“You’resalvation,” Rowan growls in a deep rumble as he moves my hips over his. “Do you hear me, Addison? You’re what binds me to this fucking Earth. Without you…”
I place a hand over his mouth, enraptured by his confession. “I’m here.” I breathe hoarsely. “I’ll always be here.”
In his own words, I was caught in his web long ago, and I don’t want to be released. I’ve always been a believer in faith, and I think I’m exactly where I’m meant to be. Something led me here, and I’m taking the reins.
Rowan’s hand works between us as he unbuttons his jeans. I shove my tights down, shifting my weight until I’m bare to the nighttime air. His thumb finds my clit before he circles it slowly, pulling a moan from me.
“Sunshine,” he praises. “Always so wet for me.”
The arousal coating my folds is evidence of what this man does to me. The barest of touches, and he lights desire within me.
He notches himself at my entrance before I rise to my toes and sink down on him. The stretch takes my breath away as if every time is new and awakening in its own way.
“Fuck,” Rowan curses in a rasp.
Having him beneath me and hearing what I do to him sparks confidence in me as I rock back. A whimper falls from me as I slam down on him and take his full length.
“That’s my girl,” he praises as he grips my hips and helps me move. “Take it all, Sunshine.”
I bounce on him, incoherent mumbling, leaving me as our hips slap together. Rowan watches me with heat and awe as I move over him. To be seen by him is to be worshipped, and his harsh praise has my climax cresting as I writhe.
Spots dance behind my eyes as my core clenches around him, and I faintly register him joining me in my bliss. When we both come down, our pants fill our secluded campfire, and Rowan lays me down on his chest before using part of the sleeping bag to cover my exposed backside.
His fingers brush through my hair as I listen to the sounds of his calming heartbeat. For a second time, I wonder if mine beats just the same. I could only hope to be half the person he is, but being here with him makes me feel connected beyond our bodies.
I lift my hand to his chest before he grabs it and drags it to his lips.
“Get some sleep.” He purrs into the night.
Security washes over me as I allow exhaustion to drag me under, and I fall asleep in his arms.
Chapter Thirty-One
Rowan
The next few days are like living a life I could only dream of. Addison is a natural at learning the ropes of the compound, and her hard work shines in every way. Our days are full of radiant smiles, and a dream tucked away as life continues around us.
I’ve never neglected so much work in my whole thirty years of existence. Granted, Addison is slowly learning the books while we’re stuck in our own little world, but I can’t seem to stopwatchingher. As my tasks pile up, I let them so we can have this moment of discovery between us. The work will always be there, but getting to know Addison is something of a priceless treasure—a thing I still can’t grasp. She’shere. With me.
“Are you just going to keep staring at me?” She chuckles as she types away on my desktop. Her stickers are still covering the computer—a mark of her presence in my home.
Ourhome.
She’s left her light everywhere she touches, and I can’t get enough. The dark cloud that once shrouded this space, bearing the weight of our childhood, is now covered in her soft touch. It’s on the crowded sink in my bathroom, where her straightener and beauty products rest messily; it’s in the pairs of tangled clothes we leave behind when falling into bed at night; and it’s in her presence and the way she lights up any room she’s in.
“I’m admiring my girl,” I say softly as I place my hands on the desk across from her. I brush her hair away from her face before tucking a shimmering strand behind her ear. “You’ve been hard at work all day. Why don’t you take a break before we go to Dale’s?”
She gives me a coy smile before pushing the keyboard away. “Okay, you twisted my arm, Assassin Man.”
I lean across the mahogany and plant a small kiss on her lips. “The others will be expecting us soon.”
She hums against my lips. “Oh, I need to get that file ready for Alana. I promised I would give her access to the algorithm I’m using.”
I smile, shaking my head in faux disappointment. “Always working.”
“Hey,” she smirks. “It’s your fault for showing me this. I’m in too deep now.”
And I wouldn’t have it any other way. Addison has been crunching numbers all morning. It’s obvious she enjoys this.
