But Roan believed it, and for just a fraction of time, she did as well.
Maybe it was that she was starved for sex, but she didn’t think so. This with Roan was different, and if she couldn’t put her finger on the why, she could enjoy the what. As he sped up, his breath coming faster, the friction built within her, and her body and mind reached for that moment of intensity, when thought slowed, giving in to simple sensation.
And then there was no thought at all, and she wasn’t able remember why she was there. All that existed was this man she didn’t know, but who somehow was part of her. Or she was part of him, or together they were halves of one whole. Memory and thought no longer existed, and Sonja’s mind danced free on a wave of pleasure.
Soon, all too soon it seemed, the pleasure flooded over her, and Sonja climaxed with a scream. Roan stiffened over her, his body tensed for what seemed to be a very long moment, and then a groan pushed from deep within him as his cock erupted within her.
He stared down at her, eyes wide and chest heaving. At the look in his eyes something stirred deep within her that didn’t seem to have anything to do with the great sex they’d just had. Tenderness—an emotion that had nothing to do with who she was or even who she was pretending to be.
The feeling shook her.
He blinked at her and smiled. “That was… astonishing.” He collapsed to one side of her. “Is sex always like that?”
She tried a lighthearted laugh but it didn’t come. “No.”
“No? How is this different?”
“I’m not sure I can explain. It just is.”
He seemed to accept that, or perhaps he was just too tired to question her further. Instead he pulled her closer, and she leaned into him as he settled her on the bed next to him.
Sonja was grateful for the anti-conception pill she’d taken before the marriage meet. She wouldn’t be left with a child, a permanent reminder of being in bed with Roan.
Even so, as he lay next to her, head buried in her hair, his harsh breathing evening out into what she recognized as incipient sleep, she realized she was holding him as if she really did belong to him and he to her.
After tonight there would be nothing between Roan and her, but Sonja had an odd feeling part of her would remain with him.
Chapter Five
Sonja waited until Roan’s breathing had deepened to true sleep before attempting to leave the bed. He murmured something that sounded like a protest as she slipped from beneath his arm and gently slid the leg he’d thrown over her off to one side. Once freed, she edged over to the side of the bed and waited. She wanted to see if he would wake, but his sleeping self seemed to take her loss reasonably well. One hand made a few searching motions, but when it failed to locate her, he pulled it under his chin, and then he went completely still.
She moved quickly to find the negligee robe where Roan had tossed it, and fumbling in the pocket, she found the dart.
Roan opened his eyes as she stood over him and smiled sleepily at her. His eyes widened when she raised her arm and jabbed the dart in his arm. “What?” he managed to get out before collapsing back onto the bed.
“Sorry,” she said quietly. Tamping down a sudden surge of guilt, she headed to the sanitary. Once the door was closed she worked quickly, cleaning up and dressing. From the bottom of her bag she pulled her black multipocketed pants and form-fitting shirt. The familiar garments were reassuring, particularly once she’d strapped on her favorite knives and filled her pockets with the tools she’d need for breaking and entering. From inside the deepest and most hidden compartment of the bag she pulled her stunner and set it to maximum before dropping it into the pocket at her waist.
The first place she’d need to break out of was Roan’s apartment, and she suspected that wasn’t going to be easy. She didn’t think he was the kind of man who skimped on the security of his home,
Maybe it was that she was starved for sex, but she didn’t think so. This with Roan was different, and if she couldn’t put her finger on the why, she could enjoy the what. As he sped up, his breath coming faster, the friction built within her, and her body and mind reached for that moment of intensity, when thought slowed, giving in to simple sensation.
And then there was no thought at all, and she wasn’t able remember why she was there. All that existed was this man she didn’t know, but who somehow was part of her. Or she was part of him, or together they were halves of one whole. Memory and thought no longer existed, and Sonja’s mind danced free on a wave of pleasure.
Soon, all too soon it seemed, the pleasure flooded over her, and Sonja climaxed with a scream. Roan stiffened over her, his body tensed for what seemed to be a very long moment, and then a groan pushed from deep within him as his cock erupted within her.
He stared down at her, eyes wide and chest heaving. At the look in his eyes something stirred deep within her that didn’t seem to have anything to do with the great sex they’d just had. Tenderness—an emotion that had nothing to do with who she was or even who she was pretending to be.
The feeling shook her.
He blinked at her and smiled. “That was… astonishing.” He collapsed to one side of her. “Is sex always like that?”
She tried a lighthearted laugh but it didn’t come. “No.”
“No? How is this different?”
“I’m not sure I can explain. It just is.”
He seemed to accept that, or perhaps he was just too tired to question her further. Instead he pulled her closer, and she leaned into him as he settled her on the bed next to him.
Sonja was grateful for the anti-conception pill she’d taken before the marriage meet. She wouldn’t be left with a child, a permanent reminder of being in bed with Roan.
Even so, as he lay next to her, head buried in her hair, his harsh breathing evening out into what she recognized as incipient sleep, she realized she was holding him as if she really did belong to him and he to her.
After tonight there would be nothing between Roan and her, but Sonja had an odd feeling part of her would remain with him.
Chapter Five
Sonja waited until Roan’s breathing had deepened to true sleep before attempting to leave the bed. He murmured something that sounded like a protest as she slipped from beneath his arm and gently slid the leg he’d thrown over her off to one side. Once freed, she edged over to the side of the bed and waited. She wanted to see if he would wake, but his sleeping self seemed to take her loss reasonably well. One hand made a few searching motions, but when it failed to locate her, he pulled it under his chin, and then he went completely still.
She moved quickly to find the negligee robe where Roan had tossed it, and fumbling in the pocket, she found the dart.
Roan opened his eyes as she stood over him and smiled sleepily at her. His eyes widened when she raised her arm and jabbed the dart in his arm. “What?” he managed to get out before collapsing back onto the bed.
“Sorry,” she said quietly. Tamping down a sudden surge of guilt, she headed to the sanitary. Once the door was closed she worked quickly, cleaning up and dressing. From the bottom of her bag she pulled her black multipocketed pants and form-fitting shirt. The familiar garments were reassuring, particularly once she’d strapped on her favorite knives and filled her pockets with the tools she’d need for breaking and entering. From inside the deepest and most hidden compartment of the bag she pulled her stunner and set it to maximum before dropping it into the pocket at her waist.
The first place she’d need to break out of was Roan’s apartment, and she suspected that wasn’t going to be easy. She didn’t think he was the kind of man who skimped on the security of his home,
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