“Why do you feel so good?” he asked.
Before I could think of a proper answer, he launched at me, kissing me like he couldn’t have waited another second. I wrapped him in my arms and returned the kiss, chasing his sweetness as he pressed so tightly against me, taking as much as I could give him. He grabbed the back of my shirt.
“Take this off,” he demanded, even as his voice cracked.
I did as he asked, and he buried his face in my chest. Laughing, I tugged on his shirt. “Can we lose this as well?”
He nodded and stepped back enough to remove it. While I had a moderate amount of hair on my chest, Rowdy’s was thicker and darker along his centerline, and it showed off his strong, pale torso.
“You are so fucking beautiful.”
He smiled as he ducked his chin. “You think so?”
Even now, I’d been expecting some sort of mouthy retort, something like “I know I am.” But he needed my assurance. And the second oxygen returned to my brain, I would figure out how to make sure he understood how much I approved. Of everything.
We started kissing again, and he walked us over to the bed. He slid backward as I crawled forward over him, then he pulled me down on top of him so that we could continue to make out.
My mind went to the events from the parking garage, the memory spinning me up as I recalled his turned-on moans. And as much as I wanted to take over and show him how much he drove me crazy, I’d promised to let him take the lead.
“Can I kiss your neck?”
He nodded breathlessly, and I trailed my lips past his jaw to the sensitive column of skin below. He shuddered as I laid soft kisses down to his collarbone and back up again. God, the way his body wanted me?—
“Okay, stop. Stop, stop,” he said, pushing up at my shoulders.
I sat back. “Too much?”
He shook his head. “I just got really close.”
“Again?” I asked with a grin.
He scrunched his nose at me. “You’rehot. It’s not my fault.”
I gestured toward my crotch. “I’m in the same situation.”
“Do you need me to...?”
I shook my head. “I’m a grown man, Rowd. I can handle my needs. The question is never what I need from you. It’s always what would you want to do to me?”
His chest rose and fell rapidly as worry filled his eyes.
“You can tell me anything, sweetheart.”
The tension in his body eased—at least partly—and he averted his eyes.
“I want to slow down.”
“Good answer,” I said, kissing his forehead before crawling off the bed.
“Sorry,” he said as I stood and took several deep breaths.
“No apologies.”
He swallowed thickly. “Okay.”
Unlike my house, which had plenty of distractions, there wasn’t much else to do in his cabin. I was still very much looking forward to sleeping with him, but we had a couple of hours to go before sleep was on the menu. Looking around, my eyes fell on his guitar.
“Would you mind playing something for me?”
