Fingers through the hair; Roger’s one, absolute, and utter turn on. Just the smallest amount of friction through his dark locks caused every nerve in his body to alight with a fire and tingle deliciously. The bruising kiss fell on his lips, returned with matched passion before he drew a sharp, shuddering intake of breath, his eyes popping open and studying over Zach’s face. As she shifted in his lap Roger abandoned his hand’s exploration of her back and relocated it to one side of Zach’s bare hip. His other hand, expertly untying the belt knot without assistance, reached up to pull down the top of the robe so that it slide downward in a teasingly slow cascade before bunching up in his lap. There was a pause, a moment that lasted only a few fractions of a second longer than a heartbeat, then Roger sat up slightly, doing his best to shift the weight of Zach from the bulge pressing against the inside of his pants, and then drew his hand upward to caress the blonde’s face softly.