JADE.
‘This is a dream.’ Something in me snapped.
I struggled to open my eyes, and that was when I felt the presence in the room.
Familiar but somewhat terrifying because when I had gone to bed last night, I was alone.
My heart rate shot up, and I could feel my heart beating out of my chest.
I tried to open my eyes again, but for some reason it was difficult.
That was when I felt it.
A hand is creeping into my stomach and then down the line of my panties.
I froze, my brain working overtime.
‘JADE, SOMEONE STRANGE IS IN BED WITH YOU.’
My eyes shot open on their own, and I scrambled into a sitting position, pulling the blanket over my neck.
Dread climbed my back.
My mind was spinning with everything good that I had not done yet.
If this was not just a petty thief, then I was as good as dead.
‘Great instincts, Jade.
Because a blanket is going to save you if the Bulgar wants to kill you.
The person in bed sat up, staring at me like I was carsick.
A sigh of relief escaped my lips as the face began to form in my mind.
Roman had come into my room.
My eyes shot to the clock.
It was a few minutes past midnight.
“What are you doing here?” I asked.
“I just got back,” he said, like I was supposed to understand.
“And I came to see you,” he added.
“Oh.” I was holding the blanket to my chest like it was the only bit of protection I could get.
His eyes were twinkling under the light as he stared at me.
He had been gone five days, and the hair on his face was overgrown.
I always liked it when he had a clean shave.
My hands slowly went up to his face, but stopped when they were halfway there.
“You were dreaming about me,” he said, completely sure of himself.
I swallowed hard and shook my head, heat flooding my cheeks.
Oh my goodness.
Did he hear me?
How could he possibly know I’d been having a filthy sex dream about him?
Even though I
hated to admit it, I’d missed him desperately.
My mind had been replaying our first time together on an endless loop.
“No … no,” I stammered.
My voice trembled, and I wasn’t fooling anyone—not even myself.
He inched closer, yanking the blanket down to my feet in one smooth motion.
His scent—dark, masculine, intoxicating—wrapped around me like smoke.
“Then tell me…” His low voice vibrated straight through my core, sending delicious shivers down my spine.
His hand landed on my bare thigh, thumb stroking lazy circles that made my skin burn.
“Why were you calling my name?” He leaned in, lips brushing my ear.
“Multiple times.”
I gulped, trying to look away, but he caught my chin and forced my gaze to his.
His eyes looked tired, like he hadn’t slept in days, yet they burned with hunger.
“It was … um … it was…” I stuttered, completely lost.
There was no way to explain moaning his name like a desperate, sex-starved fool in my sleep.
“Was the dream fun?” A wicked smirk curved his lips.
He was clearly enjoying every second of my embarrassment.
I wanted to sound confident, but my heart was hammering in my throat, and my thighs were already aching with need.
His hand slid higher, settling between my legs.
One finger traced the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, stopping right at the edge of my panties.
I clamped my thighs around his hand and let out a sharp, needy breath.
He hadn’t even done anything yet, and I was already soaked for him.
“Roman,” I groaned.
“Yes, Jade?” he whispered, voice rough with satisfaction.
“Say my name again.”
“You just got back from—”
“Are you worried I’m dirty?” He chuckled darkly.
I shook my head, but he was already moving.
He stood and stripped slowly, deliberately, until all that remained were his tight black boxers.
My eyes devoured every inch of him—the hard planes of his chest, the defined ridges of his abs, the deep V that disappeared beneath the fabric.
My fingers itched to touch him.
Before I could speak, he scooped me up effortlessly.
My arms flew around his neck on instinct.
“What are you doing?” I gasped.
“I am dirty,” he murmured, husky voice sending heat straight to my core.
His lips brushed my ear again.
“Help me wash up.”
He carried me straight into the shower and turned on the faucet.
Warm water cascaded over us, instantly soaking me to the bone.
I tried to push the wet strands of hair off my face, but the heavy spray made it useless.
My thin silk nightgown clung to every curve like a second skin, completely transparent now.
My hard nipples strained visibly against the wet fabric, aching for attention.
Roman’s gaze dragged slowly down my body, dark and ravenous.
His chest rose and fell with ragged breaths, lips parted.
I’d never seen him look at me with this much raw hunger.
He moved so fast I barely registered it.
One second, he was watching me; the next, his hand gripped the back ofmy head, and his mouth crashed down on mine.
I froze for half a second, heart pounding, making sure this was real and not another dream.
Then I kissed him back fiercely, fingers threading through his wet hair.
A low, satisfied groan rumbled from his chest.
His hands slid down my back and gripped my ass hard, squeezing possessively before delivering one sharp smack that made me jolt and moan into his mouth.
He lifted me effortlessly, and my legs wrapped around his waist, locking at the ankles.
He pulled back just enough to tuck a soaked strand of hair behind my ear, eyes locked on mine.
I was panting, lips swollen, hanging from him as I belonged there.
His head dipped again, but instead of kissing my mouth, he latched onto my breast through the wet silk.
His teeth grazed my nipple, tongue swirling over the sensitive peak even with the fabric between us.
Pleasure shot through me like electricity.
I threw my head back against the shower wall, a loud moan tearing from my throat.
My fingers dug into his shoulders as he sucked harder on one breast, then the other, until my legs trembled around him.
He finally pulled back, eyes blazing, and lowered me until my back pressed against the cool tiles just outside the direct spray.
“Are we clean enough now?” he asked, his voice thick with lust.
I bit my lower lip, breathing hard.
His finger traced my mouth before pushing inside.
I sucked on it instinctively, swirling my tongue around the digit while staring up at him through my lashes.
I could feel the massive, rock-hard outline of his erection pressing insistently against my thigh.
Even after everything, the sheer size of him still made my stomach flip with a mix of nerves and desperate want.
“Should we take this to bed?” he rasped.
I nodded eagerly, still sucking his finger, eyes heavy with need.
He hooked a finger under the thin strap of my nightgown and slowly dragged it down my
shoulder.
The soaked silk slid off my body like water, pooling at my feet.
I stood completely
exposed—nipples tight and aching, my panties drenched not just from the shower but also from how badly I wanted him.
Roman looked at me like I was his favourite meal, eyes dark with promise.
Then he scooped me up again, carrying me back to the bed and dropping me onto the mattress.
He climbed over me, caging me in with his powerful body.
“Jade …”
I slid my hand around the back of his neck and pulled him down, searching his eyes.
My stomach flipped, butterflies exploding in my chest.
I already knew what he was going to ask.
“Yes,” I whispered before he could speak.
I pressed my lips to his in a deep, hungry kiss.
“Yes.”