Chapter Twelve
I devour Roxi in the deepest kind of claiming kiss, a kiss that sets fire to our souls. I intend to take my time tasting every inch of her, but right now, I’m content with exploring her mouth, tasting the wine that remains on her tongue. She molds herself to me, and I lose myself in the sweet sensations swirling through my body. I’m light, and energy, heat and hope. In this moment everything, everything seems possible.
Somehow, we make our way through the French doors and to the bed, kicking off shoes and peeling off pants and shirts, then undergarments until we collapse onto the bed in a tangle of limbs. Roxi giggles, and the sound is like butterflies and angels and magic all wrapped into one. It takes a moment for me to recognize it as happiness. She’s happy. And the lig
