“I see.”
“Do you still want to have sex?”
My vision blurred, but I couldn’t say anything—only nod.
“Then, let’s do this,” Rowan exclaimed, pulling me toward him. “Bend your left leg and put your foot flat on the bed.”
I did that and watched as he maneuvered between my legs and teased my clit with his cock.
“Ready?”
“Yes.”
He slid inside, stretching me as he went. I breathed heavily and gripped his shoulders as he slowly pushed.
“You feel so good, Goldilocks,” Rowan breathed.
“You too,” I panted. “I need you. Now.”
Rowan gripped my hips, pulled out slightly, then pushed back inside me. Then, again, a little harder. He looked me in the eyes. “Kendra, this feels so good. I don’t know how long I can last.”
“Last longer next time,” I gritted out as he thrust inside me again.
Rowan didn’t need me to tell him twice. He pulled out and slammed into me, his balls slapping against my ass, creating filthy sounds in my stateroom. He picked up momentum until he was fucking the living daylights out of me.
“Rowan. Harder.”
“Yes,” he gritted out as he slammed into me again. He bent his head down, forehead against my shoulder, as he plowed into me.
I screamed out his name and a bunch of other nonsense things as I came, seeing so many stars that I thought I was about to pass out.
Moments later, he roared his release inside me and rolled onto his back, pulling me on top of him.
We lay like that, marinating in our sex juices for who knows how long, until I felt him soften inside me.
“That was—” I began.
“It was,” Rowan agreed.
“We should,” I started again.
“Right. Celebration of life.”
He went to pull away from me, but I stopped him. “Rowan, that was incredible. Was it the way you pictured it?”
“No, Goldilocks.” He kissed my forehead. “It was so much better.
Chapter 28
Captain Kendra’s Log: I’m going straight to Hell.
Rowanand I headed to the Flamingo Cove church, where the celebration of life ceremony would take place. It felt weird to be so happy when we were headed to what was, in essence, a funeral.
“What’s with the smile?” Rowan asked from the passenger seat.
“I can’t wait to see the look on your face when we recreate the shower scene at the Flamingo Cove Marina,” I said.
He sucked in a breath, and I laughed.
