Chapter 57: Close Your Eyes

“You sure this is gonna work?” I asked Roman, my voice softer than I meant it to be. “Positive,” he said without hesitation. “Get in.” The way he said it, firm and unyielding, sent a shiver down my spine. I obeyed, sliding into the passenger seat. He closed the door behind me with a solid thud before walking around and getting in on his side. Heat flushed up my cheeks the moment my gaze drifted to the backseat. The lush leather practically whispered to me, dragging me back to that night. The way he had bent me over, his hands gripping my hips while I clawed at the window, the glass fogging under my breath as I cried out his name. My thighs clenched together instinctively, my body remembering every thrust, every sinful sound that had echoed in this very car. I shouldn’t have looked at him then, but I did. Roman sat there so casually, one hand on the wheel, the other resting lazily against his thigh. And damn him, the memory of me straddling that same thigh, grinding down on him while hi