he’s as turned on as I am right now. My restraint is stretched thin, and I’m just waiting for one of us to snap.
“Want to know how?”
“Yes. Always yes.”
I lean into him, and his arms automatically close around me. “First, I’d strip you naked, exposing every one of those muscles that drive me crazy. Then I’d kiss you. Slow at first, then deeper and harder until I had to stop so you could catch your breath.”
His hands tighten on me, and I feel them start to shake. “Would you be naked too?”
“Only if you did it. Only if you popped each button open, until you could touch every inch of skin you wanted. Then you’d slide my pants over my hips and see exactly how hard I am for you.”
“Fuck.” Rowan’s head drops back, so I lean forward and lick a stripe up his neck. He tastes like salt and man, and a moan leaves me as I pant against his skin.
I need to pull back. End this.
I know if I keep pushing, I’ll take things too far.
But then Rowan whispers into my ear, “What else?”
“I know you remember how good my mouth is. And trust me when I say it’s gotten even better. Your dick, your balls …” I pause before taking it one bit further. “Your hole.”
Rowan jerks back and I’m worried for a second that this is the too-far point, but then I see his face. His eyes are wide, his breathing is shallow and erratic.
He starts to lean forward, so slowly I swear he’s fighting himself on it. I’m holding my breath to see what will happen.
And then his lips brush over mine.
His hands shake as he cups my face, but they don’t seem as bad as usual. I can feel the way he’s holding himself back though. Restraining. Attempting to hold on to a quivering semblance of control.
I close my eyes and memorize the feel of him. His lips, his scent, his strong hands.
He pulls back, nose brushing mine, and our eyes clash.
A second stretches between us. Then two.
He moves before I can prepare myself.
Rowan tackles me back into the couch, and his mouth crashes into mine. It’s hard and demanding, and as soon as he works my lips open, his tongue surges into my mouth. I feel his groan right down to my toes.
His kisses are desperate, and I respond with as much passion, and it’s just now occurring to me how starved for affection I am. I can only imagine how it must be for him.
To never let himself touch or look or give in to these feelings, and all that pent-up need is coming through loud and clear.
“Kelly,” he pants into my mouth.
The sound of my name sets me on fire. I part my legs and pull him flush against me, and the feel of his heavy body on mine, his hard cock rutting against my own, makes my brain check out.
I can’t focus. Can’t think. All I can do is feel and kiss and grind against him.
His groan echoes mine, and his breathing picks up a notch. I bend my knees more and grab his ass, encouraging every thrust that works deeper, harder. My shorts are painful against my throbbing cock, but Rowan seems to have lost all control.
He starts to grunt as he picks up the pace, and then his whole body goes stiff.
His moan is long and drawn-out, and he collapses on top of me, kisses turning slower and more sensual.
Meanwhile I’ve still got a raging hard-on.
“Come with me.” I ease up and grab his hand, dragging him with me to my bedroom. My thoughts are cloudy with lust as I push him back on the bed and slowly strip out of my clothes. Then I reach down and start to stroke myself.
His eyes zero in on the sight.
Rowan’s mouth falls slack as I start to jerk myself faster, working myself back to orgasm.
“Can I?” he whispers.
I step forward and he immediately scrambles to the edge of the bed. When his hand closes around the taut skin of my cock, my knees almost buckle.
“Oh God, yes. Please.”
He gives a long, slow pump, and I want to cry.
“Faster.”
I don’t need to tell him twice. Rowan picks up the pace, and his big hand doesn’t take long to get me to the edge.
I don’t have a chance to warn him.
Tingles race from the base of my spine to my balls as my orgasm explodes. My eyes slam closed as I drop