Chapter 28 That's It, Savannah The rain had turned savage. Fat drops pelted the windshield like it was personal. The windows were already fogged up from our breath and the heat between us, but I barely noticed. Not with Roman lips on mine and his hands in my hair. Not with the way he reached for me like he was one second away from losing all control. And he did. He tugged me into his lap, and I straddled him in one breathless motion. My dress rode high on my thighs, and his hands were everywhere—kneading my ass, dragging up my sides, palming my breasts through the fabric. My head tipped back with a moan as he bit into the curve of my neck. His mouth molds perfectly into mine. It’s not a kiss at this point—it's possession. Our lips clash, tongues tangle. His hands roam my body like he owns every inch. One slides up to my chest and squeezes hard enough to make me moan into his mouth. “You’re insane,” I breathe, but I’m already grinding against the bulge in his pants.“And you’re wet,” he snaps, cupping the back of my thigh and dragging my dress higher. The rain drums against the roof. The windows fog. “I hate seeing him look at you like that,” he said, kissing down to the swell of my breasts. “Like he could ever have you again.” “He can't,” I gasped as he tugged one strap of my dress down with his teeth. His mouth latched onto my breast, hot and wet and possessive. My moan echoed inside the car. I ground down on him, feeling the hard ridge of him through his pants. My hand slid between us, finding his zipper, dragging it down with shaking fingers. He was hot and erect. I wanted to stop. I should’ve stopped. But every time he touched me, the part of me that remembered how it felt to be wanted—really wanted—screamed louder than reason. “Fuck,” he hissed as I freed him from the confines of his boxers, stroking him with one hand while the other gripped his shoulder for balance, still grinding against him. My thighs burned, my body trembling as the pleasure coiled tighter. I leaned down, kissed him hard, sloppy, desperate. His tongue tangled with mine as his hips thrust up to meet every grind. My hand got lost in his hair and the other worked his cock, up and down as he sucked a spot on my neck. He gathered the skin there and bit down, then kissed it afterwards, mixing pleasure and pain. Just how I liked it. I let out a loud moan when his teeth grazed my nipple, “I need you inside me. Now.” He didn't need to be told twice. He reached toward the glove compartment, hands fumbling for something with a shaky breath. Condom. I stopped him. “No,” I whisper, grabbing his wrist. He freezes. “What?” “I’m allergic,” I say, staring into his eyes. His brows lifted, breath uneven. “You’re on the pill?” “Yes.” My voice was a whisper, but my body was loud—aching, desperate, soaked with more than rain.For a heartbeat, the world goes still. Just the sound of rain. The sound of us breathing hard. Then something raw flashes through his gaze. “Damn, Savannah,” he says hoarsely. “You’re gonna fucking kill me…” He looked like he might say something else, but I cut him off with a kiss that was part promise, part dare. His hand gripped my hip as the other pulled my dress higher. I massaged his cock slowly as he pulled my panties to the side and positioned me against him. He brushed my hair away from my face and we locked gazes as I sank down in one smooth, torturous, aching slide. I was so wet he just slid all the way in. Buried to the hilt. Fucking hell. I must be in heaven. We both gasped—me at the stretch, him at the feel. I swear I was seeing stars. “Jesus—” he groaned, head falling back. “You feel so fucking good.” I moaned when he thrusted up. I steadied myself by fisting the back of hair and grabbing his shoulder. “Fuck,” he bites out, eyes closed. “You’re so tight. So fucking wet.” “Because you feel good inside me.” I let out loud moans, not caring that cars were still plying the road in front. I rocked my hips, slowly at first, moaning at the fullness. He was big, thick, and perfect. My hands pressed to his chest for balance, and I started riding him the way he liked—deep, slow grinds that made his fingers dig into my skin and his lips open and close without any words. Just breaths. I increased the tempo and began to ride him hard, without shame, our bodies slapping, the leather seat squeaking under us. His hands grip my ass, then my waist, then my hair—like he can’t decide which part of me to own first. He pumped upwards, meeting me thrust for thrust. My hand landed on the window and the steering as I threw my head back, grinding my hips to match his. He filled me perfectly, hitting every spot. I leaned back, breasts bouncing with each movement, and Roman’s hands never left me—sliding from my hips to my waist to my chest and back again. His mouth found mine again, and we kissed like we were trying to swallow each other whole. I rode him harder, shameless, letting the sound of skin slapping skin mix with the rain. The windows were completely fogged up, the air thick, wet and carnal. I didn’t care about anything except the way he felt, the way he watched me like I was his entire world. “Switch,” he growled. I was lost. “What?” I breathed out, still moving. He spins me, pushes me toward the backseat. “Backseat. Now. Knees down. Face the window.” Just orders that left no room for disobedience. I obeyed without hesitation. Rain beats down above us as I crawl into the backseat, the leather cool against my shins. I brace one hand on the fogged window, the other gripping the seat beneath me. My breath clouds the glass. My heart slams against my ribs. Roman climbs in behind me, shoving my thighs apart with one knee. Anticipation and desire had me clawing his lush, leather seat. Then—rip. My panties are shredded in one brutal motion. He pulled his pants further down his thighs, freeing himself completely, and I couldn’t help but look from the side to get a better view of him naked. I swallowed as my eyes dropped to his cock. Thick. Hard. Ready. Glistening from the short time spent inside me. He rearranged my position like I weighed nothing. Ass up. Face down. Hand still flattened against the wet, cold window. Then he lined himself up from behind. And pushed in… in one deep, hard stroke. My eyes rolled to the back of my head at the feeling. I let out a loud moan. A slew of colourful words escaped past Roman’s lips as he savoured the feeling for a second. The rain fell against the window as we stayed like that. As if we couldn't believe that this was real. Then he moved. He pulled out and slammed back in. I gasped. He fucked me like a man possessed—rough, deep, dirty. The sound of skin on skin, of my breath fogging the windows, of him growling my name like it’s a curse.“You’re mine,” he growled. “You hear me? Mine.” My brain was too preoccupied to make sense of anything. Only the indescribable feeling of him moving inside me. I screamed like an insane woman, “Yes—Roman, fuck, yes—” My hands slapped the window as he pounded into me, the glass fogging beneath my palms, my breath leaving in desperate moans. He slammed into me even harder, one hand sliding around to circle my clit, sending me spiraling fast and helpless. My legs shook and my moans became cries. Roman kept going. I cried out, hand grabbing the leather beneath me as his hips pounded into me, brutal and deep. My breath fogged the glass as he fucked me like he needed to make a point—like he needed to claim me from the inside out. And then he thrusts deep. I cry out, slamming my palm against the window for the millionth time. My fingers form on the glass from the condensation. He grunts, grabbing my hips, pulling me back onto him over and over, each stroke deeper, harder. One hand fists in my hair. The other—God—wraps around my throat and stays there, not choking but claiming, keeping me still, letting me feel him. I look up. The window’s fully fogged, streaked with rain and the slide of my fingers. My reflection’s gone. There’s only us now. Sweat, breath, and the slick sound of skin on skin. His grip tightens on my throat as he pistons into me. “You feel that?” he groans, hips slamming into mine. “That’s what you’ve been missing, Sav. That’s what every other man could never give you.” I can’t speak. I’m moaning, panting, drooling on the damn glass. Every inch of him is inside me, thick, perfect and relentless. He reaches around, fingers stroking my clit again, and I shatter, sobbing out his name, legs shaking uncontrollably. My knees slip from my world tilting. He hauls me back up with a rough snarl. “Don’t you dare fall,” he growls against my neck. “You take it, Savannah. Every inch.” “I am—I am, I—Roman, oh my God—”My orgasm slams into me without warning, tearing through my spine. My body jerks, spasms, thighs trembling. “Fuuuck,” he growls, feeling me clench around him. “That’s it, that’s my girl.” Two more thrusts and he’s spilling inside me with a deep, guttural moan, collapsing forward, pressing kisses to my shoulder, my back, my spine. His hand leaves my throat, now stroking my jaw, turning my face toward him to seal the moment with a kiss. And then—silence. We weren’t playing anymore. This wasn’t just about Dean. This was about Roman and me crossing a line that would ruin everything we were pretending to be. I stay on all fours, forehead against the window, too shocked to move. Too stunned to believe that was real. He pulls out slowly and I whimper. For a second, neither of us moved. Our breaths filled the car, ragged and uneven. His hand runs down my back, lingering on the curve of my ass. “You okay?” he murmurs, voice hoarse. I nod.That was a lie. The rain was still coming down heavily outside. The windows were soaked. Just like my thighs. And as I kneel there, dress hiked up to my chest, heart pounding, pulse crashing through my ears—I feel it. The shift. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew we’d just crossed a line we could never uncross. I know he felt it too. His hand hovered—like he wanted to touch me again. But he didn’t. And neither did I. Because we both knew this was no longer pretend. This wasn’t a hookup. This wasn’t a mistake. This was everything we weren’t supposed to do. Roman was still watching me like I was the only thing tethering him to earth. Like he wanted to say something. But he didn’t. I close my eyes. And the only thought in my head is: I just fucked my best friend. And nothing would ever remain the same again…