Our mouths touched and then…I lost my mind. I opened my mouth and kissed him.
The taste of him slammed into me. It was hot spice tangled with need. With a low groan, he pulled me closer, his tongue stroking mine.
Before I knew it, I was in his lap. I straddled him, my knees either side of his hips. I slid my hands into his hair.More. I needed more. As we kissed, everything felt magnified: every stroke, every caress, the hard press of his body. Electricity zapped through me and I felt it everywhere. From my lips to my toes.
His hands skated down my back, cupped my ass.Yes. I undulated against him. I wanted him to touch me everywhere. I wanted those hands on my bare skin, I wanted to tear his clothes off and touch that chest. I wanted him inside me again. Desperately.
Something fell off the table and clattered to the ground.
I jerked and yanked my mouth from his.
We both stared at each other.
“What do you want, Tessa?”
I licked my lips. I wasn’t fooling myself. Ignoring him, ignoring this attraction, wasn’t working.
I wanted him.
So much I ached.
“It’s your call,” he murmured.
I’d always been the good girl. I hadn’t wanted to add to Emily’s burden, so I’d done everything I could to get good grades, follow the rules, never step out of line. I was always solving everyone’s problems.
Why not take care of myself for once? Take somethingIwanted.
Ro wouldn’t be here forever. I ignored the little sting that gave me. We could enjoy whatever this was between us, then both walk away satisfied. He didn’t stay in one place very long. Didn’t get attached.
And I had more than enough responsibilities and commitments.
“You,” I murmured. “I want you.”
He growled and kissed me again. His mouth was hot against my lips, then trailed down my jaw, igniting shivery sensations everywhere. “All I’ve been thinking about is tasting you again.”
He rose and lifted me into his arms. I grabbed his shoulders, then before I could process, he was carrying me inside. He shouldered through the door to the cabin and slammed it shut behind us.
The next thing I knew, I was lying on that romantic bed. I looked up at him, and the stark desire on his face, and my heart kicked in my chest.
Then his hands were tugging at my pants. He unclipped my radio and tossed it on the rug. Then he tore open the button and zipper, yanked my pants down my legs, followed by my panties. Air locked in my lungs, need twisting in my belly. He shoved my legs apart.
Oh, God. I could barely breathe, I was so turned on.
He pressed one knee to the bed. His hot gaze raked over me. It was like a touch, and I fought the urge to squirm.
Leaning over me, he pressed my hands above my head, pinning them to the covers.
“Don’t move these, Ms. Ashford.” His voice was low, hot. “Look at you.” He moved down my body, fingers shoving my top up to uncover my lace-covered breasts. One hand squeezed my left breast, and I moaned. Then his warm breath puffed over my stomach.
His lips moved over my skin and my body arched.
“So beautiful,” he murmured.
Then his head was between my thighs.
I cried out. He licked me, the heat of his lips and tongue making me jerk. I twisted on the bed covers. “Ro.”
“Keep those hands where I put them,” he growled.
