Whatever resistance I had rips to shreds.
I surrender to the need that’s been building inside me all evening, andGod, it feels good. Like the first bite of a rich chocolate cake. Or a sinful afternoon nap in the middle of a busy day.
People say willpower is a limited resource, and I’ve officially reached my limit for tonight. I know I might regret it later, but right now, I just don’t care.
Rowan lifts the skirt of my dress with one hand, bunching the fabric in front of my belly, and swipes his knuckles over the cotton covering my pussy.
The touch is featherlight, but it still sends an electric jolt through me. My lips part on a harsh inhale. We didn’t bother turning on the lights when we stumbled into the house, and the foyer is dark. When one sense is dulled, the others are heightened, whichmust be why every single one of my nerve endings feels like it’s on high alert.
“Open your legs,” Rowan murmurs, an irresistible command that I follow without question.
He drags his knuckles over me again and again, on one side of me, then the other, then right over my seam.
I’m mesmerized. Snared. When he finally slips two fingers inside my panties and probes my entrance, I make an undignified needy sound because I want nothing more than for him to shove those fingers deep inside of me.
“So wet for me,” he murmurs. “God, I can’t wait to taste you.”
My arousal tangles with a thread of anxiousness as he shoves my panties aside and presses his lips to my sopping entrance.
He groans with satisfaction. The sound is so raw, sotangible, that for a moment, I forget that I’ve rarely been able to come this way. He tastes me with long, thorough licks, and my panties stretch tighter and tighter around his fist until I hear the fabricrip.
“Oh God,” I moan as he chucks the scrap of cotton to the ground and slides two fingers inside me.
Finally.
My inner muscles contract around him. He sucks on my clit while he curls his fingers in a come-hither motion, rubbing something inside, something unknown, something that makes my pussy flood.
Heat consumes my body. I’ve been placed in an inferno. I want this dress off, I want my bra off, I wanteverythingoff, and I want to come, goddamn it.
I want itsobad.
My hips rock back and forth, searching for a release that’s just out of reach.
Frustration rears its ugly head. With Brett, it so rarely worked that he stopped trying. I knew I needed him to go for longer, but I wasn’t good at asking because of my unwillingness to ever be an inconvenience.
Shame prickles over my cheeks.
Rowan’s mouth on me disappears. “Baby? Why’d you go so still?”
My gaze drops to his perfect face. Even in the dark, I can see how his beard glistens from me. “I don’t think I’ll be able to finish like this,” I whisper.
He arches a quizzical brow, giving my nub a light pinch that threatens to buckle my knees. “I’m just getting started.”
My heart ping-pongs against my ribs. “It…might take a while.”
I can barely see his smile, but I can hear it when he says, “Perfect. I don’t like to rush my meals.”
Oh.
“Carry on then,” I choke out when he tugs on my clit again.
He gets back to it with a low chuckle, pressing his face at the apex of my thighs and lapping at me with his tongue.
He’s good at this. So good that I have to dig my nails into the door to stop myself from crumbling to the floor. When my legs tremble so badly the hard surface at my back isn’t enough to support me, I drop my palms onto his solid shoulders and hold on for dear life.
I feel like I’m about to explode.
So, so, so close—There.
