“I think I want to hear you say it anyway,” he rasps.
“I won’t.”
That seems to be enough because his mouth is on mine, punctuating my sentence for me. His hands are everywhere, his fingers tracing each curve, every bone of my rib cage, every knob jutting out my spine. “Upstairs,” I pant. “Bed.”
“Nat—”
“Please.”
He lifts me and my legs wind around him, his hands tight on my ass as he begins the journey upstairs. Anticipation surges with the lust I already feel, heightening every emotion I hold within me that belongs to him.
I lose myself in his lips, the rest of the world fading around us because it’s just me and him. Here and now. We gasp for air between our kisses, tongues touching and twisting, my back arching and hips undulating.
I yelp with a giggle when I’m suddenly thrown back onto his bed, my body bouncing. “Rowan.” I laugh.
He smiles from the edge of the bed and the moonlight pouring in through the windows of his bedroom highlights all of his beautiful features.“You’re so beautiful.”
“So are you.” My body flushes. “Come here, Rowan.”
He lowers himself into the cradle of my legs, holding himself up with his arms on either side of my head. His lips drift from mine down my neck but I pull him back up to me. I could get drunk off the taste of him.
“You’re wearing too much clothing,” I sigh against his lips. He chuckles against my neck, my hands trying their hardest to push his sweater off his body. “Off. Please.”
“In a bit.” He tugs at the neckline of my shirt and trails his lips everywhere they can reach. My hips buck. “You first.”
I whimper as he undoes my jeans, his fingers moving quickly and precisely. He tugs the denim down my legs haphazardly, impatiently, and kisses my bare skin with his warm lips.
“Rowan.” My hips lift and gyrate.
“Patience, sweetheart.”
“I have none for you.” I whimper as he kisses a path up my body, his lips just barely brushing over my pussy—a tantalizing means of contact. I hiss. “Rowan.”
He continues his path up and under my shirt, pushing it up until he pulls it over my head. I’m bare and naked before him—mind, body, and soul—and he’s seeing right through me. He’s the only one who’s ever been able to.
Rowan brushes his lips over mine and I hold onto him with my limbs wrapped around him.
“You weren’t supposed to ruin me for everyone else,” I breathe onto his lips.
Rowan kisses me slowly, deeply. His lips mold against mine—searching. Feeling.Taking.
“I think I want you ruined for everyone else,” he says huskily, on my lips. “So that you’re mine.Onlymine.”
I’m on the cusp of telling him,I am yours. But I’m also on the cusp of drowning in this ocean I swore I wouldn’t let myself fall into.
“I am yours,” I whisper.
His lips move across my chest, his tongue darting out to lick and flick at my nipples every so often as his fingers dance along the sides of my body, exploring my curves.
I arch, offering myself to him. He can have me—every damned piece of me he wants.
“You are,” he breathes, “mine.”
“Yesss,” I moan, his lips kissing down my body. “Rowan. I want you naked.”
“I want you,” he says, and I partly expect him to finish the sentence. But that’s the entire sentence and my heart soars as if he just told me he loves me.
“Now.”
