With a triumphant laugh, he lifted up only to shuck his briefs. Holding her hips, he pushed her legs wide with his knee so he could take his place between them.
‘Are you sure you’re okay with this?’ He growled.
‘I’ll be less okay if you don’t hurry up.’
That smile again. ‘Are you trying to bossmearound?’
‘Is it working?’ she murmured.
‘Oh, yes.’
And then he was there. She groaned in guttural, animal pleasure as he pushed deep. ‘Roman.’
He stilled, locked inside as they both gasped.
‘How good does this feel?’ He gazed into her eyes.
She wrapped herself around him. Holding him tight, she rose to meet him, rocking her hips, pushing them both faster, deeper and so desperately until she screamed with the searing pleasure of her release and his shout of ecstasy echoed in her ears.
And then she was in another realm altogether, so limp, so blissful, she couldn’t move.
‘Feels better, right?’ she muttered dreamily, still floating.
‘Better?’ he echoed with amusement as he picked her up and carried her to the bed. ‘Feels like we’ve barely begun.’
CHAPTER EIGHT
VIOLETWOKE,INSTINCTIVELYAWAREsomething wasn’t quite right. Behind her Roman’s breathing was irregular and his body tense. He made a sound—almost a choke—and his big body flinched. This was no restful sleep.
‘Roman?’ Gently she put her hand on his shoulder and felt the blazing heat of his skin. ‘Roman?’
He jerked, instantly awake. ‘Did I wake you? Sorry. Restless sleeper.’
She rolled towards him, wishing she could see his face, but the light in the carriage wasn’t bright enough. ‘That was a little more than restless.’
He slid out of the bed. ‘Work stress. Sorry. Go back to sleep. I’m going to get this stuff done while I’m thinking of it.’
‘But it’s...’ She raised up and pushed the button to illuminate her watch. ‘Not even four in the morning.’
‘Yeah, you go back to sleep.’
Violet paused. He was avoiding talking to her about whatever the hell had been going on in his head. His uneven breathing was still audible but now wasn’t the time to push it. She’d broach it later.
But later on in the morning, while she ate pastries for breakfast, Roman kept his focus firmly on his computer screen. Feeling fidgety, she explored the compartment and discovered a hidden cupboard in which there were some beautiful hardbound books and intricately carved games and puzzles.
‘They thought of everything on this train,’ she murmured with delight.
He glanced up and watched her carry a couple of puzzle boxes to the small table by her comfy arm chair. She went with solitaire first.
Ten minutes later, Roman finally spoke. ‘You’re good at that.’
‘I’m good at entertaining myself alone for long periods of time,’ she said lightly.
His lips twisted in a rueful smile. ‘What other games are there?’
‘Chess, of course. And checkers. Do you know how to play?’
‘Neither, I’m afraid.’