Placing her hands over his chest, Rowan leaned toward Hugh’s warm body, tilting her head up so he would lean down. She placed a soft, almost reverent kiss on his lips before stepping back. “I love you, Hugh. Give me a little time to sort through everything, and I need to talk to my sisters and Nan.”
Hugh took one step forward, his fists clenched. “Fine. I’m playing golf again tomorrow. Is a day long enough to decide?”
“Hugh,” Rowan admonished.
“Your eyes are smiling. I’ll take that as a maybe.”
“You’re impossible.” And if she had to stare at Hugh’s naked chest one more minute, she’d say screw thinking things over and drag him to the nearest bed.
“I don’t want to let you go, but I will. I love you, Row. Even though I don’t deserve it, at least call or text me while you’re thinking things over.”
Rowan smiled as she opened the front door. “I will.” Giving Hugh an impish smile, she added, “I might even send a picture.”
It wasseven in the morning when Hugh used his phone app to turn his mother’s alarm system off. He knew Rowan needed time to think and talk to her family, but he couldn’tnotsee her all day. He’d been deprived of not seeing her and hearing her voice for weeks before coming to Oklahoma, and now that he had those pleasures back, he couldn’t resist.
Admittedly, he could resist if he had to…but after tasting her mouth last night, his brain wasn’t driving the decision making. He felt zero guilt as he opened Rowan’s bedroom door to sneak inside, closing it quietly behind him.
Through the light slipping around the window blind’s edges, he could easily see Rowan sleeping. She was on her back, arms raised, creating a circle around her head, and all that glorious black hair spread about her. It looked like dark rivulets of water enveloped her body.
A sheet covered her from the waist down. Her full breasts pushed against a white tank top on full display. He slowly pulled the sheet off, revealing white cotton panties with purple flowers. He tossed the sheet to the side and shucked his shoes before bending over her body. He placed a soft kiss on her mouth. Her eyes sprang open and then widened when she recognized him.
“Hugh! What in the hell are you doing here?” She quietly hissed. Probably not wanting to wake his mom any more than he did.
“You didn’t send me a picture last night. I wouldn’t have had anything to look at while I golfed today. So, I came to take one myself.”
Shaking off her surprise, Rowan raised her brows in question. “Is that the only thing you came for?”
“A kiss,” he admitted as he climbed onto the bed to straddle her legs. “You’re so tiny.”
“I imagine most women appear small when they lay underneath you,” Rowan countered. “You’ll be in so much trouble if your mom catches you in my room again,” she huffed a laugh, probably imagining it—and imagining retelling the story to her sisters.
“She sleeps in every chance she gets. I’ll be long gone before she steps foot out of her room,” Hugh assured. “So, do I get my kiss and picture?”
“Since you went through the trouble of breaking and entering, I suppose you can.”
“There was no breaking, only entering,” Hugh countered. Looking over her body, he let his eyes touch every part before asking, “Where do you want your kiss?” Hugh heard her quick intake of breath. “Here?” He ran his thumb over her lips before running the same thumb over one of her pebbled nipples. “Or here?” Leaning back on his heels, he gently ran his thumb over her cotton-clad mound. “Perhaps here?”
He was breathing heavier than Rowan. The image of his broad shoulders spreading her thighs wide made him hard as stone. Making sure Rowan was watching, Hugh adjusted his growing erection.
“You’re playing dirty, Mr. O’Faolain.”
Hugh could see Rowan’s body no longer lay still. She was subtly arching her back and squeezing her thighs together. “I should tell you that wherever you choose to have my mouth, you have to take a picture while I’m kissing you.”
She propped herself up on her elbows in outrage. “No way, Hugh!”
“You owe me a picture, and you agreed to let me have a kiss. Consider this multitasking,” he growled, hardly able to lookaway from the barely covered breasts on display. Her current position made them impossible to ignore.
“Where do you want my kiss, Rowan. We’re running out of time. Where?”
Rowan studied him a moment longer. “Take your shirt off. I want your bare skin in the picture,” she ordered huskily.
As Hugh obeyed, pulling his golf tee over his head, Rowan sat up and pulled her tank off. She’d chosen breasts then. “Fuck, baby, I’ve dreamed of having those in my mouth.”
She lay flat, palming both of her breasts in her hands before pinching her nipples. “Have you,” she asked.
Hugh almost came in his pants. “Get your phone ready.” As she stretched toward her side table, he took advantage of her position and pinched both her nipples. Rowan screeched and then giggled. Her phone dropped on her head before she could grab it again. They were laughing as Hugh bent to kiss her, sweeping his tongue inside her mouth. When she moaned inside his mouth, he deepened the kiss and began to massage her breasts.
Hugh reluctantly ended the kiss and watched Rowan’s eyes flutter open. Her dazed expression, along with the phone hanging limply from her left hand, gave Hugh immense satisfaction.
