He stroked and teased until her already painfully sensitised flesh felt as if it were on fire, she were on fire! She had never in her wildest fantasies come close to imagining the sort of blind, relentless hunger that gripped her at that moment.
When his fingers slid under the waistband of her pyjama bottoms she shivered hard and lifted her hips to help him slide them down her legs.
The air against her bare skin made her shiver. Scarlet opened her eyes and discovered he was propped up on one elbow looking down at her. He shifted his weight while he fought his way out of his damaged-beyond-repair shirt, not taking his dark liquid eyes from her as he casually flung the garment across the room.
Transfixed by the spectacle of perfectly toned muscle and deliciously smooth golden flesh, Scarlet gulped as her greedy eyes ate him up. She was weak with lust just looking at him. He was magnificent, perfect in every way, and the idea of touching that sleek, smooth body made her ache inside.
‘You have a beautiful body.’ There was a tremor of something close to reverence in his deep voice. ‘So pale and perfect in every way.’
Scarlet, who had always compared herself with a beautiful sister, was extremely glad that beauty really did turn out to be in the eye of the beholder after all. But who would have guessed the beholder in question would turn out to be a man like Roman?
She rolled half onto her stomach and Roman’s hot eyes zeroed in on the curve of her smooth peachy bottom. He inhaled slowly through flared nostrils when her small hand curved determinedly over him, he released the breath in a slow sibilant hiss as her fingers then tightened over him. Rhythmically she repeated the process again and again.
He was so much harder than she had imagined, feeling him pulse against her hand made the heavy, dragging sensation in the pit of her belly a hundred times more intense. Her skin had acquired a sheen of moisture by the time he drew her tormenting hand from his body.
His eyes, dark and insolent, touched her face. ‘Don’t forget your place,’ he instructed as he levered himself lightly from the bed.
Scarlet opened her mouth to protest and then saw he was unfastening his belt. The hot rush of desire that zapped through her left her literally panting for breath.#p#????#e#
There was an electrified silence as he kicked aside his boxer shorts. Transfixed, she couldn’t take her eyes off the hard contours of his taut, toned frame. There were no excess pounds to blur or disguise the perfect muscle definition of his upper body, flat belly and powerful thighs.
He was simply beautiful, a perfect bronzed statue come to life. She felt the prickle of emotional tears behind her eyelids as she feasted her eyes on him.
She was not conscious of moaning his name out loud, but she was conscious of the raw out-of-control light burning in his incredible eyes as he rejoined her. The skin-to-skin contact blasted the last shred of reason, of caution, from her head.
While he kissed her soft lips, deep searing kiss after deep searing kiss, she was all the time conscious of the hardness of his erection grinding into her belly. His skilful hands were moving over her sensitised body. She was equally driven to touch every inch of his smooth golden skin, explore every centimetre of the taut, silky surface.
The air was filled with gasps, hoarse whimpers of pleasure and muted moans.
Ultra receptive to his skilful touch, she writhed and twisted when his hands cupped her breasts; she grabbed his head and cried out when his tongue lashed teasingly across the tight, engorged peaks.
He laughed when she brokenly claimed to be dying—she was only half joking.
‘Try and hold on a little longer,’ he instructed as he mercilessly began to lick his way down the softness of her quivering belly. She stiffened when his exploration reached the soft fuzz at the apex of her legs.
‘Relax, cara,’ he breathed into her ear.
‘But…’
It wasn’t his kiss but the unexpected tenderness in his eyes that stilled her protest.
‘Don’t think, let yourself feel. That’s it,’ he approved throatily as she pushed against his fingers with a sigh.
‘I don’t know what I’m doing…in theory I know, but…’
‘I know what I’m doing.’
He did.
Because he had had a lot of practice…He’s right, I shouldn’t think.
‘And you’re not doing so badly, cara. Oh, my God, you’re so tight,’ he breathed hoarsely as he slid a finger inside her.
‘That’s…oh, my God…! Please, Roman, please…’
A considerable amount of pleading and even more indescribable pleasure later, he pulled her knees up and settled between her legs. A shiver of voluptuous anticipation slid through her as she felt the probing pressure of his hard silkiness against the very core of her.