He groaned. “I might die if you tease.”
“I thought Bene was the dramatic one.” I chuckled, crawling back over his body. “And I’m not teasing. I’m just desperate to feel you inside me.”
“That can be arranged,” he rumbled, taking the top in one smooth roll.
The man made everything feel so right. So inevitable.
Destiny,a little voice whispered to me.
He trailed his lips to my breasts, leaving one hand free to pleasure me below.
In no time, I was heaving sharp, achy breaths, blindly extending my hands over my head. It ought to have left me feeling scarily vulnerable, but I’d never felt more secure or in better hands.
Literally. I would have cackled in laughter if I hadn’t been moaning in ecstasy.
Speech wasn’t possible, but I did manage staccato words between breaths.
“Good. Thing. We’re. Upstairs.”
He chuckled. “Why do you think I let Bene take the double tonight? It’s right next to your sister and Marius.”
I snorted. “They would drown us out with their own noise.”
Seconds later, I contradicted myself with louder and louder cries.
“Shh,” Roux said.
“You try shushing with two fingers inside you,” I mumbled, gyrating against his hand.
Twoverytalented fingers, in my defense.
He blushed but didn’t stop — a perfect combination, as far as I was concerned.
Moments later, his expression went all serious, and he pulled away. I tried yanking him back, but he guided me into a roll, then tugged my hips, bringing me to all fours.
“Like this.” His voice was low and gritty with need.
Oh yes. I practically yowled in anticipation.
He paused just long enough to roll on a condom, but even that took too long for me. I bumped his rear and lowered my head, then moaned when he finally slid in.
Calling it doggy style seemed woefully inadequate. Tiger-style was more like it.
“Okay?” he asked, practically trembling with need.
Gentlemanwas one word for it.Soldier of honorwas even better.
“Hell yes,” I whispered, bracing myself.
He pushed deeper, making my insides burn in the very best way. Then deeper still, advancing cautiously for my sake.
“Don’t hold back,” I insisted, butting back for more. And more and more…
A tiny bit more would have been too much, but this was perfect. I didn’t want tame or plain. I wanted a high to beat all highs, and that was exactly where we went. Soaring, searing, dancing…
Roux made love the way he did everything else. Ferociously. Honestly. Intensely.
The burn spread through my body, bathing me in heat. I fisted the sheets and buried my face in a pillow before my howls woke everyone in the hotel. Fireworks went off in my mind — the kind with crescendo after crescendo, each outdoing the last.
