Sofie’s POV

When Roman grabbed me by my jaw and captured my lips with his in a sensually ferocious manner, I was so astounded that I froze and just let him maul my lips.

He tasted of grapes tinged with alcohol, like the wine we had just shared.

The memory of the thong incident came crashing down on me with full force but I threw the thought aside to allow myself enjoy the moment.

I could always blame it on the alcohol.

I grabbed either sides of his face as our tongues danced together in an erotic rhythm, drawing out choked moans from me as his hands crept behind me...