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Authors: Nina Amari
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Roman's eyes widened at the mahogany behemoth birthing a decade's worth of files, reports, and research. Not to mention her scholarly collection of academia sprawling the floor-to-ceiling bookcases.
Danielle inhaled as she stepped into what was her office, savoring the caffeine-induced air and the pungent aroma of spiced cinnamon and dark espresso, which always spirited her focus into overdrive.
Roman doubled back toward the men saying, "Don't you think you're overdoing it--there's no need for all this," he insisted, as the soft hairs on the top of his head glided along the top of the door framing.
The men stood woodenly in silent answer, shouldering dark insignia encrusted uniforms touting, official--public servant.
Feeling incredibly protective, Roman narrowed his eyes and parted between them, saying, "Just give her some space, she isn't--"
Danielle flashed Roman a look that said it was pointless.
"Thanks Roman, but I don't think they care to hear it." Suddenly, reality enfolded her into its web, as the veracity of it all overcame her. She'd become edgy and upset. After all, she was an emotional being with feeling.
"I have to grab my--" A sob swelled from her chest, as her lashes laced a tear. "M-My belongings." She moved across the room. "What am I gonna do Roman?" she asked softly, and then he was brushing his fingertips against her cheek as he stood with his other arm cupped around her next to the behemoth of a desk.
She felt his strong broad shoulder pillow her head, when something told her to savor the moment.
Her eyes began to form another tear between lashes, plaguing his violet silk tie, when he'd said, "I'm here Danielle. Don't worry. It'll be fine." Roman's voice held a strong note of protection. But, it certainly didn't preclude her from enjoying the way he'd made her feel safe in his arms.
Danielle hardly noticed the skies no longer appeared threatening outside, as he'd pulled her closer to his chest. She'd craned toward his eyes and reached out her finger, pressing her heat into his clean-shaven pores down his chin that still scented morning's aftershave and spicy cologne.
She let herself look at him for a long moment. The way the gentle stream of light rayed his eyes like glimmering marbles of hazel, in what ordinarily would have been a sun-blazed haven of light. And, at that moment she'd recalled the vision of his gaze fusing her viridian stare across a rain swept window.
He lowered his head to hers. The soft hairs on the top of his head feathered out over his forehead and brushed against her skin. His touch felt so sensual and kindled a sultry desire to kiss every hollow of his spicy redolence. It was so delicate. His hair tickled her lashes, from his touch that was so smooth and gentle.
His strong hands glided up and down her back as he stroked her textured tweed, mowing the coarseness between his fingers. Danielle creased a smile when she'd felt his hand moved toward the nape of her neck, massaging her little hairs that perfumed a floral bouquet.
The pulsing of his fingers melted her tension and threaded an impulse to lose all sense of time and place.
Her long dark curls shifted wherever his hands sought to caress her neck and shoulders. Swaying breezy waterfalls, Roman rolled his eyes closed for a moment when he'd felt a silky strand brush across his mouth. He could've taken hold of her with a passion right then and there. But, his brain clicked on the gravity of the situation.
Just then, he whispered, "Tonight. Part two to yesterday?" The kindness in his voice smoothed over the ache in her heart. She sighed, and then she instinctively arched into his hand and nodded. "Yes."
Somewhere in her mind, everything seemed all right in his arms, and her qualms were put to rest. But in her gut, something cautioned her not to trust anyone. Although with caution, she could assume that tantalizing lust wouldn't suck her into its sensual trap, prickling her flesh inside a mired mushy mess.
He
Danielle inhaled as she stepped into what was her office, savoring the caffeine-induced air and the pungent aroma of spiced cinnamon and dark espresso, which always spirited her focus into overdrive.
Roman doubled back toward the men saying, "Don't you think you're overdoing it--there's no need for all this," he insisted, as the soft hairs on the top of his head glided along the top of the door framing.
The men stood woodenly in silent answer, shouldering dark insignia encrusted uniforms touting, official--public servant.
Feeling incredibly protective, Roman narrowed his eyes and parted between them, saying, "Just give her some space, she isn't--"
Danielle flashed Roman a look that said it was pointless.
"Thanks Roman, but I don't think they care to hear it." Suddenly, reality enfolded her into its web, as the veracity of it all overcame her. She'd become edgy and upset. After all, she was an emotional being with feeling.
"I have to grab my--" A sob swelled from her chest, as her lashes laced a tear. "M-My belongings." She moved across the room. "What am I gonna do Roman?" she asked softly, and then he was brushing his fingertips against her cheek as he stood with his other arm cupped around her next to the behemoth of a desk.
She felt his strong broad shoulder pillow her head, when something told her to savor the moment.
Her eyes began to form another tear between lashes, plaguing his violet silk tie, when he'd said, "I'm here Danielle. Don't worry. It'll be fine." Roman's voice held a strong note of protection. But, it certainly didn't preclude her from enjoying the way he'd made her feel safe in his arms.
Danielle hardly noticed the skies no longer appeared threatening outside, as he'd pulled her closer to his chest. She'd craned toward his eyes and reached out her finger, pressing her heat into his clean-shaven pores down his chin that still scented morning's aftershave and spicy cologne.
She let herself look at him for a long moment. The way the gentle stream of light rayed his eyes like glimmering marbles of hazel, in what ordinarily would have been a sun-blazed haven of light. And, at that moment she'd recalled the vision of his gaze fusing her viridian stare across a rain swept window.
He lowered his head to hers. The soft hairs on the top of his head feathered out over his forehead and brushed against her skin. His touch felt so sensual and kindled a sultry desire to kiss every hollow of his spicy redolence. It was so delicate. His hair tickled her lashes, from his touch that was so smooth and gentle.
His strong hands glided up and down her back as he stroked her textured tweed, mowing the coarseness between his fingers. Danielle creased a smile when she'd felt his hand moved toward the nape of her neck, massaging her little hairs that perfumed a floral bouquet.
The pulsing of his fingers melted her tension and threaded an impulse to lose all sense of time and place.
Her long dark curls shifted wherever his hands sought to caress her neck and shoulders. Swaying breezy waterfalls, Roman rolled his eyes closed for a moment when he'd felt a silky strand brush across his mouth. He could've taken hold of her with a passion right then and there. But, his brain clicked on the gravity of the situation.
Just then, he whispered, "Tonight. Part two to yesterday?" The kindness in his voice smoothed over the ache in her heart. She sighed, and then she instinctively arched into his hand and nodded. "Yes."
Somewhere in her mind, everything seemed all right in his arms, and her qualms were put to rest. But in her gut, something cautioned her not to trust anyone. Although with caution, she could assume that tantalizing lust wouldn't suck her into its sensual trap, prickling her flesh inside a mired mushy mess.
He
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