“I like that idea. I never thought in that direction.” Shiloh gave him a tremulous smile.
“If you want, you could move your furniture out here. We could put some in the cabin here, and put the rest in storage until I can build on to the cabin.” He grinned, seeing her rally, seeing hope flare in her eyes.
“You never said you were going to add on to the cabin.”
Shrugging, he said, “The subject hadn’t come up.” Looking around, Roan added, “It’s too small right now. We need a couple more bedrooms. Maybe a sunroom for you facing south because in the long winters around here, it’s nice to sit in a bright, sunny room with green plants growing in it to remind you that winter isn’t always going to stay.”
Shiloh studied him in the gathering silence. “I have some family antique furniture that means the world to me, Roan. You wouldn’t mind if I brought them out here?”
“Not at all.” He gave her a small shake, smiling down at her. “This is your home too, Darlin’. Not just mine anymore.” He saw tears glimmering in her large, wide eyes. “I meant what I said three weeks ago, Shiloh. I love you.”
More tears streaked down her cheeks. Sniffing, Shiloh whispered unsteadily, “You never gave up on me, did you?”
He gave her a grin. “I’m German. Remember? Stubborn as hell. When I saw you for the first time at the airport, I wanted you. I knew you were the one for me, Shiloh.” Roan caressed her flushed cheek. “I never had any doubt about it. But convincing you to stay with me rather than go back to the East Coast was a challenge.”
Shaking her head, she sniffed and smiled, sliding her hand around his thick, strong neck. “Funny. When I saw you, I knew you were the one, too.”
His brows rose. “You did?”
Laughing softly, Shiloh said, “Yes. I fought it. I was distracted by the stalker, by not being able to write at the time.”
“That chapter in your life is over now, Darlin’.”
Becoming serious, Shiloh studied Roan. “Yes, thank God, it is.”
“Do you want me to help you with the apartment?”
Nodding, Shiloh said, “I really prefer leasing it out. I-I can’t sell it, Roan. It’s like tearing out a piece of my heart and I would love for you to come back to it. See where I live.”
“I understand. Just tell me how I can support you on this and we’ll get it done.”
Sighing, she leaned up, kissing him gently, her hand against his cheek. “You’ve always been there for me, Roan.”
“And I’ll always try to be.”
“I love you, Roan . . .” Shiloh said, pressing against his erection.
Groaning, he laid her against the bed, capturing her jaw, angling it so that he could hungrily plunder her soft, parting lips. As he slid his mouth across hers, she twisted her hips, moving sinuously against his erection, letting him know just how much she wanted him. Shiloh wasn’t shy about sex, enjoying it as a full partner. He gloried in her fearlessness and her hunger, which matched his own.
Their mouths clung to each other, sliding, deepening until he felt her hand come to his shoulder. She pushed strongly, silently asking him to lie on his back. He complied, breaking their heated kiss, seeing the glitter in Shiloh’s eyes. She liked riding him. And he liked having her on top of him, sliding his hands around her waist, pulling her up and over him, placing her wet core against his taut erection.
As she settled down upon him, Roan clenched his teeth, drawing a swift breath of air between them. She was so heated, sliding against him, the ache building so fast that he groaned again, helpless beneath her onslaught. Her hips ground into his, her hands splaying out on his chest, arousal burning in her eyes, her lips parted, breath ragged as she pushed against him. Roan knew he wasn’t going to last. And she didn’t either because she leaned forward upon him, dragging her breasts suggestively across his chest as she lifted her hips just enough. Just enough for him to thrust deeply into her sweet, scalding confines.