Eira's POV
But as Roman kissed me, I found him fiddling with his phone, as if typing a message for someone, before putting it aside and resuming all his attention on me.
His greedy mouth left me breathless, his tongue invaded mine. His teeth grazed mine gently, careful of the hurt corner of my lips, sucking and nipping at them like a tasty treat.
"Food will get cold," I reminded him again.
"My food is meant to get hotter only," he said and held me firmly by my waist.
The next thing I knew, I was sitting on his desk while he remained in his chair.
What does he plan? I couldn't help but anticipate something, the way he looked at me.
He once more leaned back in his chair as he held my ankles and put my feet on his thighs, his thumb caressing the skin, his gaze fixed on my face before traveling further down my body.
"What are you doing?" I couldn't help but ask, my heart beating in anticipation.
