‘In lust, though.’
‘Lust.’ He inhaled deeply. ‘Frankie referred to my “reputation”.’
‘The edible bachelor thing?’
He shot a stunned look at her.
‘Eligible!’ she corrected hurriedly. ‘Whatever. It’s hardly a surprise. You admitted it yourself. It’s no shock that a man like you—’
‘Good-looking and wealthy.’
‘Confident and assured,’ she corrected, even more irritated. ‘Draws attention and is popular.’
‘Violet...’
‘Could you just kiss me, Roman?’ She glared at him.
‘Are you sure?’
‘What else are we going to do?’ she flung at him furiously. ‘I don’t want to fight it any more. Neither of us can sleep. It might help with that.’
‘So might a glass of milk and a cookie.’
‘We can have that too. After.’ She breathed hard.
To her annoyance, he suddenly chuckled. But then he lifted his hands from her waist and deftly undid the last of her pyjama buttons. Wordlessly holding her gaze, he opened the top, and now she was bare-breasted and bare-bottomed, there for him to study. And study he did. As his gaze lowered, his amusement sank beneath stark hunger. She wriggled her shoulders so the top fell down her arms to the floor. His gaze flickered and he cupped her breasts. She shuddered as desire shot tension deep within her body. She’d ached for this for too long.
His smile flashed. ‘You like it when I do this.’
His hands were big and warm and strong, and sending delicious shivers through her body as he stroked closer and closer to her tight nipples.
She groaned. ‘Am I not supposed to?’
A low laugh escaped him and he bent close, his breath warm on her sensitive skin. ‘I love seeing you like this. Feeling you...you’re so beautiful.’
‘Can you just kiss me?’ she muttered.
‘Sure,’ he promised. ‘In a moment.’
His thumbs circled her tight nipples. She needed him to caress their tips but instead he teased in ever-decreasing circles, still not stroking the aching buds. ‘Tease.’
His face flushed as he watched her body’s reaction to his touch.
‘Kiss me,’ she whispered.
But Roman dropped to his knees.
‘What are you...?Oh...’
Hewaskissing her. Kissing her inner thighs. Kissing her...there...long and lush and deep, and she was overcome. Her legs trembled. He caught her, tumbling her down to the plush carpet, and then she was on her back, her legs spread and he was still kissing her—there. Savouring her intimately, desperately. She stretched her arms out, her palms down, sliding her spread fingers through the intricately woven wool. She could feel the vibration of the train riding the tracks beneath her. Her hips lifted as sensations surged. She wantedhimto rideher.
‘Please...please...’
‘I want to taste your pleasure, Violet.’ He growled. ‘It’s been so long.’
‘Oh...’
It didn’t take long at all.