Page 167 of Fiery Romance

“I don’t. For the first time in over two years, I feel free.”

She sighs.

I wrap my arms tighter around her, drawing her closer to me. “There’s no easy way to cut off somebody that you once loved. Until you find someone that makes you love again.”

Island gasps in shock. Her eyes dart from side to side.

She pushes out of my lap. “Would you like something to drink? Wine? Vodka? I think I have—”

I grab her hand, swing her around and drag her right back to me. She flops face-forward. When she straightens up, she’s sitting on top of me, her legs straddling my waist.

My body hardens in response.Ecstasy.

Iachefor this woman.

Heart, body and soul.

The blood in my veins cries out her name, pulsing like a fanboy at a military concert.

Cool air hits my skin and I swear steam rises.

I’m that hot. I’m that hungry for her.

I hook under her thighs and pull her legs further apart. A second later, I drag her down my jeans. Inch by delicious inch.

“Clay,” she hisses. Sweat beads on her dark skin, following the curve of her jaw.

“You heard me.” I grip her chin so her eyes have nowhere to look but right into mine.

My angel.

My sunshine.

My one link to sanity.

“I love you,” I murmur, sliding my hands up her pyjama pants. The knot of her robe digs into my stomach, trying its best to keep us apart.

And failing.

“Before I met you, it felt like I’d been living underwater. You’re my first breath of fresh air since my world crashed.”

I stroke my hands down her spine, feeling the dip beneath her robe. She inhales sharply and sinks her teeth into her bottom lip.

“I spent my whole life feeling like I was in control, but you knocked it all to the ground. You made me want you. Need you. And now the air is sweeter, the colors brighter. Hell, you even make me want to write poetry. One look at the sunset and all I can think about is the way the sunshine sparkles in your eyes.”

She presses her hand to the center of my chest. To push me away? To balance herself?

I place my hand on top of hers and rock my aching body upward, seeking her out. Finding her there, wrapped up like a Christmas present in prison, but still a present nonetheless.

How can a woman with all her clothes on feel this good?

Damn.

Island squeezes her eyes shut and shakes her head even as her body moves with mine. She’s holding back. Trying her best to resist me.

And not doing a good job.

“We can’t,” she pants. The rhythm of her breaths quickens in pace. Her fingers tangle in the hair at the base of my neck.

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