“It’s okay. I just need a warm shower and I’ll be good to go, might need the night off though.”
“Come here,” I beckoned her over. She was hesitant, noticing there was only one place I was asking her to move to. She moved one step toward me and stopped. “Come here, Rowan, I’m not going to ask again.”
“Ho-”
I grabbed her wrist and wheeled her around so she had no choice but to turn her back to me, while my other hand grabbed her hip and guided her to sit on my knee. She let out a sharp exhale, but didn’t try to move or object.
“Where does it hurt, Rowan?”
“Why don’t you call me Ro?”
“That’s what everyone else calls you,” I answered her honestly. “Now, stop avoiding the question.”
“My back,” she sighed. “Lower back.”
I moved my hands up under the hem of her shirt, causing her to gasp, but still, she didn’t move out of the way. She didn’t try to stop me. My fingers drifted over her soft, delicate skin, causing my cock to harden to the point of pain. I moved my fingers over her back, pressing harder into her muscles.
Her soft whimper almost had me bending her over the table and fucking her senseless. She had a power over me that should frighten me, instead it only urged me on. I needed her like I needed air to breathe.
Pulling at her top, I helped her out of it, those silky smooth arms lifting so I could rid her of it. The black lace bra she had on underneath had my cock shoving into my zipper, probably causing an imprint on my dick’s skin.
I moved my hands up and down her back, kneading her muscles with my knuckles and fingertips. Rowan held onto the table as I pushed into her back, loving how soft her skin was, how delicate her moans were. I was on the edge of oblivion here.
I should walk away. I should let her go, find someone better, but I was a selfish bastard, and I wanted her in my bed every goddamn night. I wanted to leach cries of pleasure from her sweet mouth, and fill it with my cock. I wanted her on her knees as she took me into her throat, before I drove into her sweet pussy all night.
Most of all, I wanted to wake up with my mouth on her pussy every morning. The breakfast of champions.
She started to rub her pussy along my thigh for friction. We were both wearing clothes, but it was obvious what she was doing.
That’s it, sweetheart, soak my denim.
I pushed my knuckles into her muscles deeper, earning myself a deeper moan, and more friction on my leg. My fingers itched to undo her jean shorts and slide down to cup her, possibly push a finger or two inside of her, bring her to orgasm right here on my table and chair so I could always think about her while I talked about the bad shit we had to do for the greater good of our city.
I’d never been weak over a woman like this. Never. I’d been proud of that, but this woman had me questioning every fucking moral and ethic I had.
“Uh…Wyatt…”
“Keep going, Rowan,” I urged, surprised by how deep my voice was. “I want you to come on my leg.”
Her startled gasp was brief, before she clutched onto the sides of the table harder, her knuckles turning white as she ground down harder. I could almost feel how wet she was making me. Fuck yes.
I pushed my fingertips into her soft flesh again, earning myself a deep, guttural groan. Fuck…I was so close to coming in my own damn pants and all from her thrusts over my leg.
“Shit…”
Her sweet little curse told me she was close. I moved my hands around, cupping her breasts, before I pinched her nipples through the lace, sending her hurtling over the edge. Rowan cried out as she came, grinding on my leg like the good girl she was.
Once she had come down from her orgasm, I felt her stiffen, and clam up. Reaching for her shirt on the floor, she removedherself from my thigh and pulled her shirt on, her eyes downcast.
“I should…”
She was heading toward the door before I could stop her. Launching up, I thanked whatever God there was that I had locked the door. It was tricky to unlock which was why we never locked the bastard. I pulled her to face me, leaning down over her, my arm over her head, our breaths mingling.
Yep, definitely dangerous.
“Wyatt…”
“When were you going to tell me you and Trey weren’t together anymore?”
