When we did this before, I slipped inside her quick, taking her all at once, but now I drink in the sight of her feeling every inch of me, building with small strokes until I’m buried in her, still seeking more depth. She’s still touching herself, and watching her just makes me more ravenous, like I could climb inside her and disappear there.
“You feel so good,” she gasps, and I roll my hips into her, staying fully buried, watching as her lips form a perfect ‘o’.
How did I ever survive without her in my life?
This time, I draw everything out, delaying my own orgasm, stopping each time I get close, watching as Lola comes undone again and again. At first, when she clenches around me, it nearly sends me over the edge, but I manage to grit my teeth and keep the rhythm without releasing.
“Rowan,” she breathes as I slow to a languid stroke, fully intending to work her up again.
“Yes?” I pull out, and she breathes hard, looking up at me as I slide my hands up to her hips.
“You— you didn’t?—”
“Turn over for me,” I say, and Lola’s eyes darken. So, she likes to be told what to do. That must be something solely confined to the bedroom. “I want to feel you every way I can, Lola.”
She acquiesces, and a second later I have her ass toward me, her lovely back arching down and away from me. This time, I don’t take it slow. I glide in quick, practically doubling over her at the sensation of being inside her like this, the angle so fucking hot I can’t stop myself from moving faster, harder.
Lola’s hand snakes around, finding her clit again, and it’s only seconds before she’s tightening around me, and I tumble over the edge, stars floating in my vision as I release into the condom. My hands tighten on her hips, then one palm spanning over the small of her back, another reaching up to cup her breast.
When we’re still, breathing hard and clutching at each other, I take her to the bathroom and clean her up, before bringing her back to the bed, cherishing the feeling of her warm body in my arms.
“You don’t have to carry me everywhere, you know,” she jokes, gently knocking against my chest with her fist.
“I like it,” I whisper back, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead.
Back in bed, she cuddles up into my side, whispering about her roommate and her life in Seattle and how much she’s missed being at the cabin.
“Cheese really misses you,” I admit, stroking her hair. “That dog has been checking under the couch every hour to see if you fell under there.”
Lola laughs. “Like a toy?”
I nod, and we scoot closer, seeking more warmth, more press of skin-on-skin. More of everything. Her lilac smell is all around me, on the pillows and in the air, and I’ve never been happier than I am in this moment.
That is, until Lola says, slurring with sleepiness, “I’m falling in love with you, Rowan Travis.”
And I think she’s fully asleep when I tell her that, as impossible as it seems, I’ve been in love with her since the moment I opened the door and saw her sprawled out on my back porch.
CHAPTER 29
LOLA
Rowan is hard against me when I wake up the next morning, and I can’t stop myself from climbing into his lap, easing him inside me, waking him up fully with kisses over his face, the scruff of his beard, his broad, hairy chest.
He smells like himself, like pine and cedar andoutdoors. Fresh and simple, and I hope my bed is drenched in the scent by the time he leaves.
His hands settle on my waist, and he guides my movements, making slow, sleepy noises of approval as we move together, waking up tangled in one another just as we slept.
When we’re finished, we move quietly to the bathroom together, showering under too-hot water, and though we’re touching everywhere, there’s no time for anything else.
“The Ecotra ceremony is today,” I say when we step out. “But I?—”
“Lola.” Rowan takes my face in his hands and looks into my eyes. “I want you to take it. Follow your passion.”
I shake my head against his palms, reaching up and hooking my hands around his wrists. “This isn’t my passion. I found it up there.” I jerk my head in what I think is the direction of the mountain, but the smirk on his face tells me that I wasn’t even close. “Did you— did you see the video?”
His eyes shine with pride. “I did.”
“Well.” I clear my throat, looking away. “That was— that’s where I found my creative energy. And if you’ll have me, I’d like to spend more time up there with you.”
