I swear, every time I look at him, my heart stutters in response.
It’s doubtful I could pull my gaze away even if I wanted to. But since he’s still sleeping, I don’t have to. Slowly my eyes slide from the tips of his inky black hair that has just a hint of curl to it to those ridiculously long lashes that are feathered closed across his cheeks.
Seriously, who has lashes that full and thick?
Ugh. So not fair.
And that mouth...
Total sin.
He has a really strong profile. It would be a lie to say I’m not tempted to nip at that jutting chin. Somehow I resist the urge as my eyes continue gliding down his body. Because he’s not awake, I don’t have to worry about him smirking at me for openly ogling him. Because I know he would. So you better believe I’m going to take advantage of this while I can.
I can’t help but notice that his body has a natural sun kissed hue to it.
He has wide shoulders and huge bulging biceps. There is so much muscle that has been painstakingly sculpted. Almost as if it’s been carved from marble. I can certainly appreciate the level of dedication it takes to develop a body like his. It’s a work of beauty. It really is.
His chest is so wide and solid. The swirl of dark hair on his torso only makes him sexier. He’s so damn manly. Everything about him screams masculine. My eyes continue meandering their way over those strong pecs down over his ribs to his tight abdominals. Even in sleep, they’re amazingly well-defined.
I can only stare at the sight of him in bewilderment.
Someone needs to explain just how Roan King has ended up in my bed.
With me.
No, seriously. Because, for the life of me, I just can’t wrap my brain around it.
Not that I couldn’t lie here all morning eating him up with my eyes, but the need to touch him pounds through me like a steady, insistent drumbeat. So it’s carefully that I lean over before gently pressing my lips against his softly parted ones.
As I feather soft kisses across his mouth, Roan begins to stir beneath me as if he’s fighting to surface from a deep slumber. Groaning, he stretches that great big powerful body against me. Just as I lower my mouth to his again, he suddenly kicks away the sheet before hauling my body up on top of his.
I give a little squeal of surprise as I find myself laid out across his hard body.
Oh my…
Growling, which has to be one of the sexiest sounds I’ve ever heard because it’s all deep and rumbly, he grinds his morning wood against the apex of my thighs. Sharp shafts of desire slice clean through me with each slow, purposeful upstroke. An achy moan slides from between my lips. His tongue delves into my mouth right before his arms snake around me, pressing me closer to all that hard warmth I’m now stretched out on.
His tongue strokes mine with the same rhythmic thrusting as the thick erection sliding against the thin panties I’m wearing. I can feel the rigid length of him though the athletic shorts he wore to bed last night. I feel as if every single capillary in my body is dilating with intense, bone melting pleasure.
Before I can collect my scattered thoughts, he quickly flips us over so that he’s now on top of me, settled right between my spread thighs. I widen them, wanting him as close as possible as his thick cock continues to grind into me. I can’t stop the little whimpers of pleasure that leave my lips every single time his erection rubs against my now slick core. My panties are completely soaked with arousal.
God, I just want to rip off the clothing that separates us. I want to feel the hot rigid length of him sliding inside me. What he’s doing right now feels so damn good. Just as I’m about to suggest that we shed our clothes, he heaves himself from me before rolling onto his back and throwing an arm over his eyes.
For just a moment I can only lie there panting heavily, trying to figure out what the hell just happened. One moment he’s dry humping me and I’m feeling like I could explode with an orgasm and the next, he’s pulling the plug and baling.
I mean, I kind of thought that maybe… you know… we might…well… have sex.
And trust me, I was totally on board with that plan, too. My nether regions are filled with so much aching pressure that I’m tempted to climb right back on top of him and see if I can convince him to take this further. Instead of doing that, I lie there trying to calm the hormones raging within me.
I don’t think I’ve ever been more turned on in my life.
Once I’ve got myself back under control, I finally roll to my side towards him. I need to figure out why he put the kibosh on what was happening between us. Because it was feeling pretty damn good from my end of things.