“I am no switch, little butterfly,” Roman began once they retreated to the master bedroom, “but tonight, I will let you take control.”
The words had the knack to knock the breath out of Rose’s lungs, and she looked at him like a deer caught in headlights for a moment there.
“What’s that look for?” He teased, just before he bent forward to place a small kiss on her left shoulder.
“I don’t know,” she shook her head negatively. “What should I do? I am a complete novice, Rom.”
“You’ve been sharing my bed for some time, and you say you’re a novice? I am wounded,” he chuckled good-humoredly, making her worries seem laughable.
“You know what I mean,” she all but whimpered the words out.
“I do,” he nodded, his icy blue eyes impenetrable.
She contemplated telling him she would love t
