NICOLE

Roman's kiss is bruising, and though I have this strong desire to push him away, I can't. My body still reacts to him, and I want him even when I don't.

Angrily, I kiss him back, sinking my teeth into his bottom lip so hard I taste blood in my mouth. Roman doesn't draw back—he takes the punishment, and in no time, he's ripping my blouse, sending all the buttons flying.

I do the same with his clothes, but his shirt is made of a better material, so it doesn't rip. Instead, I start ...