From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 57

Chapter 57

Chapter 37: Good Girl

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“We had sex,” I said flatly, forcing the words past the tightness in my throat, shoving the memory into a locked corner of

my mind.

Roman’s smirk was slow and deliberate, like he could see through my mind. “Good girl.”

It should have felt uncomfortable–him positioned this close, this intimate. But it didn’t. Not even a little.

“Next clue?” I asked, ignoring the bite of the belt around my wrists.

“Game over, Sav.” His voice was smug, final.

My brows knit. “What? What do you mean ‘game over“?”

He was still holding my thighs apart like he owned the right to. “I’ve dropped all the clues. You’re a smart girl–think.”

That was it…?

“Three clues?” I ran through them in my head, but the pieces didn’t fit.

My brain scrambled to line them up, flipping through every hint he’d given.

“Think harder.” His face dipped, his voice a low rumble against my skin.

Then his mouth brushed my inner thigh, and my breath caught. “Can I really do that when we’re… in this position?”

His grin was wicked. Another kiss, closer. “Think, Sav.”

“I am-” My voice broke, my body betraying me.

“It’s like that mobile game you were obsessed with. Four pictures, one word.” His kisses trailed higher, slow and tormenting, his breath warm where I needed him most.

When he hooked my leg over his shoulder and bent, I nearly melted into the mattress.

“Roman… I don’t think this is the right time-”

“Shhh. I’m helping you think. Focus.” His tongue flicked against the sensitive skin of my thigh, pulling another shiver

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from me.

My heart was hammering. My wrists strained against the belt.

“Roman, seriously, this isn’t-”

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The rest of my protest dissolved into a gasp when his mouth finally claimed me–one long, devastating stroke that had my

back arching off the bed.

“Roman…” My head tipped back, lips parting on a silent moan as his hands slid up, cupping my breasts possessively.

He pulled away just enough to whisper, voice dark silk, “Think deep.”

Was he kidding? How was I supposed to think when his mouth was doing that?

I gasped when his mouth touched me there. One slow, deliberate lick from base to top. The sound that left me was raw,

pulled from somewhere deep. My hips jerked against him without permission.

“Shhh,” he said against me, the vibration making my stomach clench, “Don’t lose focus.”

My wrists strained uselessly against the belt. “I can’t-”

“Yes, you can.” His hands slid up to grip my, hips, anchoring me while his tongue made a lazy circle that had my spine

bowing off the bed.

Every nerve felt on fire. My thigh trembled against his shoulder, but he held me in place like I was his to keep open.

“Roman…” My voice was wrecked, breathless.

He hummed against me. I felt the sound everywhere.

He pulled away a little…

His mouth hovered just above me, warm breath ghosting over skin that felt too tight, too sensitive. Every nerve was on

edge, straining toward him.

I tugged at the belt around my wrists until my shoulders ached, the leather biting into my skin. I hated it. I loved it. I

wanted it gone. I wanted my hands in his hair, dragging him where I needed him most.

“Roman,” I rasped, my voice cracking on the syllables.

He didn’t move. He just smirked against my inner thigh, his lips brushing, barely kissing now. “Patience.”

“I don’t-” My protest broke into a gasp as he kissed me there, firm enough to make my hips jump.

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