Page 63 of Dirty Fighter

After taking care of the rubber in the bathroom, I’m happy to find Rowan still in bed… though mostly covered.

She lifts the sheet, and I climb under, then over her, coaxing her to her back as she laughs.

“Hello, beautiful,” I murmur, nuzzling into the softness of her now fully exposed breast, before taking her nipple between my lips for one last lingering suck. And nibble. And then fine, I roll it between my tongue and the roof of my mouth a bit until Rowan’s fingers are in my hair again and her legs are shifting in that restless, needy way I wasn’t intentionally going for but like very, very much just the same.

When I pop off, her nipple is rosy and wet, beaded so tight and pretty that I almost don’t notice the hazed look in her eyes.

Almost.

Still holding myself over her, I brush my very favorite taut new toy with my thumb.

She bites her lip.

My mouth curves.

Hmm. Another back-and-forth brush. Another shuddering breath… this one accompanied by a very telling shift of her hips. I’m already hard again.

And in my defense, she hasn’t told me to stop.

“So, Rowan.” Brush, brush, brush…

Gasp, shift… “Y-yes?”

“I know we said just once… and it’s probably a good idea.”

“Oh, umm, yeah.”

“Smart.” Brush. “Safe.” Brush. “Responsible.” Brush.

“Jassson.”

“But maybe I get one last kiss goodbye?”

She pushes up on her forearms, and the face she’s giving me right now is fucking adorable. “Are you talking about kissing my nipple goodbye?”

I huff a laugh into my shoulder and meet her eyes again. “Give me some credit.”

Is that a little pout? She’s totally disappointed.

Then she nods. “You can kiss me goodbye… or I guess, kiss what we just did goodbye.”

“Thank you.” I lean in, stopping so close to her that I can feel the charge between us. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”

In a flash, I’m under the sheet before her “Wha—” turns into a shriek of laughter as I shoulder between the spread of her legs and set my mouth to the task of giving her a goodbye to remember.

Spoiler: She does not tell me to stop.

What she does tell me between needy little gasps, sexy moans, and increasingly desperate pleas for more? “Just this once” was maybe more of a loose guideline than a hard rule. I might have been more enthusiastic in my agreement than chill.

After, I tuck her into my chest to hold her, wondering how it’s possible this woman is the same girl I’d made so uncomfortable that at the end⁠—

Stop.

Don’t think about that now. Not when I’m holding her, and she’s melting into me like somehow I’m the only place she wants to be.

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