She wriggled on top of him, then slung her head, tossing her hair back.

Finally, Rogue managed to draw a breath, his arms still locked around her waist. She planted one hand on either side of his head and raised herself up.

“You can let go now,” she said.

He was treated to a flash of deep cleavage, her V-neck blouse riding low, then looked up into the most amazing eyes he had ever seen. Her eyes were a midnight blue, slightly almond shaped, framed with thick lashes of copper-brown, but the most arresting feature was a ring of silvery gray around her pupils, highlighting the deep black of them and accenting the blue of her irises. Rogue was almost hypnotized by her eyes. Then his gaze traveled over her face.

A sprinkling of freckles were scattered over her fine, regal nose, fading across high cheekbones. Her lips were full, perfectly formed—the kind that could melt a man’s heart if they pressed against his skin. Her neck was long and slender, her mass of flame red hair caressing it as it draped over her shoulders, brushing against his chest. Then there were the round swells of her breasts, cleavage separating them, making him want to probe that enticing dark slice with his tongue.

Rogue grew hard, her hips pressed against him by her position.

“What if I don’t want to let you go?” He asked, looking into those arresting eyes again. “I sort of like you right where you are.”

He felt her draw in a slow breath. Her lips parted. “Don’t get yourself into something you shouldn’t,” she said, her voice sounding like a lazy cat purr.

“Is that a warning?” He splayed his hands against the small of her back.

She shifted, rubbing tantalizingly against him. “More like a threat.”

Rogue bit back a groan. There was something about her, something so primal he had the urge to just roll her over and take her right there in the hallway. “Is that supposed to scare me?” He let one of his hands drift down over the firm roundness of her bottom.