Jasmine
How many times had I fantasised about these jade eyes? A thousand or two? How many nights had I longed for my visions of them to return just one more time, or daydreamed about what those irises would look like peering down at me – or staring up from under me?
And now I had them, hooded and intense. Pale green smouldered with feral midnight black, a wildness he held back that I wished to see unleashed, his wildness that was both tender and raw.
I slid my hand up the ridges of Roman’s chest, his muscles flexing to my touch and heat searing through the thin fabric barrier. My chin tilted and my lips parted to welcome him, the anticipation propelling my pulse to the moon.
His lips drew nearer, but far too slowly for my liking. My fingers snatched the material at his collar, collidi
