Chapter 169: We'll Keep Trying

Savannah Roman traced the curve of my hipbone with a fingertip. I shivered, but not from the cold. His gaze, dark and intent, held mine captive. "Missed this," he murmured. He dipped his head, lips brushing the sensitive hollow beneath my ear. "Missed you." A soft sigh escaped me. "Even after earlier?" I teased, my fingers threading into the short, dark silk of his hair. "Especially after earlier. " His smile was a quick flash against my neck before his mouth found mine, slow and deep. It wasn't frantic, this need. It was a homecoming. The familiar taste of Roman, the solid weight of him settling over me, pressing me into the softness of our bed as the comforter bunched beneath me. His hands were everywhere, mapping territory they knew by heart yet rediscovering it each time. Strong fingers explored every part of my body. His touch on my breast wasn't just physical, it was a language of possession and reverence that made me arch against him. "God, Sav," he breathed against my skin, his