"Love, do you need a kiss?" Roman murmured, his warm breath fanning across Julie's cheek.
Her eyes widened instantly, and before she could think, she drew her face back, standing ramrod straight as if distance would somehow calm the wild rhythm of her heart.
"You… you should be pulling the zip, right?" she asked quickly, her voice betraying a nervous edge.
She tilted her chin, pretending to focus on the simple task at hand, though she couldn't ignore the heat that rose to her skin.
Roman's lips curved into the faintest smirk, the kind that carried both mischief and dominance.
"Sure, we'll pull it up," he said, his tone deep and calm, "but first, turn around."
His large, veiny hand settled firmly on her waist. The sudden contact made her breath hitch.
Julie's lashes fluttered, but she didn't protest. The weight of his palm against her was steady, almost claiming, and before she realized it, he was guiding her around until she faced the mirror once again.
