“More,” I demand, hands gripping the edges of the tub.
His eyes darken as he adds another, stretching me deliciously. Overwhelming pleasure takes over as he scissors them inside of me.
“You love it when I finger-fuck you, don’t you?” he growls, free hand roaming up to squeeze my breast before thumbing a nipple.
I can’t find any words. My brain won’t let me. All I can do is moan. When he adds a third finger, the pressure almost too much to bear.
“Eyes on me,” he commands.
My eyes flutter open, meeting his heated gaze. Pupils blown wide, his lips are parted as he watches my face with rapt attention.
“That’s it, baby,” he murmurs as I begin to move more urgently against his hand. “Let go for me, Sunshine.”
His thumb finds my clit, circling and pressing as his fingers shove inside me.
My legs tremble as my hips move in tandem with his fingers.
“Come for me, sunshine girl,” he moans, bending down to press his lips against my ear. “Let me see how beautiful you are when you fall apart.”
A familiar heat coils tighter and tighter in my core, the pressure building as his fingers pump even faster, his thumb moving in perfect circles over my clit.
“Ro,” I gasp, my fingers digging into his shoulders. “Oh, fuck! Oh...Unngghh!!”
The orgasm hits me with so much force that when my back arches, water sloshes over the side of the tub. My inner wallsclamp down around his fingers as waves of pleasure crash through me, one after another.
“Fuck, yeah,” he croons, fingers still working as he watches my face with smug satisfaction. “So hot, baby.”
Thighs quaking, the aftershocks ripple as they start to fade. Rowan slowly withdraws his fingers, bringing them up to his mouth, sucking my cum off them with a smirk.
“Delicious,” he purrs before pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. “I’ll be downstairs when you’re ready to eat.”
Body still humming with satisfaction, he leaves me alone, trembling and twitching blissfully in the tub.
fifty-six
My stomach growls,reminding me that Rowan has sandwiches waiting downstairs. With a reluctant sigh, I pull the plug and step out of the tub, wrapping myself in a plush towel.
I pad into the bedroom to see my clothes are laid out on his bed. Quickly putting on the same jeans and tank top I wore this morning, along with the light blue flannel, I run my fingers through my damp hair.
Making my way downstairs, I follow the sound of Rowan’s voice. He’s on the phone, speaking in a low, aggravated tone.
“No, that’s not what we agreed to,” he says as I walk into the kitchen. He looks up, eyes warming when he sees me. “Look, I gotta go. We’ll discuss this tomorrow.”
He hangs up and sets his phone on the counter. “All good?”
I nod and lean against the island. “Who was that?”
“Just Hank. More damage control after last night.” He looks tired as he runs a hand through his hair. He’s changed into jeans and a T-shirt. “Come on. Let’s eat these in the library.”
I follow him as he grabs a tray loaded with two plates, a bowl of chips, and a couple of Cokes.
The library is just as breathtaking as it was the first time I saw it.
We settle onto the plush leather couch and dig in. The fireplace is lit, keeping the large room warm as we eat in silence.
After we’re done, Rowan tosses his napkin on the empty plate. “So, are you up for one more Hollywood experience before we head back to Lakeside tomorrow?”
I raise an eyebrow, intrigued. “What did you have in mind?”
