My orgasm sweeps through me like a hard wave. I surrender to it just like I’ve surrendered to him.
It’s glorious. Magnificent. The best thing I’ve ever felt.
Moans flood from my mouth, loud and unrestrained because I’m too damn fucked up to care. I slide down the wall, still holding his shoulders with my remaining strength to soften my landing, but my ass never hits the floor.
The next thing I know, he has my trembling body in his arms, my inconvenient dress still wrapped around me, and he’s carrying me deeper into the house.
My breath leaves my lungs as he drops me onto the bed. Suddenly, the feel of the fabric sticking to me is unbearable. Why did I wear this tight, long-sleeved monstrosity? What kind of a lunatic am I?
I go up onto my knees and wrestle with the long skirt. “Can you help me get this off?”
Rowan flicks on the small bedside lamp, flooding the room with dim light. Together, we pull the dress over my head. The bra—my other enemy—comes off next. I groan with relief at having cool air brush against my skin.
This is much better.
When I raise my gaze to Rowan, I find him still standing by the side of the bed. He's staring at me with a look that makes my pussy clench.
It's dark, ravenous, possessive.
It takes me a moment to realize this is the first time I’ve been naked in front of him. Shockingly, there are no self-conscious whispers in the back of my head.
How can there be when his gaze alone makes me feel like something precious?
He reaches out and caresses my face, dragging his thumb over my cheeks, my jaw, my bottom lip. “You’re so fucking pretty, Sunshine. Pretty all over.” He traces the sides of my breasts with his knuckles, teasing me, tormenting me. I want his mouth on me, his teeth on my nipples. Instead, he cups both of my cheeks with his hands and claims my lips in a hungry kiss.
When we break apart, I’m done playing. I want him inside of me.
“Clothes, off,” I beg. How is he still fully dressed while I’m completely naked?
He shrugs off his blazer and makes quick work of the buttons of his dress shirt before taking that off too.
My pulse hammers in my ears at the sight of all that tanned skin. His body is pure, lethal power.
My gaze slides over the tattoos that cover his chest and arms. From over here, I can just barely make out the scars smattered all over his torso.
He’s got a lot of them. What happened?
His hands drop to unbuckle his belt. He pulls it through the loops with a soft hiss and tosses it onto the ground.
The movement shouldn’t be erotic. It shouldn’t make my skin heat. It most definitely shouldn’t make me even wetter than I already am, yet here we are.
I swallow, unable to take my eyes off his body. He pushes his jeans and his boxer briefs down his legs in one fell swoop.
Oh fuck.
My gaze latches onto his hard length, and for a moment, I’m genuinely unsure what I’m supposed to do withthat, but my cunt seems to have its own agenda, because it floods eagerly, sending wetness trickling down my thighs.
Rowan prowls toward me in all his naked glory, and I fall backward on the bed, my heart in my throat. He climbs over me, bringing his face to hover above mine, and grins. “You look worried.”
“Very.” I press my palms against his bare chest. “Can I just get another look at that?”
With a deep chuckle, he rolls over, taking me with him. I end up straddling his thighs while he folds his arm under his head like a pillow and watches me watching him.
My gaze drops lower. And lower. And…fuck.
I look down at myself. “How the hell is that going to fit?”
“Baby, we’ll make it fit.”
