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She reached down between their bodies and undid his pants, pushing them down just far enough to get his hard cock in her hand.

Roman drew in a hiss of pleasure through his teeth as she tightened her hold on his shaft and started pumping.

“Fuck, Shayla.” He was already close, his gaze heated and unhinged. He was utterly consumed by lust—by her. It made herfeel powerful, knowing she was the one causing this gorgeous man to unravel like this.

She quickened her speed, and he quickened his own in response, matching her rhythm, his rough fingers curling inside her.

A gasp floated off her lips. She was almost there. She shut her eyes, her toes curling so tightly they cramped as she kept pumping him.

Lightning crackled through the air. Lit up the inside of her eyelids?—

Oh shit.Oh shit, oh shit.She was burning up— “Roman,” she gasped, her eyelids flying open. It was a panicked warning, but he didn’t stop, his own eyes feverish with desire, his teeth bared and clenched like a wolf’s as he neared his own release.

The storm inside her swelled?—

It came to a head at the same time as her pleasure, and she cried out his name, lightning fracturing the sky with a deafeningcrackof thunder as her whole body tensed with a staggering orgasm.

When Roman uttered a curse, she realized some of her power had exited her body through her fingertips. Veins of lightning twined up his arms, his shoulders?—

“Oh no—oh, Roman. I’m so?—”

“Don’t you dare apologize,” he growled. “And don’t you dare stop.”

She didn’t. She kept going, and as he got close he withdrew from her hand and pushed himself inside her, thrusting like an animal?—

And then he groaned—so low and deep, she felt the outburst skitter across her bones. “Fuck—Shayla.”His body jerked against her as he found his release, dragging out his pleasure with several rapid, uneven thrusts.

She came a second time, his name floating off her lips as she tipped her head back against the wall. It was so good,hewas so good, she was seeing stars.

“You okay?” he asked her, breathless.

“Better than.”

He wrapped both hands around her thighs to support her, then hung his head on her shoulder. Shay slipped her arms around the back of his neck, fingers tangling in his thick hair. He smelled delicious. Like sweat, and mint, and Roman, and tobacco, and thatcologne…

They stayed like that for several minutes. Just breathing together.

And then reality crashed around her, and suddenly she felt…sad. She didn’t want this to be over, and a part of her was worried that she had made a mistake.

As if sensing where her mind had drifted, and how her heart was begging for more of him, Roman raised his head, tilted her chin up with one hand, the other arm still holding her up, and slanted his mouth across hers.

This kiss was different than the others. It was softer. Careful.

It felt like a love letter.

His pierced tongue swept across hers in a slow and sensual dance. He savored it, tasting her with slow, methodical strokes.

When he broke the kiss, he rested his forehead against hers. “Truth or lie?” he asked, his breath warming her lips. “We’re idiots.”

She gave a husky laugh. “Truth.”

He nodded. “Truth.”

“We really need to stop staying at motels,” she breathed.

“Agreed.”

“Are we both in agreement that this was just part of the survival code?”