“You want me to stop?” he whispers, his eyes searching mine in the dim light. “Blink once if you want me to stop.”
I should. I absolutely should tell him to stop. This is exactly what I’ve been trying to avoid—the magnetic pull between us that’s always been there, threatening to consume me whole.
The smile that spreads across his face is downright sinful. “Are you sure?”
Outside, a twig snaps again, even closer this time, and it makes me shiver in anticipation.
Rowan’s gaze flicks in the direction of the sound then back to me.
Slowly, he draws down my zipper before grazing his fingertips along the top of my lace panties.
“You gonna stay quiet for me? Or do I need to keep you quiet?” he asks as his fingers slide inside.
I’m so riled up, so fucking turned on that when his fingertipsgraze my clit, my knees almost buckle. Rowan tightens his hand over my mouth, pressing me harder against the table as his middle finger dips to my entrance, collecting my wetness before dragging it up to trace slow circles over my sensitive bundle of nerves.
“So slick and hot,” he breathes against my ear. “My sunshine girl wants to get caught. Doesn’t she? Hmmm?”
My eyes flutter closed as he slides one finger inside me, then another, working them in and out with expert precision. His thumb takes over circling my clit as his fingers curl and pump.
Trapped between his hard body and the table, I’m completely at his mercy as he thrusts his fingers faster, deeper. My hips buck against his hand, chasing the building pressure. Through the fog of my arousal, I can hear the sound of crunching leaves outside, voices calling to each other, and it only heightens the thrill.
I moan against his palm. The fact that it’s harder to breathe with his hand pressing against my mouth, makes this even hotter.
Rowan pupils blow out to almost black as his eyes narrow, dick twitching against my stomach. “Shhh. They’re right outside.”
The danger of being discovered—with Rowan’s fingers buried inside me, hand snuffing out my desperate moans—sends a thrill through my body I can’t deny. I’m climbing higher and higher, so close to the edge I can almost taste it.
A voice, grumbling something about it being too dark and creepy out here to deal with this shit, is so close I can see his shadow through the cracks in the wall as he moves around to the front of the shed making a beeline for the door.
Heated gaze locked with mine, Rowan keeps finger-fucking me. “Fuck. You’re loving this aren’t you?”
Just as the coil of tension inside me is about to snap, someone calls out, “Hurry the fuck up, Jason!”
Rowan’s fingers instantly stop moving as he listens, my clit throbbing with need as I breathe heavily through my nose, waiting for him to finish me off.
Our pursuers’ mumbling ceases and he hurries away, the sound of his footsteps fading into the night.
But when silence falls, Rowan removes his hand from my mouth and slowly withdraws his fingers, grinning maniacally when I huff in frustration.
“Why did you stop?” I whisper-hiss.
My heart hammers against my ribs as he plants his hands on the table on either side of me, effectively caging me in. I should push him away. I should duck under his arm and make a run for it. Instead, all I can do is stare at his full, sexy as sin mouth.
“Don’t worry.” He tilts his head with a lazy grin. “I’m not anywhere close to being done with you.”
Clit pulsing with need, I pant, “Do you think they’re gone?”
“Yeah. They’re gone,” he says with absolute certainty, eyes never leaving mine.
“How can you be so sure?”
“Because,” he murmurs, leaning in close. “All I can hear is the beating of your heart.”
He’s right. It feels like my heart might actually burst through my chest at any second. The air, thick and heavy with tension, crackles in what little space is left between us as he shoves a hand into my hair, gripping the back of my neck.
“Rowan.” Unfortunately, the warning comes out sounding more like a plea.
“Tell me to stop,” he whispers, his breath fanning across my lips as he inches closer. “Say the word and I’ll back off.”
