She went. It might not be smart, but she really couldn’t help herself. She wanted this man. Wanted his touch, his kisses. Wanted to feel his body inside hers.
Goose bumps fled up her arms and it wasn’t because she was in her underwear. The room might be a little chilly, but she was blazing hot.
For Roan.
He wrapped her in his arms and hugged her for a long time and she let him, soaking up his warmth and strength.
Then his hand went to the clasp of her bra, but he hesitated. “Do you want this?”
“Yes.”
“You sure?”
“I’m still here.”
“That’s definitely a pro.” His fingers were at her back and she felt the bra give and fall away. He sucked in his breath and with reverence in his voice said, “God, you are so beautiful.”
Her cheeks flushed and she ducked her head.
He hooked a finger under her chin and raised her face to meet his gaze. “You are special to me, Jazzy Walker. I want you to know that.”
Tears pressed against her eyes, surprising her. “Thank you.”
“I feel like you’re a dream I never even dared dream.”
“Oh, Roan, I feel the same.”
Gently, he kissed her forehead, then the spot between her eyebrows before moving to the tip of her nose and her lips.
When his mouth fully closed over hers, they both groaned. She slipped her arms around his neck and pulled his head down, drinking him in.
With his hot hands all over her body and her lips tingling from his kisses, Jazzy could scarcely breathe. She tried to suck in air, but her lungs felt tight, and her pulse galloped. She struggled to inhale and made a small strangling sound.
Roan pulled back, peered at her intently. “You okay?”
“Uh-huh, just...” She fanned her throat. “Choked up.”
“Aww.” He pulled her to him for another hug and held her until her heart stopped racing. “It’s okay. It’s going to be all right.”
“You promise?”
“Yes.” He started kissing her again, slowly, sweetly.
She drifted, savoring everything, the taste of his mouth, the smell of his skin, the silk of his hair slipping through her fingers.
“Better?” he asked.
Grateful, she smiled. “Better.”
Giving her a devastatingly wicked grin, he cupped her breasts and dipped his head to kiss first one nipple and then the other.
She clutched his shoulders, trembling at his touch. When he took a nipple into his mouth, she groaned and pressed against him, sliding her hands down his back, skimming her palms over his honed muscles until she reached his butt.
What a fantastic butt!
Grunting, she pushed at the waistband of his boxer briefs, tugging at the elastic. He was so busy blazing kisses up her neck, he didn’t stop to help. She tried to shove them down low enough so he could step out of them, but they hung on his erection.
He laughed. The sound vibrated against her throat sending tingles up her jaw. “Greedy little thing, aren’t you?”