The second the lock clicked, Roman turned on me.

He backed me against the door, one hand braced beside my head, the other already shoving my T-shirt up. The cool air of the bedroom kissed my bare skin a second before his mouth did. He kissed a path down my throat, over my collarbone, then closed his lips around my nipple and sucked hard.

I arched with a broken sound, fingers threading into his hair. Three years of careful distance collapsed in the heat of his mouth on me. Roman made a low, rough noise against my skin and switched to the other breast, teeth grazing just enough to make...