ROLAND
My chest tightened the moment I stepped closer, that familiar heat crawling up my spine like fire on dry wood. Her lips were pressed into a thin line, her eyes flicking away the instant mine landed on hers. The kind of look that said she wanted to push back but didn’t entirely have the courage.
And God, I loved that struggle.
“Shut up,” she whispered, her voice trembling, and it was all I could do to keep my fingers from tracing the line of her jaw. The way she tried to sound firm, the way her chest rose unevenly, every little detail hit me straight in the groin. Sinful. Delicious. Every sharp inhale she fought to control was like an invitation.
“Say I’m wrong,” I pressed, leaning slightly closer, letting my tone carry that teasing coax she couldn’t resist. “Look at me and tell
