Page 122 of Shadows of You

He stared down at me. “Look how beautiful. Your back arched.” His finger traced the curve. “Your breasts on display for me to taste.” His lips closed around one bud, and he sucked hard.

A whimper left my lips. A zing of sensation shot from nipple to clit, and I pressed my thighs together.

“Need me?” he cooed.

“Yes,” I breathed.

Roan straightened in a flash and strode to the end of the bed, unbuttoning his fly. “I had plans to tease you. To make you wait. But I need to be inside you.”

There was a God in heaven.

He shucked his pants and prowled toward the bed. His hand ghosted up my thigh. “Ready for me?”

I opened my mouth to answer, but then Roan’s fingers slid inside me, and all that came out of my mouth was a mewl.

He grinned. “That’s my girl.”

My core clamped down at the words.

Roan cursed and slid his fingers free. “You’re playing with fire.”

A smile stretched my lips. “Not afraid to get burned.”

Roan’s eyes flashed, and he hooked my legs around his waist. A second later, he thrust inside. No warning, just taking. And, God, it was everything.

My eyes fluttered closed as I tried to absorb every sensation.

“Uh, uh, uh,” Roan chastised. “Don’t close your eyes. I want to see every ounce of pleasure you’re drowning in.”

I forced my lids open as Roan thrust deeper. My hands tugged at the bindings, wanting freedom to get to Roan. To feel him. But not being able to move made the rest of my body only feelmore.

Roan angled his hips, taking me deeper. I whimpered but didn’t let my eyes close.

Roan’s hand slipped between us, his finger circling that bundle of nerves.

My hands held tightly to the belt, gripping it with all I had as he arched impossibly deeper. Then his finger pressed down.

There was no warning, no easing into things. I came with lights dancing across my vision and muscles jerking to attention.

Roan cursed as he emptied himself into me, and I took it all. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled through me until I simply collapsed, Roan on top of me.

I struggled to catch my breath. “I think you just gave me a stroke.”

Roan pulled back a fraction, a smile playing on his lips. “I’m taking that as a compliment.”

“Cocky,” I muttered.

“No.” He nuzzled my neck. “Just obsessed with your body. Going to make it my mission to learn every inch.”

37

ASPEN

I tooka sip of my coffee and watched my favorite presentation: the Roan breakfast show. The corded muscles of his forearms bunched and flexed as he expertly flipped an omelet. Then he grabbed the second pan and did it all over again.

It was my favorite way to spend the morning, watching Roan and listening to Cady talk about all her various plans for the day. One week had slid into two, and we were all just…holding.

There hadn’t been another murder, and most of the reporters had left. Everyone except Oren and the two podcasters, Steven and Tyson. The normal news media had realized there wasn’t a story here. At least not one they’d have access to. And the locals had mostly stopped staring, too. They were curious but not rude, giving me space.

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