Ask him what he's doing here.

"What are you doing here?" You look at him like he's crazy. He probably is, but hey at least he's hot. "I've come for you, Annie. I've been waitin' a long time." Yeah, he's definetly nuts! You take a step back, but he reaches out for you and pulls you against his chest. He's warm and he smells like fresh air cedar trees. You can feel your senses slipping away from you and right now this is exactly where you want to be. He whispers something in your ear that can't understand because it's certainly not English. In fact, you've never heard anything like it before. His breath tickles against your neck and you sigh, closing your eyes, relaxing into him. Roark runs the fingers of one of your hands along the hem of your shirt and when you moan a little at the teasing, he slips his hand upward underneath the fabric of both shirt and bra, massaging a breast in one hand. You can feel his errection through both of your pants, pressing against against your crocth. He rolls your nipple between his fingers and groans. He tilts his head and leans down a bit to kiss you on the lips. It's like electricity corsing through your veins and making you weak at the knees. You part your lips and his tongue slips inside, gently feeling it's way around your mouth and rubbing against your own tongue. He tastes a little sweet, just hint of something like sugar.