Page 161 of Knot What I Expected

Because right now Gabby is watching me with that mixture of hunger and vulnerability, and all I want is to wipe away every last trace of uncertainty I saw in her earlier.

She worried I wouldn’t want her body.

Fucking impossible.

She has no idea what she does to me.

I lick my way between the valley of her breasts, stopping to pay attention to the ripe berries tipping each one.

She likes it when I do that. Her hands reach for my hair, and she pulls, moaning and gasping as I suckle her greedily.

“Like that, Baby? Good. Now, hold on.”

I move further down her gorgeous as fuck body, parting her legs wider with my shoulders, my hands spreading her lips so I can see her hot, wet core.

Fuck me. Her pussy is glistening with need. Juicy and sweet, I can’t get enough of her scent.

“Rowan?”

“Need to taste you, Gabby,” I tell her right before I snake my tongue out of my mouth and lick into her.

Holy. Shit.

Her tangy flavors explode onto my tongue. Sweet, salty, delicious.

I want more.

“Oh my God!” she screams, back arching.

But I don’t quit. Not yet.

No fucking way.

Not until I make her scream my name as she comes on my tongue.

“I’m close,” she whimpers, and I take that as my cue.

Hooking her leg over my shoulder, I plunge two fingers inside her tight heat, then I find her clit with the flat of my tongue—and I lap at her like she is the sweetest cream I ever tasted.

She is.

Then I hear it. The thing I didn’t even realize I’d been waiting for until she gives it to me. My name. Not Havoc. Not the name everybody uses for the monster.

Mine.

“Oh, God! Oh, Rowan!”

Everything inside me stills.

Even Monster.

For one impossible heartbeat, there’s only Gabriella looking at me and my name still hanging in the air between us.

Rowan.

Fuck.

My chest aches with it.