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Nice lighter chapters here and they get to some heavier stuff once they talk more in the morning but for now it's nice and more fluffy peaceful and cuddly and middle of the night time. Intimate conversations and snuggles and laughing and just being comfortable and real.

Roman's POV

It was the middle of the night and despite the warmth of her body nestled right against him only a few minutes ago and the softness of the clean sheets Roman could not get back to sleep.

He had fallen asleep almost instantly, his head nuzzled in against the back of her neck and his upper body flush with hers but giving her plenty of space lower. He was wearing a black tank top, gray PJ pants and boxers and had given her a pair of his own boxers to wear with his white long sleeved dress shirt.

He wasn't even sure why he had a dress shirt in his suitcase at all. Those were in his garment bag normally with his suits for work and not just tossed in a suitcase for any trip. But here it was laying there right on top, and he had offered it to her after her bath. It had been the sexist thing he had seen her in since he met her, and he never wanted her to change into anything else or ever leave his bed.

Not realistic he knew. but for tonight he was going to enjoy every moment of her right here like this.

They had gone to bed with her turned away from him and nuzzled into the pillow and with a couple inches of space between their lower halves and he had even had himself turned slightly to not in any way let his body get the wrong idea when they were sleeping.

She wanted to sleep so that was what they were going to do.

He barely remembered if he had even said goodnight at all, he was out that fast from the literal exhaustion the day had been. He was that tired.

After hardly sleeping the night before and the fire alarm waking him after only an hour in the motel yesterday. Then feeling like she just wasn't safe, and something was not right at all after he left her the night before. And everything it took to get her out of that house and getting the supplies to treat her wounds too, sleep had been the last thing on his mind.

So, between the few hours of nightmares and fitful sleep that morning in his SUV and the napping he did in her arms once she was finally safe with him in the motel, he had hardly slept at all since the previous night.

Tonight, even with the kidnapped cop drugged and asleep in the closet all nice and quiet Roman had crashed fast almost the second he was laying in that bed with her.

However, within maybe an hour of laying like that, the beautiful woman in his arms had started tossing and turning and pressed her delectable curves against him under the blankets and woke him the hell up really fast!

Roman wanted to sleep SO badly.

The day had been hell on his head and his mind and so much had happened, but his body had lots of other ideas and his brain was racing with offering him a variety of choices of what to try the second she had rubbed her ass right against him under the sheets.

He was ready to move and back up, his one hand that had been respectfully draped over her back at first, he felt she had pulled to her stomach. But now he slid it to trace the curve of her hip with palm over top of the thin fabric of his shirt.

Oh God she felt so good. Emily unconsciously had deliciously positioned her bottom right up against him and he wasn't even sure if the shirt was any kind of barrier under the blankets at all.

He swallowed a groan and was ready to wake her up to ask her if she even knew what she was doing. He sure as hell did not want to be taking advantage of her and just being this close was making him melt to every damn touch from her too.

Roman pulled his body back from her as much as it killed him to lose the closeness and he swore he heard a whimper from her lips. 'God me too, baby, me too', he thought and fought to swallow a groan.

She rolled around more to her side and then was laying facing him, her damp, freshly washed hair all spread over the pillows and around her neck and shoulders. Some longer locks were tucked all the way down under his shirt she was wearing, the dark strands nestled between her breasts as she lay on her side.

He shifted slightly, careful not to move too much to wake her but enough to rest his own head on his open palm on his pillow and he watched the smooth and steady rise and fall of her chest as she was deeply asleep.

Roman could hear that the IV bag was empty now too so he carefully unhooked it, so she didn't pull it out as she was moving around so much either and put the bandage back over it.

Emily started waking up as he was finishing, and he bent to kiss her. "Shush, just sleep. Just unhooking the IV, all good Em," he soothed her, and she smiled at him and closed her eyes again. Within minutes she was fast asleep again.

He smiled at her and laid back down, just watching how cute it looked that his Beauty; and he wasn't afraid to call her his at all now was mumbling and rolling around like she was caught in another dream. It didn't look like a scary dream or anything worrisome at all, but she was animated enough to keep him awake at her side as she mumbled or moved her head back and forth on the pillow and was kicking at the blankets on her legs.

He was laying on his side too and curled up close to her. It had felt like pure bliss to be even closer before, nuzzling his nose right against the back of her neck, hearing her contented sigh and waking up feeling his palm spread over the bare skin of her stomach. He realized she had pulled his hand there and she had wanted the skin-to-skin contact.

Now though when he had shifted away from her, she moved around in the blankets and was mumbling and looking like she could not get comfortable. He had offered her his other hand when she seemed deep in another dream and reaching for something. He started rubbing her shoulder too and she had pulled his hand to her neck, and it now lay curled under her head at an awkward angle.

He was grateful he could do what he could to help, as uncomfortable as it was making his wrist feel as he was slowly losing circulation in that hand.

She smiled in her sleep and the other hand moved like she could sense him close and as his forehead dropped to hers, he felt that hand tangle in his silky hair.

"Mmm, Roman, " he heard her mumble. Her eyes stayed closed, and her lips had barely moved but he had heard her.

Emily's eyelashes fluttered and he moved his head slightly against hers, his own eyes wide in the dim light of the moon shining down on the bed. She looked angelic in the moonlight and Roman was in awe of her.

It wasn't even physical beauty he was seeing right now, she still had healing bruises and cuts and stitches and looked like she had been through a war. But he saw just that... a fucking warrior princess.

Her strength was so much of her beauty right now.

And the fact that she was so beautiful too was just a bonus that was he was still so eager to keep uncovering as she trusted him more. Kissing her more and exploring more of her amazing body in the shower had been incredible and he could feel his body wanting more of her right now just thinking of it.

The way she looked at him as she kissed his shoulder and pressed her whole body against him as the water rained down on them...that had been indescribable. Her eyes were like liquid heat in that moment as she stared at him and he wanted more, so fucking much more in that moment.

Roman felt his body fast rising to the occasion of where his thoughts were going and again reminded him of how much hunger he felt, and he knew this was not the time or the place. He angled himself back from her and felt his heart racing.

Untangling his body from hers he sat up, pulling the blankets off his legs. Her hands fell to her side, and he tucked them in the blankets and kissed her head. "I'll be right back," he breathed out and stood up and walked to the bathroom, opened and closed the door and leaned back on it, his head down on the wood.

He had changed into Pj pants for bed and was wearing boxers so he had plenty of layers between them when he had been laying there in bed with her, but his body was beyond aware of how much he wanted all this, and she looked damn sexy in his shirt and his own boxers that he could hardly think straight at all.

Yesterday he had dreamed of being in this exact scenario. He was ready to kidnap her right from her husband's bed after he saw her there laying so peacefully, so alone and beautiful once he had seen Hunter kissing that teenager. That was all before anything to do with seeing that her husband had beaten her so badly too.

Now, now she was literally in his bed.

Roman had her warm and soft and wearing his clothes and smelling so damn delicious and looking and feeling so amazing and his body was not understanding that he was NOT in any kind of charge here.

He knew it. But he was not having any luck telling the rest of him that. He leaned on the door in the silence and just breathed and tried to settle himself down, already debating on a cold shower before he went back to bed.

"Roman," a soft sweet voice at door interrupted his spinning thoughts and his head flew up. "Baby, the light is off in there. Are you okay?"

He hadn't even realized he had been in the dark at all when she knocked, and he swallowed hard. "Um, yeah I'm okay."

Opening the door he saw her standing there, a picture of concern on her gorgeous face. His eyes traveled lower, and God did she look sexy his shirt.

The long sleeves drowned her in it, so much so that the one shoulder slipped down, and she had the buttons half done up, her long hair falling all silky down her shoulders, and making her look so fucking hot.

That image, right like that is what he thought she would look like after he had totally rocked her world and she just wandered back in bathroom to brush her hair or clean up after being thoroughly fucked...

Damn it Reigns! he hissed at himself in his head, trying to stop his freaking one-track mind. He badly needed that cold shower. He fought like hell to keep the blood up in his brain right now.

She smiled softly and reached for him totally unaware of the internal battle for his mind and body raging silently. He opened his arms and she stepped into his embrace, and he kissed the top on her head, like it was the most natural thing in the world. It felt like they had known each other for so long already. Everything felt so familiar.

"I woke up and couldn't find you." Emily mumbled into his skin by his neck.

"I'm okay. Just having some trouble sleeping," he replied, his head resting on the top of hers, his one hand tangling in her hair, stroking down the length of it as he held her. Her hands wound tight around his waist and under his shirt.

Emily hugged him tight. "Oh. I am sorry. I haven't slept better in ages, and I think I was even dreaming a bit like happy dreams not nightmares. I can finally breathe. It feels so strange and yet so good. Like I don't even know how to process that I am allowed to actually sleep without being scared.

Roman walked them back to the bed and pulled her back down into his lap. He cupped her face and looked deep in her eyes. "You don't need to be sorry for anything. Do you hear me?"

Emily nodded and he saw tears in her eyes as he spoke.

He continued. "I mean it Em, if you snore like a chain saw or kick me in your sleep or steal all the blankets or scream like a damn banshee and scare all the neighbors at this motel."

He saw her start to laugh at his examples and smile and he loved that. "You don't get to say sorry to me because you are allowed to freaking breathe and sleep without being scared. Okay? Believe that."

She was smiling and laughing and had wrapped her arms around his neck as she straddled his lap on the side of the bed and nodded rapidly. "Okay Roman I promise."

He held her tight, and it felt like she just melted into his arms as they just sat like that on the side of the bed. His eyes fell closed and he inhaled deeply and let his senses drown in her as he nuzzled his nose in her hair.

Emily slowly lifted her head from his and looked back at him and he felt her fingers playing in his hair at the sides of his face. "So why were you not sleeping Roman, anything I can do?"

He smirked slightly at the thoughts in his head. A certain body part was under lockdown right now and it was taking all his concentration to keep him down but oh damn yes, he knew what she could do to help him sleep.

Roman shook his head at her and smiled softly. "No Baby girl. It's just lots going on and I think I am just too on alert from everything, and I just can't settle down."

Emily tilted his head down with her hands and nuzzled his nose with hers. "Roman you are a lot of amazing things. My superman being the top one right now..." He smiled again and kissed her lips gently. "But you aren't a good liar sweetie."

He sucked in a deep breath and saw her staring heavily at him, her dark eyes wide and intense. She wasn't going to let this go. "I'm beyond fine really."

But she just frowned deeper, her chocolate eyes shining in the moonlight and stuck out her bottom lip in the most adorable pout.

Roman stared right back at her trying to win the stare down. She knew he would do anything for her already and his girl was pulling out the big guns. "I promised you I wouldn't pressure you, Beauty. I fell asleep almost right away all snuggled up against your neck and I was so careful to respect how close the rest of us were."

Oh goodness he wasn't sure how much of this she really wanted to hear, and she was sitting all adorably fucking cute on his lap having no idea what he was going to say. "So yeah, I was deeply asleep and you my Angel you just rub your sexy ass against me and wake me up like so freaking fast and my body wanted you so badly."

Emily was blushing and nearly hiding behind her hair and Roman smoothed it back behind her ears and cupped her face.

"You wanted to hear this, so you are getting the full truth. Want more description or is that clear enough for you? " Roman asked curiously, with a raise of one brow.

The brunette beauty was giggling on his lap but actually nodding and she moved slightly and shifted her weight a bit and rubbed her body more against him under her as she was still straddling him.

Roman's eyes widened at that before they narrowed back at her. "Are you teasing Baby girl?" he dared her. "Because I'm having a very interesting time convincing the rest of me that we were supposed to just freaking sleep before Em. You move around more on my lap and I for sure will need a cold shower before bed!"

Emily giggled again and wound her arms around his neck, pulling his lips to hers. "I'm sorry." She kissed him hard, cupping the back of his head as she tilted his head and moaned into his mouth.

Roman grinned against her lips. "Mmm, I don't think you are..." he mumbled and heard her slight laugh again. He slid his hands up her thighs as they kissed, palming her hips and tugging hard on her bottom and pulling her roughly against him. He was rock hard beneath her, and he wanted to show her how much she affected him that fast when he let himself go and

She had been half kneeling to straddle him, and he pulled her legs to wind them in behind him, tugging harder to press her tight, and sliding the material of his dress shirt higher above her hips.

"Mmm God Em, you feel so good," he breathed as she pulled his lips back harder against hers. Once he broke away from her mouth she was panting again, her breasts heaving from how he could see them straining against the fabric of his dress shirt.

Emily looked back up at him from beneath her dark lashes. "I am sorry Roman. Really. I am trying to be brave and cute and sexy and feel beautiful for you and I am really trying with all of that. And everything with having the fight with the pancake and the showering together was so amazing so I don't mean be so hot and cold or start and stop."

Roman was already shushing her and shaking his head.

"No, I mean it. Please let me finish," Emily said quietly and he rubbed his hands on her arms, his gray eyes focused on her.

"I know I want more with you, so much more," she said, sinking her fingers in his hair at the sides of his face and massaging his head, like she knew he loved so much. "Just me doing this and watching your face and seeing your eyes fighting to stay open."

He was smiling right now and nodding at her.

Emily was beaming. "Mmm hmm, just like that. Just like the first time when I was sitting on your SUV, and I had run into your arms away from everything wrong in my life. All the loud music, all the people, all the drugs and drinking, all the darkness and evil in that house. And I ran to you."

Roman was in awe of her words and her touch and was drowning in everything she was doing and saying to him. He pulled his eyes open more right then and cradled her face in his palms too. "You did run to me...after I pushed you away and made you go back to him, back to all of that and you still ran back in my arms again."

He felt tears at his lashes, and one slipped down his cheek at his remembrance of that moment. "God, Beautiful I am so fucking sorry I kept pushing you away."

Emily shushed him and softly pressed her lips to his. "Don't be Roman. It was not your fault I wasn't ready to tell you about what happened to me there. It is not your fault at all."

She kept tangling her fingers in his hair, rubbing his head as she pulled back to look at him. "When I did this, and you moaned 'Baby girl please' at me then I felt so much hope that you heard me and that I just wanted to feel safe that night. I think part of me wanted to just disappear with you and indulge in just purely sexual feelings and make it that for one night. But I was so stupid to think that anything with you would be just physical or ever just one night at all. "

He was quiet and letting her share and it sounded like the floodgates of her feelings were open, so he did not want to stop anything that she wanted to be open about. Her fingers kept playing in his hair as she talked, and he fought to keep focused on her words too.

"I want to give you so much more of me too. All of me too. I don't even know why I am so scared Roman. You have been the only man that has ever been gentle and soft with me in so, so long. I barely know what that feels like, what tenderness and softness and caring feels like. I feel like I have known you for so long already when I know that is not true. I need to tell you so much yet too like I promised too but right now all I want to do is try to show you how I feel. Does that make any sense?"

Roman nodded slowly and he wanted so much to know how she felt. He felt like every time she tried to show him, she pulled back again and got scared of more intimacy with him.

Emily looked serious now and he studied her dark eyes locked on him. "Could you let me lead? Like fully be in control and see where it leads. That way I can show you and make you feel good Roman?"

He was listening and very much understanding and wanting to do whatever he could to make anything easier for her. Nodding he smiled and rubbed her arms more. "Whatever you need Emmie, yes for sure."

She looked relieved and let out a deeper breath as she looked back at him. "Can I offer you something I do feel comfortable with? As a start at least? Something even Hunter never wanted from me?"

That piqued his interest, and he was already nodding, his eyes half lidded, fighting how relaxed her touch was making him. "Yes, Baby girl I will happily take whatever you offer me. I mean it." Roman smiled. He stroked his thumb down her cheek. "Do tell, please..."

Emily was smiling bashfully again like she was worried what she would say would not be met with the response she was hoping for. He could see the doubt and fear all over her face before she even opened her mouth. Roman was determined that whatever it was he would welcome it like it was the best thing ever, just to see that precious smile of confidence back on her face.

"A massage? With oil. I saw some in the bathroom in a bowl by the sink and I could do my best, Baby and I'm sure..." Emily was stammering all nervously now and it was so cute and adorable.

He didn't even let her finish whatever she might have been saying and pulled her lips to his. They met in a crashing of mouths and moans of pleasure as he cradled her face and she clung to his waist; her fingers clenched in the folds of his tank top. He loved that she was calling him baby and the mere thought of an oil massage from her... oh Sweet Lord.

Roman was smiling as he pulled back from her lips. "In case you couldn't tell, that was a yes. Very much beyond yes. I would love that." And his girl smiled shyly back at him and nodded slowly. He was thrilled to see the sparkle back in her eyes. Her hands were still playing under his tank top and teasing his bare skin at his waist as they had kissed.

He wanted to show her any way he could that she could trust him, and he was there for her, and she was completely safe with him. If this was a way she wanted to show him how she felt about him too, he was more than excited to experience it.

Anything to bring them closer.

He reached stroked her cheeks and tunneled his fingers in her hair as he gazed down in her dark eyes. The bruise was slowly fading on the one and the swelling too on the other. But he looked past all the damage her husband had done and focused on her wide and liquid eyes locked on his.

"Never forget how amazing you are. Promise me Beautiful. Okay?" he prodded her, and he saw her nodding at him as a tear slipped down her cheek. He leaned in and licked it up and saw her eyes close.

Roman kissed a path down that cheek to her lips and she moaned, as he caught her mouth in his. "I promise Roman. I won't forget. " She pulled back to look at him, her one hand sliding up his back under his shirt. "It's you. You make me feel amazing and beautiful and wanted and safe."

She nuzzled her nose to his. "So let me make you feel amazing too in at least one way I feel I can right now, and I know I will keep getting braver to give more of me to you too. It might just take a bit more time and I know I will feel so much better once I have my baby in my arms too and never have to go back to that man ever again too."

Roman nodded and more than understood. So much was still so scary and unknown. Was she scared to be with him if she felt she might have to go back to her husband? They had so much to talk about yet.

Emily saw him thinking and she smiled at him, with a cute pout on her lips. "So serious. It's relaxing time for you after the crazy day you had yesterday rescuing me."

He sighed and smiled. "That sounds incredible."

She smiled back and pulled his tank top up over his head and tossed it to the floor. Ooh he was loving where this was going...