Page 41 of Iron Shield
Rome looked like he had the same problem.
If they couldn’t talk, there was only one alternative.
She looped her hand around his neck and yanked his mouth to hers again.
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When she yanked him close, he didn’t even hesitate. Every argument he’d built against this woman in the last three days were gone the second she touched him.
He crushed his mouth over hers, tongue seeking, plundering as her soft body arched against him. Christ, the taste of her was more intoxicating than any alcohol, and her sweetness left him with a deep ache that had more to do with his chest than his cock.
She raked her fingers over the back of his skull and dug into his shoulders, anchoring him where she wanted him. The sweep of her tongue over his sent shockwaves of lust through his whole system.
He should stop now. No matter what his cock was demanding, this was a terrible idea.
But if he stopped, he’d storm across the hall and barge into her room to claim her anyway.
Tearing his mouth away, he stared down at her, chest heaving. Her eyes were hazy with desire, and he damn near stripped her right there and took her against his door.
He searched her eyes for any sign of protest or caution, but they only sparked like green fire and gold stars of passion.
With a groan, he pushed off the door.
Taking her with him.
Capturing her mouth again, he walked her toward his bed, hands locked on her waist. She matched every step like she’d been waiting for him to stop being an asshole long enough to get here.
The backs of her knees hit the mattress. She pulled back from the kiss, panting, eyes burning up at him. A dark curl had fallen across her cheek.
He reached up and slid it aside.
Surprise flickered across her beautiful face, gone in a split second as she locked it back down. He filed away this new knowledge of her but didn’t comment.
“You’re still looking at me like I’m a problem.” Her voice came out as a puff of air.
“You are a problem.”
“Rome—”
He kissed her again. Slower this time.
When he kissed her against the door, that had been about finally releasing something he’d been white-knuckling since the moment he walked into her life. This one was different. Deliberate.
She made a soft sound against his mouth that he felt at the base of his spine.
Holding her gaze, he lowered her to the mattress and braced his weight over her. Both of them stilled, her eyes tracking over his face the way they always did, reading him, looking for parts he’d spent years making sure nobody could reach.
“Rome…”
A spot in the center of his chest cracked open.
He pressed his mouth to the corner of hers. Teased kisses down the delicate line of her jaw. Swiped his tongue over the pulse hammering in the side of her throat.
Her breath hitched and she arched her neck, curling her fingers into his shoulders.
He worked her shirt up and she helped him pull it over her head. Running his hand up her side, he took his time learning the shape of her.
When he found the small, raised bump on her left ribs, he stopped.
