Roarke’s gruff laugh made goosebumps rise on her skin. He circled his fingers around her wrist and pulled her into the adjacent bedroom.
The second he shut and locked the door, she was on him. His hot body was like a song she couldn’t get out of her head. He caught her ass in his grip the second her chest smacked into his. Hungrily, she found his mouth.
“Goddamn,” he growled, pushing her against the wall.
Memories of the Christmas tree flashed in her mind. But this was different. This time, there was no barrier between them. No regret. No river of complexity.
Just Roarke. Just Laine.
How it always should have been.
His hands went to her hips, and he cradled her in the breadth of his palms. Never had she felt so tiny.
So treasured.
His tongue slipped between her teeth, and a moan escaped from the back of her throat. The minty toothpaste he’d just used made her tastebuds tingle. She welcomed him deeper into her mouth, letting his knee bump open her thighs.
She gently tugged on his towel until it fell heavily to the floor. Before she could grab the thick, pulsing member pressing against her pants, he swept his fingers up her shirt to her bare nipple.
“Roarke,” she cried, her head falling back against the wall.
The bedroom light washed them in a warm yellow glow, forcing away any insecurities. A smile played on his mouth, enhancing the sharp line of his jaw and the bow of his lips. Stubble covered the lower half of his face. It was thicker than it had been the last time she saw him. Until now, she’d never been so obsessed with a guy’s facial hair.
He squeezed her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, driving lust through her groin.
She arched her back and cupped his neck. “Roarke, don’t play with me,” she whined.
The hand holding her hip gripped tighter. “Oh, baby. I’m going to do a lot of playing.” The gritty, daring promise made the lips between her legs throb with need.
She moved her hand to his dick. She could barely get her fingers around his girth. She stretched and pulled, eliciting a guttural sound from his mouth.
“Dammit, Lainie. How the hell do you do this to me?”
Before she could process his semi-irritated question, her shirt was peeled over her head and her leggings shoved down to her ankles. She kicked the material off her feet and welcomedhim into her arms again. He hefted her up so her knees wrapped around his waist. His hot, thick length pressed so close to her folds.
“Roarke.” She wiggled against him as his mouth came down on hers. She needed him inside her. Now.
He peeled his lips away and his gaze met hers, its intensity hammering her to her core. “I didn’t use a condom last night.”
She nodded. “I know.” She might as well have said she didn’t care. She wasn’t exactly that brazen, though.
His hot breath spiraled between them. “I bought some at the airport. Hang on.”
He began to lower her but she stopped him, tightening her ankles. “I want you, Roarke. My period is due in a few days. The risk of me getting pregnant is extremely low.”
Low, but not zero.
Still, that detail didn’t stick in her mind.
Roarke’s mouth firmed. “Tell me what to do.”
Her fingers flexed on his shoulder. “Make love to me,” she whispered. Her words were breathy, desperate.
Roarke’s eyes turned hazy. The brown hues among the blue and amber took over, darkening his gaze. He kissed her—so gently that the lust building inside of her hovered in space for a few beats.
He didn’t devour her, nor did his tongue slip inside. He kissed her as if he wanted to savor every second. His fingers moved between them to touch her folds. She gasped as he grazed them, spreading her heat.
The head of his cock found her opening. She clutched his neck, and her mouth fell open as he sank deep. This time, his tongue found hers.
