Chapter Nineteen
That feeling she’d described in her blog posts, of standing at the edge, weightless, breathless, dizzy out-of-your-mind? Roman knew it all too well.
At first, he thought this thing between them could be fun, but he had his eye on the meter and they were way past ‘just fun’. Samantha Roberts had him hooked with the first glare. With each smile, she’d reeled him in. In no time, he was addicted to her laugh. And now she was naked under him, her messy hair sprawled over his messy sheets. Her sunbaked skin, crisscrossed with tan lines, left trails of goosebumps everywhere he touched. She slung her leg around his hips and drew him to her. He pulled away. Roman wanted to taste her first.
He licked and sucked. She swore and scratched his back. Roman only relented when she covered her face with her hands, giggling as she cried, ‘I hate you!’
Laughing, he withdrew. ‘Not want I was going for!’
‘That’s what you get,’ she fired back.
‘You don’t have to love me, but still …’ Roman looked around for the condom and found it under one of the pillows. He sat at the edge of the bed and put it on.
She hugged him from behind. ‘I love hating you.’
‘That’s more like it.’
Roman flipped her onto her back and put an end to the taunting and teasing. He eased inside her. Her sigh swirled around him and his mind went blank. He heard his own voice, distant, raspy and thick. ‘If I fall for you, I’m taking you down with me. I won’t play fair.’
‘Get a clue,’ she whispered back. ‘I’m way ahead of you.’
He kissed her hard and kept her lower lip between his teeth. They moved together, round and round, faster, tighter, until she pressed her face to his chest. Her cry sliced through him. He shuddered and collapsed. She gathered him in her arms and held him as if he were precious. Roman closed his eyes. This woman, knowingly or not, had pushed him from darkness into light.
Official Wedding Weekend
Friday 15 August:
3 p.m. Rehearsal
5 p.m. Cocktails and Barbecue at the resort (beach cocktail attire)