Shadows of You (Lost & Found #4)(75)

Roan shot his sister a scowl.

Grae held up both hands. “Why don’t we take Cady and Charlie for a sleepover at our house?”

“You don’t have to do that,” I argued.

Caden wrapped an arm around Grae’s shoulders. “We’d be happy to.”

Grae sent him a soft smile. “Might be good practice.”

This time, Roan turned a gentle look on his sister. “Happy for you, G.”

“Don’t make me cry. My hormones are already going crazy,” Grae sniffed, smacking him. Then she turned to the playground. “Sleepover at my house!”

The kids cheered.

Roan brushed the hair out of my face. “Now what are we going to do with an entire house to ourselves?”





I pulled my robe tighter around myself as I stepped out of the bathroom and listened. I’d expected Roan to be on me the second we walked through the door, but he wasn’t. He’d taken the dog out. Made me a cup of tea. So, finally, I’d taken a shower. Now, I didn’t see or hear him anywhere.

Maybe he’d gone out to the barn. I couldn’t deny the hint of disappointment that flickered to life. But I ignored it and headed into my bedroom.

I came up short when my bare feet hit the carpet. Roan stood by the window, shirtless, in nothing but low-slung uniform pants. I nearly swallowed my tongue.

Slowly, he turned, his gaze heating as he scanned my body.

I didn’t miss the opportunity to drink him in. The wide expanses of muscle, the lightly tanned skin, that dusting of hair that teased his chest and then disappeared in a thin trail beneath the band of his pants.

“All clean, Tender Heart?”

Roan’s voice was liquid smoke and had my toes curling into the carpet as I forced my eyes to his face. “Yes.”

He moved toward me like an animal stalking its prey.

“I like this.” Roan’s fingers twisted in the fabric of my silk robe.

“It’s soft,” I explained, something he already knew.

“Not as soft as this.” Roan’s hand slipped beneath the fabric to tease the skin of my chest.

My breath hitched.

“Softer than silk. Like a flower petal.” His head dipped, and he ran his lips along the opening of my robe.

My fingers hooked into the waistband of his pants, needing something to keep me steady.

Roan’s hands moved to the tie at my waist. Slowly, he tugged it free, and my robe fell open. “So damn beautiful. More beautiful than I ever could’ve imagined.”

Heat pooled low. My nipples pebbled under his stare in the cool air.

Roan traced one peak with his finger. It tightened, seeking, searching for more of Roan’s touch.

“Do you trust me, Tender Heart?”

What a loaded question for someone like me. Someone who had been through battle after battle. Who had lost it all time and again.

But I breathed deeply and told him the truth. “Yes.”

Maybe that made me a fool. Maybe it made me the bravest woman in the world. But all I knew was that Roan had me, body and soul.

His eyes flared with blue heat, and his fingers found the tie. He pulled it free from the loops, draping it over his broad shoulder.

My brows scrunched, but not for long because then Roan was ridding me of the robe altogether. It fell to the floor, and he sucked in a breath. “I could stare at you forever.”

His finger trailed over my core, his eyes becoming hooded. “Already aching?”

“Yes.” It was as if Roan had me in some kind of truth haze.

“Let’s see what we can do about that.” His eyes flashed again. “On the bed.”

His voice took on a snap—a demand for control.

There was a rush of wetness between my legs.

I moved slowly toward the bed and lowered myself to sit.

Roan watched me as if I were the most riveting thing he’d ever seen. “Lie back.”

I bit my lip and did as instructed.

“Hands above your head.”

My breaths came quicker as the pressure between my thighs built. I lifted my arms.

Roan moved to one side of the bed, his eyes locking with mine. “You sure you trust me?”

“Always.”

The blue in his eyes swirled and changed. Turned heated, desperately needy, and maybe just a little bit in love.

Roan pulled the robe tie from his shoulder and secured my hands to the iron headboard. As he tugged the silk taut, my heart hammered against my ribs. Everything felt heightened.

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.