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Her eyes fly up to meet mine in the mirror.
Chapter 7
Grace
Every sexual momentwith Rowan pushes me a little further out of my comfort zone. The first time, he spanked me and casually carried on a conversation while he fingered me to combustion.
The second time, he ordered me to ride his face until I shattered to so many pieces I’m surprised I’m whole right now. With my lack of experience, those moments were super blush-worthy. This time, he wants me to watch us in the mirror.Good god.
I don’t usually worry about my body—at least, I try not to let others’ words get to me—but Rowan isn’t everyone else. The man is physically perfect. Molded by the god of male beauty. For a moment, under the bathroom’s bright light, my self-confidence slips just a little.
“But I—”
He presses a finger to my lips. “Trust me. I’ll never do anything you don’t like. You’ll enjoy this, I promise.”
I’m inclined to trust him. Rowan handles my body oh so well. I gulp, wanting to look away from our reflections—mine, rather. But his eyes, locked with mine, hold me prisoner. He leans close, his lips brushing my ear. “What gives you the idea you’re not absolutely gorgeous?”
“Uh... my D-cups and childbearing hips that I’ll never get rid of.”Duh, I quietly add.
I can only imagine the leggy, modelesque types he’s been with before. Admittedly, knowing he slept with Devlin—whom I’ll now refer to asDevil—got to me.Shegot to me. She has a way of looking down her perfect nose at me that says she can’t believe Rowan would choose me over her. Honestly, I wonder the same thing.Damn her.
“Grace,” Rowan says, pulling me back from my wandering thoughts, “your curves are incredible. I can’t get enough of them.” His lips make a hot trail down the side of my neck and over my shoulder. I shiver as his breath fans my skin.
His fingers move up my sides, then under my breasts. He cups them. My back is pressed against his rock-hard abdomen and chest, and I lean a little more into him. Our bare skin feels good pressed together. “The weight of your full breasts in my hands feels heavenly.”
A moan escapes me when he takes each nipple between a thumb and index finger and gently squeezes. My arousal gushes between my thighs, reminding me how incredibly sensitive my breasts are.
He releases them to move his hands down my stomach. My abdominal muscles bunch under his touch. Then he glides his palms over my hips. “The curve of your hips and ass make my mouth water. You’re beyond sexy.”
I watch him touch me, entranced.
“Your skin is like warm silk, like I fantasized it would be.”
“You’ve fantasized about me?” The question comes out on a gasp.
His eyes swivel back up to meet mine. “So many times.” His stare is so intense, my breathing escalates. “Before I even got a good look at you without all that soot covering your face.”
