Chapter 21. Blame It on the Alcohol

Sofie’s POV

When Roman grabbed me by my jaw and captured my lips with his in a sensually ferocious manner, I was so astounded that I froze and just let him maul my lips. He tasted of grapes tinged with alcohol, like the wine we had just shared. The memory of the thong incident came crashing down on me with full force, but I threw the thought aside to allow myself to enjoy the moment. I could always blame it on the alcohol.

I grabbed either side of his face as our tongues danced together in an erotic rhythm, drawing out choked moans from me as his hands crept behind me to pull my sundress up and squeeze my ass cheeks, eliciting a lewd whimper from my lips.

He pulled back, and I thought he’d regained his logical reasoning as he stared at me. “Do you want to continue this here?” he whispered, stroking my exposed thigh.