My mind is screaming—treehouse, treehouse,TREEHOUSE—but my voice? Stubbornly silent. Instead, I find myself lifting my chin in silent invitation.
“You gonna tell me to stop, Iz?”
“I...”Jesus. What the hell am I doing?“No...”
“You sure?”
My gaze flicking back to his mouth as my tongue swipes along my bottom lip is all it takes before he makes his move.
Mouth crashing into mine, a deep groan vibrates from his chest. My back hits the edge of the table hard enough to knock the wind out of me, but I barely notice as his hands tilt my head to deepen the kiss.
This is the last thing that should be happening. Seriously. I should stop this before it goes any further. But when his tongue swipes across my bottom lip, seeking entrance, I open for him without hesitation, fisting my hands in his shirt and yanking him closer.
“Fuck, Lizzy,” he growls against my mouth. “I’ve been dying to kiss you again ever since that night at your place.”
His confession sends a jolt of heat between my legs. Before I can process what’s happening, he lifts me onto the table and steps between my thighs.
My legs wrap around his waist on instinct, pulling him even closer so the hardness of his cock smashes against my core.
“This doesn’t change anything,” I gasp as his lips trail down my neck, teeth grazing my ear before landing on the throbbing pulse point in my neck.
“Of course not,” he murmurs. Sliding his hands under my jacket, he shoves it off my shoulders. “This is just us... clearing the air.”
My breathless, throaty laugh is caught somewhere between nervous and aroused. “Sure. If that’s what you want to ca?—”
Whatever smart-ass remark I was about to make dissolves into a moan when he captures my mouth again, this timesucking on the metal piercing the center of my lip. His hands are everywhere—in my hair, skimming down my ribs, slipping under the hem of my shirt to squeeze my breasts.
Then Rowan’s calloused fingers find my nipples through the thin fabric of my bra, pinching just hard enough to make me arch into him with a gasp. My body is on fire, every nerve ending sparking to life under his skilled hands.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” he whispers against my throat, teeth nipping at my skin.
I want to tell him to shut up. Tell him this is just sex. But when his mouth takes mine again, I lose all coherent thought.
Our tongues tangle and slide, demanding and possessive as my thighs clench tighter around his waist.
His hands slide down to grip my ass, rubbing the impressive bulge in his jeans against my center. The friction sends shockwaves of pleasure through my whole body, and I can’t help but grind back in response, desperate for more.
“Fuck,” he growls, breaking the kiss to stare at me with blazing eyes. “Tell me you want this, Iz. I need to hear you say it.”
My brain is screaming at me to stop, to remember all the reasons why this is a terrible fucking idea, but my body has bigger plans. And so does his. “I want this,” I breathe, my voice barely recognizable to my own ears. “I want you.”
Fingers tear at my jeans as his mouth devours the hollow in my neck. I fumble with the button on his, desperate to release his cock, but he shoves my hands away.
“You first,” he growls, voice rough with desire. “Gonna finish what I started.”
Before I can object, he’s tugging my shirt over my head and tossing it aside. A large hand presses against my chest, laying me back against the dusty table. I barely have time to catch my breath before he’s kneeling, removing my shoes and dragging myjeans down my legs, leaving me in nothing but my black lace panties.
The cool air pebbles my skin as his heated gaze rakes over me. I should feel exposed, vulnerable, but I don’t. I feel powerful knowing the hunger in his eyes is for me and me alone.
“Show me,” he demands, voice thick with lust.
My muddled brain barely makes out what he’s saying. “Wha... what?”
Eyes darkening, breath hot against my inner thighs, he growls, “Pull your panties aside and show me that pretty fucking cunt, Sunshine. Now.”
His command has even more liquid heat pooling between my legs. I should be offended by his bossy demand. Maybe even tell him to fuck off. But my body has completely disconnected from the logical portion of my brain.
My fingers tremble as I hook them into the edge of my panties, slowly pulling the lace aside to expose myself to his gaze.
