I pressed against him, as close as possible. His hand slid slowly up my back and lingered at my shoulder. He traced his finger down my arm, to my wrist, my hand, my fingertip, until it rested warmly on my stomach. He spread his palm wide and held me in place for a second.
I gasped and surged upward against him. I needed air.
Roane groaned as he pulled his lips away. “Your shield’s down.”
I pressed my lips against his and moaned when I felt the struggle inside of him. He paused. He wanted to say something, but my tongue gently touched the tip of his. Then he lost the battle for control. Both his hands claimed my head and he tilted it so his tongue swept further, deeper.
I was so lost in his exploration that I hadn’t realized when Roane lifted me in the air. As I felt the satin sheets un
