Redemption (Cavan Gang #2) by Laylah Roberts

as Ivan was. Sofia had the best of everything, including her father and Aleksandr’s full attention.”
    Well, maybe they didn’t have that much in common after all.
    “Are you sure you’re up for a bath?”
    “I need one. I can feel his touch.” She shuddered.
    “You should never have been in that alley alone.”
    “Please don’t scold me right now, Rogan. I feel stupid enough as it is.”
    “Sorry. You’re right.” Moving back, he cupped her face between his hands. “Did he? I mean, your pants were still on…” He turned away, his jaw clenched.
    Miller placed her hand on his cheek, turning his face back. “He hit me, tried to kiss me and he-he touched me, but it didn’t go further.”
    Letting out a deep breath, he nodded.
    Miller laughed. “Guess I’ll have a new round of issues to talk to my therapist about.”
    “I’m so sorry.”
    “Why are you sorry?” she asked curiously.
    “I should have protected you better.”
    “Rogan, you had Colm drive me there and back. He sat in the restaurant night after night. What more could you have done? Besides, it’s not up to you to protect me.”
    “Yes, it is.”
    “Why?”
    Leaning in, he kissed her gently, his lips lightly touching hers, searching for a response. Miller melted beneath him, opening her mouth beneath his. His tongue slipped through, exploring, tasting, savoring.
    Warmth filled her. Miller’s body tingled, sang. She ran her fingers through his thick hair. It was softer than she’d imagined.
    Then he pressed her back against the bed, looming over her. Panic stole her breath and she stiffened.
    Rogan pulled back immediately, staring down at her in consternation. “Miller, you’re okay. Just breathe in and out. Christ, what the hell am I thinking? You’ve just been attacked and here I am, mauling you.”
    “I wouldn’t exactly call it a mauling,” she told him, wishing her voice didn’t sound so shaky.
    “Just lie there and try to relax. I’ll go check on your bath.” Turning, he strode off.
    Miller cursed herself silently. She’d finally gotten close to him. He had actually kissed her and then she went and ruined it all with a damn panic attack.
    She tried to remind herself why this wasn’t a good idea. She didn’t want a man like her father.
    Except she knew Rogan was nothing like her dad. Anyone he loved would be cherished, protected, loved. He would never abandon someone he loved.
    But could he ever love her?
     
    What the hell had he been thinking? Rogan paced back and forth across Miller’s bedroom. His cock pressed tight against his pants, protesting the tight confines.
    Fuck, was he a goddamn masochist? He had to be. He should leave now before things went beyond a kiss. He would assign one of his men to watch over her.
    He clenched his hands at the thought of someone else in her bedroom, watching over her while she slept. He growled. Nope, that wasn’t happening.
    A nurse, then. He should hire a nurse to take care of her.
    Miller would hate that. And, right now, Miller’s comfort was at the top of his priority list. Right up there with her safety.
    If Sofia hadn’t killed that bastard, he would have murdered him with his bare hands.
    Rogan leaned his forehead against the wall, trying desperately to ignore the pain in his throbbing balls. Hearing the splashes from in the bathroom as she bathed didn’t help his raging need any.
    Right now, she could be washing over those long, slim limbs, her breasts, her belly, her pussy.
    Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
    He had to get control over himself. This wasn’t him.
    “Rogan?” she called out.
    Standing, he moved to the door. “Are you all right? Do you need me?”
    “I’m fine. But if you need to go… I mean, I know you have to work.”
    Abandon her when she needed him? Like everyone else in her life?
    Hell no.
    “I’m right here. Everything else can wait. I’m not going anywhere.”
     
    “I’m right here. Everything else can wait. I’m not going anywhere.”
    Those words