“Oh, crap. I’m so sorry,” I tell him, brushing my hands over my chest, acting as if I’m trying to brush away any excess water. “I’ll get this dry cleaned in the morning.”
God, just teasing him like this has me wet.
I scoot past him to the sink and set the glass down. I barely have time to take a breath before Colt’s body is pressed hard against me, pinning me in place between him and the counter top. His hands slam onto the counter on either side of me.
“What are you doing, Rowan,” he growls into my ear, his voice husky and dangerous.
Pressing my ass further against him, I can feel his dick twitch against me as I purr back, “Just getting a drink, Mr. Fowler.”
His big hands grab me, turning me roughly until my chest is pressed hard against his, the edge of the counter digging into the small of my back. His breathing is heavy and I can tell he’s at war with himself.
This little break was supposed to be a detox. We were going to wait until he spoke with Emmett – get our minds clear before then and make absolutely sure that this thing between us is real. I should feel bad for this, but I don’t. Not even a little bit.
His hand wraps around my throat before sliding up toward my jaw, and he slams into me with a bruising kiss that takes my breath away.
I tangle a hand in his hair as his mouth takes claim ofmy neck, sucking and nipping at the tender skin just below my ear, and I let out a quiet moan in response.
“You drive me fucking crazy,” he tells me, “you know that?”
“Uh-huh,” I whimper in response.
“How am I supposed to keep my hands off of you when you look this perfect?”
I wrap my leg around his waist and he brings a hand down to cup my ass, offering support as he takes my mouth again, and I grind my hips against him. The throbbing between my legs is almost painful. God, I need him.
I fumble with his shirt, pulling it roughly over his head, and throw it to the side so I can marvel at his body. Every muscle, every curve. The glisten still on his chest from his workout.
He bites at my lower lip, earning a whine in response, before pressing his mouth against mine, hard, and pulling away.
Panting, I reach for the waistband on his joggers and try to pull him closer to me.
“We can’t,” he says, shaking his head.
“We can,” I try to argue. “We have.”
“Dinner is tomorrow.”
Not succeeding in pulling him to me, the stubborn statue, I use his waistband to pull myself to him and press a kiss to his chest.
“Let me touch you,” I beg, trailing kisses along the line of body hair that seems designed by nature to tell me exactly where to go to make him feel good. “I want to taste you.”
I work my hands around his waistband, slowly pulling his pants with me as I lower myself to my knees. The only response he offers is a warning, “Rowan…”
I look up at him with a smile, biting my lip as I free his cock from its cotton blend prison, already swollen and slick with arousal.
He leans against the island behind him as I slide my tongue across his tip, eyes locked on his. I watch his breath hitch as I pull the tip of his dick into my mouth and wrap my hands around the rest of it, working the three in unison.
Colt’s eyes flutter closed and he drops his head back behind him as he grabs onto my hair, gently pushing my head to match the rhythm he wants.
“Jesus, baby,” he moans, and a beam of pride shoots through my chest. He brings his gaze back to me and says, “You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.”
His words make me buckle, and I get greedy, taking a hand away from him to shove it into my panties. I whimper as I keep my mouth on him and my fingers toy with my clit, sending waves of electric shivers down my spine.
It’s a matter of seconds before I explode in a devastating wave of pleasure, trying to keep steady suction on Colt and keep myself from crying out.
His grip tightens in my hair until his breathing becomes ragged and his head falls back once again. “Fuck, Rowan, I’m—”
Taking his cue, and suddenly a little intimidated – a banana can teach you a lot of things, but it can’t prepare you for this - I pull my mouth away, letting my tongue stick out just a little, and I use my hands to work his dick until his stomach tightens and he lets out a deep groan. I flinch as the warm jets shoot onto my tongue, waiting until he’s finished before I risk opening my eyes.
