Page 121 of Shadows of You

He moved toward me like an animal stalking its prey.

“I like this.” Roan’s fingers twisted in the fabric of my silk robe.

“It’s soft,” I explained, something he already knew.

“Not as soft as this.” Roan’s hand slipped beneath the fabric to tease the skin of my chest.

My breath hitched.

“Softer than silk. Like a flower petal.” His head dipped, and he ran his lips along the opening of my robe.

My fingers hooked into the waistband of his pants, needing something to keep me steady.

Roan’s hands moved to the tie at my waist. Slowly, he tugged it free, and my robe fell open. “So damn beautiful. More beautiful than I ever could’ve imagined.”

Heat pooled low. My nipples pebbled under his stare in the cool air.

Roan traced one peak with his finger. It tightened, seeking, searching for more of Roan’s touch.

“Do you trust me, Tender Heart?”

What a loaded question for someone like me. Someone who had been through battle after battle. Who had lost it all time and again.

But I breathed deeply and told him the truth. “Yes.”

Maybe that made me a fool. Maybe it made me the bravest woman in the world. But all I knew was that Roan had me, body and soul.

His eyes flared with blue heat, and his fingers found the tie. He pulled it free from the loops, draping it over his broad shoulder.

My brows scrunched, but not for long because then Roan was ridding me of the robe altogether. It fell to the floor, and he sucked in a breath. “I could stare at you forever.”

His finger trailed over my core, his eyes becoming hooded. “Already aching?”

“Yes.” It was as if Roan had me in some kind of truth haze.

“Let’s see what we can do about that.” His eyes flashed again. “On the bed.”

His voice took on a snap—a demand for control.

There was a rush of wetness between my legs.

I moved slowly toward the bed and lowered myself to sit.

Roan watched me as if I were the most riveting thing he’d ever seen. “Lie back.”

I bit my lip and did as instructed.

“Hands above your head.”

My breaths came quicker as the pressure between my thighs built. I lifted my arms.

Roan moved to one side of the bed, his eyes locking with mine. “You sure you trust me?”

“Always.”

The blue in his eyes swirled and changed. Turned heated, desperately needy, and maybe just a little bit in love.

Roan pulled the robe tie from his shoulder and secured my hands to the iron headboard. As he tugged the silk taut, my heart hammered against my ribs. Everything felt heightened.

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