thought.” His eyes turned fierce as he said, “You know, it would be one thing if that was all that you’d expect from me, but it’s not. You’d want me to let you in, you’d want to try and break the demons that have taken root inside of me. You’d want to heal me, but Frankie, there’s no healing a man like me. You need to know that.”

“I have demons of my own, Roman. They might be different from yours, but they’re still there. And at times, they can be as big and scary as yours.”

“So, we’re two broken souls. Do you really think you and I could ever make this thing work?”

In just a short time, he’d taken my world by storm, making me feel things I never dreamed possible, and as much as it scared me, I wanted it. I wanted him. “I’m willing to try. The question is, are you?”

Without any further hesitation, he reached for me, pulling me closer to him as his mouth found mine. An eager moan echoed through the room when his tongue brushed against mine. My hands roamed across the ridges of his chest as he deepened the kiss. I’d never felt such a strong desire for a man. With just a simple touch he sent a surge of heat coursing through my body, burning me to my very core. When he looked at me, I could see the yearning in his eyes, and I’d never felt so beautiful. He made me feel craved, wanted beyond belief. The kiss was quickly becoming heated, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before we reached the point of no return. Realizing I wasn’t exactly prepared for that, I placed my hand on his chest as I said, “Hold on...You’re going to have to give me a minute.”

Before he had a chance to stop me, I rushed to my bedroom, grabbed my favorite bra and panty set, and rushed to the bathroom. After I undressed, I took a shower and shaved. As soon as I was done, I dried off and put on my pink lace bra and panties with a white cotton t-shirt. I’d just started brushing my hair when I noticed Roman standing in the doorway. He’d taken off his leather jacket and boots and was leaning against the door frame with a hungry look in his eyes. “No point in getting dolled up, babe. I’m just going to dirty ya up.”

I immediately dropped the brush into the sink. A thrill shot through me as I stepped closer to him, feeling the heat of his stare burn against my flesh. When I was face-to-face with him, I placed my palms flat against his chest, trying to steady myself from my shaky knees. His hands dropped to my waist, pulling me closer. He leaned over me, his lips trailing kisses down my neck.