Not wanting anyone to witness our little spat, I grab her elbow and drag her further down the hall.
“What the fuck, Rowan? Let go of me!”
I lean in close to her ear as we walk. “Will you keep it down for a second?” I mutter. “I think I saw someone. They could’ve been listening.”
“So?”
“So? You wanna end up on TMZ again?”
She lets out an indignant huff and falls silent.
Pulse pounding in my ears, I tug her around a corner and down another hallway. Spotting a door at the end of the corridor, I make a split-second decision.
Pushing it open, I shove Lizzy inside, quickly closing the door behind us.
fifty
If humiliation were a color,it would be a dark, horrific red. Mix that with the white-hot rage coursing through my veins, and you’ve got a hurricane of emotions ready to shoot out of my mouth like it’s a locked and loaded machine gun.
“Perfect. A storage room. Gimme a sec while I find something tostab you with!”
“If it’s anything sharper than that tongue of yours, then I guess I’m as good as dead, eh, Sunshine?”
Rage flows through my veins as I whirl and get in his face. “You left me alone to run off with Carrie!”
“Goddammit, Iz. How many times do I have to tell you? I’ve never been with her, not once! We’re friends, that’s it. Anything else you’ve seen is for publicity or tabloid bullshit,” he growls in my face.
At this point we’re practically nose-to-nose.
Whatever spark I felt out in the hall falls away as a literal snarl falls from my lips. “Fuck you and your fucking face, you egotistical, arrogant asshole! I wish you would?—”
Hand shooting up to collar my neck, his mouth slams down on mine, and I instantly melt. Anger and frustration are at warwith everything I’m trying not to feel until he suddenly pulls away.
Grip firm, he uses the heel of his hand to tilt my face up.
Eyes locked with mine, he runs his tongue along his bottom lip as he quirks an eyebrow. “Unless you plan on finishing that sentence with, ‘Please lick my cunt until I come all over your face,’ the only scream I want to hear coming outta that smart ass mouth of yours is my name,” he growls, flexing his fingers before pressing them more firmly into my flesh. “You got that, Sunshine?”
His voice, low and deep, vibrates over my skin in a way that makes me lose all coherent thought. This is a side of Rowan I’ve never seen before and fuck if my pussy isn’t pulsing for it.
“Yes,” I breathe.
Mouth descending again, he devours mine, sucking every molecule of air from my lungs. My bones melt into unadulterated bliss as his tongue slides over my bottom lip right before he gives it a quick nip, turning my legs into jelly, my pulse thumping wildly between my legs.
He breaks the kiss, gaze smoldering. “Now. Let’s get the fuck out of here so I can prove to you just how ‘not into’ Carrie Southern I really am.”
Grabbing my hand, he yanks open the door. Half-walking, half-running down the hall, Rowan pulls out his phone to text with the other.
“Who are you texting?”
“Limo driver. Gonna have him meet us out back.”
As promised, the car is waiting patiently for us when we rush out the back door and into the night air.
Heart racing, I can just make out hints of the Pacific Ocean floating in the air as Rowan opens the car door and we scramble acrossthe seats.
“Home,” he commands the driver before jabbing a button, raising the partition.
As soon as we’re sealed off from prying eyes, he’s on me again, lips soft, mouth hot as he takes control. I melt into him, all the fight draining out of me as his hands slide over my bare back.
