Would Roane?

I heard his footsteps behind me seconds before he wrapped an arm around my waist and tugged me into his body, my back to his front. My breath hitched as his hand coasted up my stomach to cup my breast and he squeezed it, a deep groan rumbling up from his chest. I could feel his arousal digging into my back as he tugged on my hair with his free hand, arching my neck. As he kneaded my breast, he pressed hot, burning kisses down my throat.

“Roane,” I whimpered, reaching for him.

His strong hands pressed down on my upper back until I bowed over the dining table, and he nudged my legs open with his feet.

Arousal flushed through me, and I shivered, pressing my hands to the table for support.

No words passed between us. The only sound was that of our heavy breathing and the unzipping of my shorts and his jeans.

I shuddered when he peeled my underwear down my legs and caressed my cheeks.

Then I was lost as Roane touched me, readying me for him, my moans growing louder as he built me toward climax. Just as everything inside me tightened to near breaking point, he stopped, I heard the sound of foil crinkling, and then seconds later he gripped my hips and pushed inside me.

Sensation overwhelmed me as he powered in and out of me and I rocked back and forth, chasing his hard thrusts. The coil of tension snapped inside me, and as I came around him, his fingers bit into my skin as he pumped faster and harder, racing after his own release.

It was quick and hot.

But it was also different . . .

It had a desperate edge that hadn’t been between us before.

His lips were hot on my neck as he bowed over me, his hands coasting soothingly up my sides. His chest rose and fell against my back as his labored breathing eased. I felt his lips on my nape, a tender, sweet touch before he straightened and pulled out of me.

Roane’s continued silence worried me, and I didn’t look at him as I pushed up off the table to fix myself. However, as I bent to reach for the underwear around my ankles, Roane took hold of my arm to stop me. Finally, I met his gaze, and a renewed flush of desire floored me at the heat in his.

“Don’t bother putting it back on,” he said, voice thick with want.

A new shiver trembled through me as I followed him into my bedroom, where he undressed me to make love to me.