He catches my wrists, bringing my fingers to his lips. “Patience, Sunshine. Get onthe bed.”
I crawl onto the bed on my hands and knees, taking a brief look over my shoulder as I do.
Thrill courses through my veins when I see Rowan’s heated gaze trained on my ass as he slowly, deliberately, shrugs out of his jacket before tossing it onto a nearby chair.
Once I’m on my back, I slowly spread my legs and slide my arms above my head, stretching languidly as we hold each other’s gaze.
Eyes locked with mine, he unbuttons his shirt, revealing inch by tantalizing inch of tanned skin and toned muscle. When he pulls it free from his waistband and lets it fall to the floor, my pulse ratchets.
Forearms flexing, the tribal sun tattoo on his chest appears to pulse with life and my thoughts scatter as he starts to stroke himself over his pants.
“What are you thinking right now?” he asks, the corner of his mouth lifting into that infuriating smirk I use to hate, but have come to love.
Love.I love him. Holy shit. Istilllove him.
Shoving the shocking realization aside, I focus on giving him what I know he wants.
“That I want you to get your hot as hell ass over here and fuck the shit outta me,” I reply casually, despite the fact that I’m practically naked, squirming and panting for him.
His chuckle is a low, almost a feral growl as he shoves his pants and boxer briefs off and onto the floor.
My breath catches in my throat as he stands before me in all his naked glory. Jesus Christ, he’s magnificent—every inch of him sculpted to perfection. His cock, thick and hard, juts up proudly, head glistening with pre-cum.
The mattress dips as he places one knee on the bed. Gripping my ankle, he slowly removes my shoes, one at a time, dropping them to the floor.
My heart hammers as he slowly, deliberately, crawls up my body, until his powerful forearms bracket my ribs.
Thumbs grazing back and forth over the sides of my breasts, he hovers above me, not saying a word as he drinks me in. The weight of his gaze is almost palpable—as if he’s committing every inch of me to memory. I feel exposed, vulnerable, but oh so powerful under his heated gaze.
When I reach out to touch him, he catches my wrists, pinning them firmly above my head with one large hand.
“Let me look at you,” he murmurs, voice gruff.
Using his free hand, it travels down my throat, over my collarbone, between my breasts. I arch into him, desperate for more, but he takes his time, fingertips trailing fire across my skin.
Lowering his head, he sucks my nipple into his mouth, hard, teeth grazing my skin in the most delicious way as his fingers move even lower.
They skim over my stomach and I suck in a breath, muscles contracting, stomach caving under his touch. After a moment, my brain somehow registers that he’s tracing patterns, drawing what feels like invisible infinity symbols on my skin. His expression is intense, focused.
“Rowan,” I plead, squirming.
Gaze flicking up, he continues his silent exploration. “Be quiet and keep still. Can you do that for me my sunshine girl? Or am I gonna have to tie you up?”
Tie me up!? Hot damn. Who is this feral man?
I’m doing everything in my power to do as he said. But when his thumb brushes over the lace of my panties, it makes me gasp and jerk my hips.
The corner of his mouth quirks as he traces up the length of my slit over my panties, the thin fabric doing nothing to hide how wet I am for him.
When he presses his thumb firmly against my clit, I cry out, throwing my head back against the pillows.
“Fuck,” I whimper, trying to wrench my hands free from his grip.
But it’s no use.
He circles my clit slowly, deliberately, watching my reaction with burning intensity. My hips buck against his hand, seeking more friction.
“Please,” I beg, not even sure what I’m asking for anymore. All I know now is that I need him inside me.
