His arousal is a hard ridge straining against his fly. Her hands glide over his skin, a gentle touch that sparks life within him. Roland's own hands trace the shape of her body above him.

Then fast as lightning he lifts, turns, and presses her down onto the bed, hovering just above her. He peels off his shirt and lets it fall by the way, then sets about mapping every inch of her bare body with is hungry mouth.