A low sound caught in her throat as he captured her completely with his strength, guiding her body, milking it, drawing out a second orgasm that surprised Shiloh as it flowed sweetly through her. Roan understood female anatomy, no question, and she lay gasping against him, her fingers dug into his thick shoulders, eyes tightly shut, hurled into a bright universe of stars, suns, and moons. She heard him growl her name, felt him lift his hips, fusing with her, taking her hard and quick. There was no time to catch her breath, her flexing body so much living putty between his hands, hips, and body. Within moments, he grunted, stiffening, hands strong against her hips, arching into her, frozen with pleasure as he climaxed deep within her.
Shiloh had no idea where time went. Only that she lay on top of Roan with him buried within her quivering body. The sweat between them made their flesh slippery against each other. His hands roamed her body, soothing it, drying it, caressing it and making her feel lazy and indolent against him. Their combined sex scent filled her nostrils and it was a dessert of another kind to Shiloh. She weakly smoothed her hand across his damp shoulder, smiling softly, unable to speak; she could only feel and absorb him as a man. A very special man. No one was like Roan. No one.
Roan slowly eased out of Shiloh and then brought her to his side, tucking her in and pulling up a sheet to their waists. The tips of her hair were damp and curled from the perspiration between them. Her lips were slightly swollen from the hungry, branding kiss he’d shared with her earlier. Best of all, there was that Mona Lisa–like smile on her beautiful lips that told him everything. He’d satisfied her completely. Nothing made Roan feel better than pleasing his woman. It was everything. The sharing had been spontaneous, intense and hot.
Shiloh made a little sound of contentment as he leaned down, moving her hair aside, placing a slow, wet kiss against the nape of her neck. Automatically, she surged against his body, like a cat rubbing herself against him, the act sensual, teasing, and intimate. His kisses were provocative, her skin reacting wildly to his tongue, the small nips of her flesh, and then the kiss following the sensations. Shiloh had never felt so loved, so attended to, as if she were a priceless, fragile, sacred being who was being worshipped by a man who truly did love her.
Roan knew how to please her in large and small ways. The last thing Shiloh remembered thinking before she drifted off to sleep, exhausted and happy in Roan’s arms, was why did she wait so long to walk into his life? He’d offered it to her before, but she’d been too afraid to take that step. And how much in the last two weeks had she missed by not being a risk taker with this man who was incredible in every way to her?
Chapter Seventeen
Roan quietly studied Shiloh as she slept. He had eased away, long before sunrise, to get ready for another day of work. The beginnings of dawn, that grayness between night and day, filtered silently around the drapes, allowing him to see the light softly caress her peaceful sleeping features. Her red hair was a tangled mass, but it only made her look that much more desirable. She was made for him. And he was made for her. Only, he knew that and Shiloh didn’t. At least, not yet. A thick strand had dipped across her smooth brow and he gently lifted it away, allowing it to slip across her smooth, white shoulder.
She was petite against him. A slight smile pulled at one corner of Roan’s mouth as he sat there, absorbing the shallow rise and fall of her breasts. Once again, he felt himself stir. Even now, as he inhaled deeply, he could smell her fragrant scent. The blanket and sheet had gathered and bunched around her waist and hip, the soft slope of her spine, that curve of her back calling to him. She was so slender against him. And yet, pound for pound, Shiloh was a fearless scrapper and that made Roan’s mouth flex into a tender line. Reaching out, not wanting to disturb her sleep, because they hadn’t gotten much last night, he lightly touched her shoulder, caressing her upper arm.
Roan desperately wanted to remain with Shiloh. Sleep at her side until she woke him up, those drowsy green eyes of hers filled with such shining love for him. And Roan knew she loved him. He’d seen it last night a number of times, almost as if the words were on her sweet lips to whisper to him, but she didn’t.
He was content with the progress they’d made with each other, despite the hurdles that still stood between them. He eased the sheet and blanket up across her shoulders to keep her warm. Shiloh stirred, frowned slightly, and then burrowed her face more deeply into the pillow.
Another day, Roan promised himself. He rose without a sound, picked up his clothes, and opened the door. He’d get showered, shaved, and dressed in the bathroom, allowing her to sleep as long as she needed. His heart felt soft and tender within his chest, happiness thrumming through him as he padded down the hall.