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“Because you made it impossible to refuse,” he snaps, his voice cracking at the edges.
“Your hands were trembling that night, but the bow played a straight note.”
“I’m taught to—”
“But the way you looked at me?” I cut in.
He goes still, watching me now as if he’s waiting for me to finish the thought.
“You want to know, don’t you?” I murmur. “You looked at me like you knew I was a bad idea and came anyway.”
He stares at me, eyes wide. But he doesn’t deny it.
“Hmm. That’s right.” I lower my voice further, licking my lips. “You can look again, you know. I don’t mind. Unless…” I pause, distracted by the bobbing of his Adam’s apple as he swallows thickly. “You can’t handle me?”
He huffs at that, then pulls me in for another kiss. The stubborn little fuck.
“I’m still here, aren’t I?”
“Yeah, you are.” Dragging my tongue over his lower lip, I savor the way he shudders beneath me. “And nobody’s managed to break you yet. You keep getting back up. You keep pushing forward.” I brush my thumb along his skin. “You should know by now that I notice things like that.”
I take his other hand and guide it up the inside of my thigh. My cock jumps to life, going absolutely feral at the mere thought of Rowan’s touch. My skin lights on fire, every nerve in me pulled taut.
Good Light.
Just his hand on me is giving me sensations I’ve never felt before.
I’m starving for it. For him. For fucking more.
So I guide his hand higher, closer to where my cock is now straining painfully for contact.
“Here. Feel me, baby. Feel what you’re doing to me.”
He lets himself be guided, and the entire fucking time, my gaze remains on Rowan.
I expect him to fight. To pull away. To tell me to stop.
Instead, he just stares.
No, not stares.
It’s like he’s entirely, fucking captured. Completely lost in whatever’s happening between my hand and his body, eyes turning glassy and nostrils flaring as I press his palm against my cock. He must feel it too, because his pupils blow wide and his hand jerks.
It’s as if he’s searching for something, and I don’t give a fuck what it is because my brain is completely gone and my heart is slamming against my ribs.
“Fuck,” I groan, breathing hard. “You feel how hard I am because of you, little mouse?”
Rowan swallows thickly, the muscles in his neck tightening as his fingers close uncertainly around my cock for the first time. The touch is clumsy, careful, shy as hell—and fuck, that somehow makes me even harder.
A shadow cuts across Rowan’s face, his hand tightening around me. “Why me? Because I’m an easy target to play with?”
I groan because, truly, he’s so much more fun than I’d expected him to be. All timid and feisty and fucking sexy. “I don’t know. Maybe.”
“Maybe?”
I meant to tease him, but instead I seem to have unleashed something raw and pent-up inside him. His eyes are furious, his nostrils flaring while he jerks me off with messy, desperate pressure that feels so fucking good I think I might lose it right here.
“Fuck you,” he gasps, but he squeezes me tight, pain sparking in my throbbing cock as his other hand wraps around my waist, pulling me close.
