"Oh, Pat… I want nothing more than to be inside you right now, but not like this, not when your mind is still on your friend." His warm breath fanned across her face, his words heavy with restraint. He wanted to be selfish, to take what he craved, but the guilt shadowing her eyes held him back.
"I am worried, yes… but I still want this," she countered, her voice low, her eyes burning with desire. She should have been more focused on Zara, but maybe she was overthinking. The truth was simple, she wanted him as fiercely as she worried for her friend. She wanted this. She wanted him.
Roman shook his head gently. "No, Pat. I want us to do this when you are completely willing, not when you are clinging to it as a way to ease your guilt."
Her lips parted but no words came. He was right. Deep down, she knew that part of her ache was about relief, not just longing.
"Okay…" she finally whispered, dropping her gaze.
