I want to lick that chocolate off her.
His mouth crashed onto hers with little finesse. Raw, desperate hunger raged through him as his lips claimed hers, his teeth nipping at her bottom lip before his tongue swept in to taste her. She didn’t pull away. Thank God, she didn’t pull away. He loved that she melted against him with a sound that was half gasp, half whimper, her hands flying to his shoulders, tugging him closer. Her nails dug in through the thin fabric of his t-shirt, the sharp points of pain only fueling the inferno raging beneath his skin.
The cake sat abandoned as her fingers slid upward, threading into his hair with an urgency that bordered on desperation, like she was trying to fuse them together. Rowan groaned, the raw and guttural sound torn from deep in his chest, as his free hand gripped her hip with bruising force. He backed her against thecounter, and she arched into him, her body molding to his as her thighs parted just enough to let him step between them, the heat of her pressing against the aching ridge of his erection.
He swallowed her sharp inhale as his hips rolled forward, the friction sending a jolt of white-hot need straight to his balls. Fuck, he could feel the heat of her even through the layers of denim and cotton, could smell the faint, intoxicating musk of her arousal beneath the sweet lingering scent of chocolate on her breath. His tongue tangled with hers, stroking, teasing, as if he could memorize the taste of her this way and brand it into his memory. His hands roamed, one still tangled in her hair, the other sliding up her ribs, his thumb brushing the underside of her breast through the fabric of her tank top. She shuddered, her breath hitching, and the sound went straight to his cock.
“Rowan—” His name whispered against his lips sounded as desperate and breathless as he was. Her hips rocking against him in tiny, frantic circles made his vision blur at the edges. He felt her pulse hammering beneath his fingers, her skin smooth and hot, burning him from the inside out. He wanted to consume every gasp, every tremble, every fucking inch of her.
“Tell me to stop,” he commanded.
“No.”
“Jesus, Darlin’.”
“I need this—you—us—please.”
How could he refuse her anything when she whispered it in that husky, carnal voice? He couldn’t. He didn’t want to refuse her a damn thing. He suckled kisses on her bottom lip, praying for the strength to do the right thing.
I want her.
I need her.
She said she needs me, too.
Fuck it.
“Bed. Now.” His voice was a growl and rough as gravel when he wrenched his mouth from hers just long enough to speak. In one fluid motion, he lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, her heels digging into the small of his back. Rowan’s mouth found her neck, his teeth scraping over the fluttering pulse point beneath her jaw as he carried her toward his bedroom. His arms around her back thudded against the hallway wall every few steps because he couldn’t stop kissing her.
If she asks me to stop now, I’ll lose my mind.
I’ll stop. But then my mind is gone.
He couldn’t breathe without tasting her. He didn’t want to breathe if he couldn’t have her. He managed to get them into his room and kicked the door shut behind them. The sound was swallowed by Enya’s moan as he pinned her against the wood, his body pressing hers into the unyielding surface. His hands were everywhere he could get them. Under the hem of her tank, palming the weight of her breasts, his thumbs circling her hardened nipples before sliding down to grip her ass, lifting her higher against him. She whimpered, the sound high and needy, her fingers clawing at his shoulders like she was trying to crawl inside his skin. Her legs tightened around his waist, her core grinding against the thick length of him, and Rowan saw stars.
“Fuck, Darlin’,” he groaned against her mouth, his hips rolling in a slow, deliberate rhythm that had them both gasping. The friction was maddening, the denim of his jeans rough against the soft cotton of her jammies, but it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough. “You’re gonna fucking kill me.”
“Then let me,” she panted, her teeth sinking into his bottom lip before her tongue soothed the sting, her voice a sinful whisper. “Please, Rowan, I need?—”
He didn’t let her finish. With a growl, he spun them around and tossed her onto the bed with a roughness that, if he’d had the brain power to think about, he’d have been concerned would make her bold. But her eyes were dark, her pupils blown wide with hunger, her chest heaving as she watched him rip his t-shirt over his head, the fabric catching for a second on the stubble of his jaw before he flung it aside. The sight of her sprawled across his sheets, her lips swollen and red from his kisses, her fingers already tugging at the hem of her tank top, nearly dropped him to his knees. His cock throbbed, aching to be buried inside her, but he forced himself to slow, to savor this moment. He needed to memorize the way her breath hitched as she watched him, watching the way her gaze tracked the movement of his hands as he pushed his sweats over his aching cock and pushed them down his thighs.
“Off.” His voice was rough with need as he tugged on her jammy pants. “Now, Enya.”
She didn’t hesitate and wriggled out of them, dropping them over the edge of the bed, leaving her in nothing but thin, lace-edged panties that did nothing to hide her body from him. Rowan’s breath stuttered, his cock jerking against the confines of his boxers as he took her in, the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips, the way her ribs rose and fell with every ragged breath.He dropped to his knees at the edge of the bed, his hands sliding up the inside of her thighs, pushing them apart as he leaned in, his breath hot against the damp fabric of her panties. The scent of her hit him like a punch to the gut, sweet, musky, and uniquely hers. He swallowed hard as his mouth watered.
“Rowe.” Her voice hitched as his fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties, dragging the lace down her legs with agonizing slowness, his knuckles brushing the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. He could see the way her pulse fluttered at the base of her throat, the way her fingers twisted in the sheets, her body trembling with anticipation.
“Gonna taste you, darlin’,” he murmured, his thumbs spreading her open, his breath ghosting over her slick folds. The first real look at her, glistening, swollen, and perfect, had his cock leaking and his control fraying at the edges. “Gonna make you come on my tongue until you’re hoarse from screaming my name.”
A broken sound tore from her throat, her hips lifting off the bed, but he pinned her down with a hand splayed over her stomach, his fingers pressing just hard enough to keep her still. He lowered his mouth to her, his tongue dragging through her folds in one long, slow lick that had her back bowing off the mattress. The rich and intoxicating taste of her exploded across his senses and he groaned, the vibration making her tremble. His tongue circled her clit before he sucked it between his lips. Her fingers flew to his hair, gripping tightly as her thighs clenched around his head.
“Oh god, Rowan, please.” Her hips jerked against his mouth as he worked her with relentless precision. He could feel her pulse fluttering under his tongue, her breath coming in sharp, desperate gasps as her body coiled tighter with every flick andsuck. His fingers finally slid inside her, curling, stroking, and she cried out, her walls clenching around him like a vice.
“Fucking beautiful,” he growled against her, his free hand sliding up to pinch her nipple, twisting just enough to send her spiraling. “So, so beautiful.”
Her answer was a broken cry, her body tensing like a bowstring before she shattered. Her orgasm crashed over her like a wave. Her back arched, and she muffled her cry against her own arm as she bit down to keep from screaming. Rowan didn’t let up, licking and sucking her through it, drawing out every last tremor until she was boneless beneath him, her chest heaving, her skin slick with sweat.
Only then did he pull back, pressing a final, lingering kiss to her inner thigh before straightening up. His cock ached, desperate for relief, the wet spot on his boxers a testament to how close he was to losing it entirely. But he ignored it, his gaze locked on Enya as she lay there, her eyes dark and dazed, her lips parted and swollen, and her body still trembling with the aftershocks.
