Taking a deep gulp of breath, I open my mouth to tell him about the offer when something else entirely comes pouring out, taking us both by surprise.
“I love you, Roan.”
Oh-so-slowly, one side of his mouth curves up before he lowers his lips to mine. As soon as we touch, my mouth opens under the gentle pressure of his. Just as his tongue starts mingling with mine, he pulls back. I’m still able to feel his warm breath feathering across my lips as our eyes lock and hold.
“I love you, too.” He grins so hard that he’s practically beaming. “You beat me to it. I’ve been wanting to tell you for a while now.”
I can’t help but smile in return. “Me, too.”
In the blink of an eye, he shoves all the books off his bed so they crash onto the floor before lying down with me settled on top of him. Sitting astride him, his big hands hold my waist as he stares up at me with love shining from within those gorgeous depths of his.
His words leave my heart tripping. “I know we haven’t been together all that long but you mean more to me than anyone else ever has. I hope you realize that.”
Lowering myself down, I gently stroke his lips with my own as I whisper against them, “I feel the same way.”
“You going to spend the night?” He raises a brow. “Queen sized bed.”
With the Cincinnati Ballet totally forgotten, I smile down at him. “Yep.” At the moment, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be than right here with Roan.
“Good. Cause I love holding you in my arms at night.”
And I love being there.
Sitting up, I yank off my shirt before tossing it onto the floor. Then I unsnap my bra, throwing that as well. Roan’s eyes fall to my breasts right before his large calloused palms come up to cup them. For someone with such huge hands, he’s incredibly gentle with my body. I may not have a lot going on up there but he seems to love what I do have. The way he looks at me makes me feel beautiful. And I absolutely love having his hands on me. I love the way he plays with me. No one has ever made love to me the way he does. There’s a fierce tenderness in the way he takes me.
The groan that falls from his lips is long, low, and full of need. Because I’m still straddling his torso, I feel the hard length of him nestled beneath me. Heat ignites within me as I slowly rub myself against him.
“Damn, Ivy…” I love the horse sounding way my name slides from his lips when he gets turned on. It’s so freaking sexy. All low and gravelly.
But then again, everything about Roan is just plain sexy.
And he’s all mine, I remind myself.
Sliding my hands under his shirt, I tug the soft cotton material as I go until it’s all bunched up around that massive chest of his. Unable to resist, I stroke my fingers over his flat male nipples, loving the way they pucker under the gentle pressure. Roan growls as I lean down, softly sucking one brown nipple into my mouth. His entire body goes rigid beneath me. His big hands slide leisurely down my body until he’s able to palm one firm ass cheek in each hand. He squeezes them before pulling my body forward and backwards so that I’m riding his rock hard erection between my legs.
Arghhhhh.
I can’t help but moan as he continues the movement. My core pulses with hot achy need as I rub myself against him. He does this a few more times before his hands leave my body. With me still sitting on top of him, he sits up just a bit before tugging the shirt over his head and tossing it onto the floor.
“I want you out of these,” he says as his fingers delve inside my leggings, pushing both my panties and the black stretchy material down my hips. Still straddling him, I stand before shimmying my way out of both garments until I’m totally bared to him. His t-shirt is now gone and the athletic shorts he has on are tented in front.
I raise an eyebrow. “You gonna get rid of those?”
Grinning, he slides both the shorts and boxers down his lean hips and muscular legs, before kicking them off. My eyes arrow to the nest of dark curls as his cock springs free.
And what an impressive boner it is.
Just as I’m lowering myself down on top of it, Roan places both hands on my hips, effectively halting my descent. “Oh no, you don’t.” Pulling me forward, he slides down the bed until my spread pussy hovers above his mouth.
My breath catches in my throat as I stare down at him from my kneeling position on the bed.
It is so unbelievably sexy to see him between my parted legs. His eyes burn brightly as they hold mine. Even though I’m inches above his mouth, I feel his warm breath feathering over the most intimate part of me. His large hands slip from my waist down to my spread thighs. His eyes, which had been holding mine only moments ago, slowly drop until he’s staring at my spread flesh. Ever so gently, his fingers stroke my inner thighs, skimming in slow massaging circles that continuously move closer and closer to my now aching core.