His lips are on mine, pulling me up to sit while he holds my face in his hands, and my hands hold onto his waist, feeling the warm, tanned skin against mine and every hard muscle that lies beneath.
His hands leave my cheeks for my bottoms, then my skirt is off and my red fishnets are in scraps, and I’m naked beneath him—hot and aching and writhing. I’ve never been so turned on and felt so sensual in my life. And it’s all because of him.
Unbelievable.
Who would have guessed it would feel like this?
Me.Ishould have guessed.
Rowan’s lips are kissing down my chest until I’m urged onto my back again and his tongue licks down the middle. I arch, offering myself to him and silently begging for him to give my taut, painful nipples the attention they crave.
“Rowan,” I beg, my fingers sifting through his hair and tugging in an attempt to steer him in the right direction.
“What is it, sweetheart?” His voice low and deep, the most concupiscent sound I’ve ever heard. “You need me to suck them?” His thumbs brush over my nipples. “You need my mouth?” He blows air over them, the sensation making my hips buck against his abdomen. “Tell me what you need.”
“Rowan,” I groan. “I hate you.”
He chuckles. “Tell me what you need.”
“You,” I breathe. “Naked.”
His chuckle is low and quiet against my chest, and then his tongue circles my nipple, licking leisurely before he sucks it into his mouth—hard.
“Oh god.”
Then he moves to the other.
“Rowan,” I moan. “Clothes. Take off your clothes.”
His tongue swirls one last time before he’s up on his knees again, his eyes perusing my naked body. I don’t shy away the way I normally would; I don’t turn and twist to try and cover my skin. Instead, I let myself lay bare with my legs spread open and wide, and I’m slightly grateful for my latest wax appointment.
“Fucking perfect, sweetheart,” he breathes and stands at the edge of the bed.
“Stop.” My cheeks burn. “You’re only saying that because I’ve got my legs open for you.”
“Youare perfect,” he says, pushing his pants down off his hips. “All of you. All the time.”
My cheeks and body are onfire.A wildfire that can’t be put out.
“And look at you, Natalia.” He groans. “You love torturing me.”
“My favorite pastime,” I breathe, soothing some of my ache by running a hand across my breast and down my body.
“Natalia,” he warns.
“And now?” My fingers glide down my pussy, utterly soaked and all of it for him. The light, barely-there contact is enough for my breath to hitch.
“You’re killing me.”
I smirk and push two fingers into myself, watching the way his eyes turn into something carnal and primal—hungry. “And now?”
“I’m a dead man,” he purrs and his fingers hook at the waist band of his boxer briefs before they drop to the floor.
“Holy shit,” I whisper, my eyes absolutely fucking him as I take in all of his hard, sharp lines. And his cock?—
“You and your perfect cunt are going to be the death of me,” he says, and before I can do anything, my fingers are in his mouth and his tongue laps at them, cleaning off my arousal. Then, in a matter of a second, his knees hit the floor and his tongue licks up my center.
“Oh my god,” I nearly scream.
