The soft, warm weight of her pressed full-length against him while the generous curve of her breasts flattening softly against his chest, the smooth heat of her bare thighs brushing his legs through the thin slip, the scent of her skin and shampoo for what she'd showered earlier and something uniquely, intoxicatingly Roxanne flooding his senses until the Dragon Dominance roared approval.
Her intense passion, which he welcomed with his own, crashed through him like a tide breaking against stone. Resolve and raw, aching horniness and love for her man sharpened into something focused and possessive.
He had crossed seven hundred miles for this — for her — and every inch of him knew it.
"You came."
Muffled against his throat, her voice already husky with something that matched the fire now coiling low in his gut.
"I couldn't miss it for the world."
"You're supposed to be on the island."
"I am on the island."
"Phei."
