It’s filled with clothes that still have the tags hanging from them. Shoes line the shelves below. There are even a couple of fancy handbags. Holy crap. I run my fingers down one of the silk shirts. The fabric is softer than anything I’ve ever felt before.
This is nuts, but I suppose he wants me to look the part. Why does this man need a wife? And why has he resorted to these great lengths in order to get one? I open one of my bags, pulling out a pair of pink and black flannel pajamas and my bag for the bathroom before I exit the closet.
I can hear the water running in the bathroom, so I quickly change into my sleep clothes, taking my dress back to the closet. Roman comes strolling out of the bathroom completely naked. My mouth falls open. Holy shit. Not only does he look as though he’s a freaking piece of art, he’s also big everywhere.
A few more scars do mark up his chest. It makes him look like a warrior who is coming back from battle.
“What are you doing?” I finally get it together, putting my hand over my eyes. But there is no denying the heat between my thighs. My body reacted to him in a way it’s never done to anyone in the past.
“Getting ready for bed,” he answers. I feel him walk past me, his woodsy scent doing things to my body that I have no control over. I drop my hand before grabbing my bag and darting into the bathroom. I quickly close the door behind me and lock it. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in as I lean against the closed door. What is this man doing to me?
I drop my bag, clenching my legs together. My nipples are hard. I’m so turned on. What the heck? You’ll beg me to take you. His words drift through my mind. This is crazy. I get it together and start getting ready for bed. When I exit the bathroom, Roman is already in bed reading a book. Thank God he is covered. Well, everything besides his chest.
“Do you need anything?” he asks as I come to the other side of the bed. I shake my head no, pulling the ribbon out of my hair to let it loose. “All you ever have to do is ask.” He reaches over, pulling the blanket back for me to climb in.
“Do you have pants on?” I ask.
“If you’re asking if my cock is covered the answer is yes.” My face blooms with heat.
“You’re a jerk.” I get into the bed with a huff. I instantly feel bad for calling him a name. I shouldn't because he really is one.
“So I’ve been told.” He turns the page of his book. I lie there looking up at the canopy. This bed is made for royalty. It’s also the most comfortable thing I’ve ever lain on in my life.
“Why did you need a wife?” I find myself asking. He closes his book, setting it down before he turns to face me.
“Because I wanted you.”
5
Roman
Her beautiful eyes widen at my admission. My cock is once again hard. I took care of myself in the shower, but one look at her is all it took. The smell of sweet cherries fills the room every time she’s near. Fuck, she’s breathtaking. And all mine.
Her mouth opens and closes for a moment. Her eyebrows pull together, making her look adorable. She was so good with Ace. She didn't miss a beat. I knew she would be good for him.
“I’m sorry I called you a jerk.” She folds her arms over her chest. A bark of laughter leaves me. Her sweetness has no bounds. I was being a jerk. I deserved to be called one, but I can tell that she hates the idea of calling someone a name. She’s so damn innocent. I don’t deserve her, but still I took her for myself.
“It’s fine, Fawn. I want you to speak freely.” I reach over, flicking the light off.
“I don’t understand,” she says after a few minutes.
“Ace needs a mom.” Maybe that will help her get more comfortable with the idea of being married.
“Why did we have to get married?” I thought I cleared this up a few minutes ago when I told her that I married her because I wanted her, but I guess not. “Are we talking a forever kind of thing or only until Ace grows up?” I take a deep breath, trying to keep myself calm at the thought of her ever trying to leave me.
“Forever,” I answer. There is no question about that. She shifts on the bed. My eyes adjust to the darkness so I can truly take in every detail of her face. I still can’t believe she’s finally in my bed. Even her just taking out her braid felt erotic.