“I’m not shy. Not at all,” he rumbled, the muscles of his chest tense. “I’m big, and you’re little.”
“Our height difference would account for that.”
“No. I’m BIG.” He repeated, placing one of his large, inked hands over the bulging seam of his pants.
Her channel jumped in anticipation. She needed nothing more than to ride this beast of a man until she collapsed. “We can make it fit.”
“I’m strategizing. Forming a play.”
“Strip,” she encouraged him andgrabbed the elastic band of her bra to roll it over her head.
“Fuck,” he hissed, fists crunching.
“Exactly.”
His gray eyes were intense and practically climbing out of their sockets. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. I trust your experience in this.”
“Forget them. I didn’t care about them. I care about you.” He growled and spun her, dragging her arms overhead, exposing her peaked nipples to his hungry gaze. “I’ll have to make sure you’re super wet.”
“I’m already wet.”
Bowen’s hand tweaked one of her nipples. “You’ll be wetter. Especially after I’ve stretched you.”
“Stretched me?” Her past relationships had never had this all-encompassing fire and outright sexual need.
“You’ll like it.” He promised. “I need to hear you beg for it.”
“You’re going to make me that far gone?” she murmured.
“Oh, I am,” he promised and carried her to the bathroom. He turned on the water, blocking it with his back, and helped her out of her panties.
“You’re getting soaked.” She was jealous of the water cascading down his broad shoulders.
“Keeping my clothes on. You did the same. The water’s warm now.” Bowen switched their positions so Rory had the warm spray running down her back.
She reached up to his shoulders, their solid strength under her hands. “I’m already wet. You don’t have to wait.”
“I told you—I’m going to do everything.” He grabbed a bottle of body wash from the shower shelf and lathered up his hands. “I’ll get you clean, slick, and wet.”
“If you insist.” She kissed him, their tongues meeting as his soaped-up hands started on her back. They drifted downward, taking their time through the kiss. She jerked when he spread her cheeks and rubbed her back entrance.
“Sensitive?” he whispered and went back to kissing her. “Maybe we’ll get back here another time.”
“We can talk, though you might get the same,” she gasped, his wet fingers moving away.
“Very tempting.” He got more soap and moved to her arms. “What’s this?”
He was tracing the small irregularity inside her left arm. “Nexplanon. I got it over a year ago. I wanted it in case I?—"
“Don’t want to hear about it.” He covered her mouth with his for a second and then added, “Glazier and Navarro told me about the Halloween party. You weren’t even mine, and I wanted to kill anyone who had a chance to see you in your sexy angel costume."
“They told you that? There were lots of hookups, but not me. I got cold after fifteen minutes and went home. No point in searching for someone else when my heart was already taken.”
“Good.” He rewarded her by teasing her nipples. “Obviously, I’d have had no rights if you had... but I want this just for me.”
She pressed her breasts into his hands. “It’ll only be you. Haven’t been with anyone for a year, and I got tested. Which means we can go bare.”
