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“I’m asking you. To touch me.”
A low, determined noise rumbled in his chest as he took her mouth. The combative force of it devastated every nerve in her body. He nipped her bottom lip, sucked it into his mouth, greedy for the taste of her. Hot hands dropped away from her face and slid under her shirt. Long fingers gripped her rib cage, and he maneuvered her backward into his room.
The pads of his thumbs grazed the underside of her breasts. Rowan arched against him, urging him to take them fully intohis hands. He didn’t. Goose bumps prickled the length of her body as he dragged her earlobe with the edges of his teeth.
He palmed her ass, hauling her against his hips so hard she had to go up on her toes. His fingers dug in until it hurt.
She wanted him on a molecular level. It was biological and brutal and everything.
Abruptly, he disengaged, his mouth open, gasping for breath. Her face burned from the friction of his stubble. She didn’t want to stop. The frenzy in his touch revealed a wildness she wanted to explore with every fiber of her being. When she reached down to the waist of his pants, he pulled her hands up and shackled her wrists against his chest. His heartbeat was a runaway locomotive.
“Slow down,” he said. His hair stood out and up in every direction. His lips were swollen, parted. His beautiful eyes were glazed, shadowed under a drawn brow. Gentle and bewildered. Tormented.
She’d done that.
“We need to slow down,” he said. “You’re more than a quick fuck.”
“Who says it has to be quick?”
He shuddered out a tortured laugh. “I thinkquickis all I’d be capable of right now.”
Hands roamed the contours of her body over the borrowed clothes, pausing to run broad thumbs along the outer curves of her breasts, deliberately avoiding the sensitive tips.
“We’re two consenting adults—we can just enjoy each other’s bodies. It doesn’t have to be anything more than this,” she said.
“Rowan.” Harrison’s hands paused on her upper arms. His eyes captured hers and held. “It already is.”
Outside, wind wailed under the eaves. Snow became sleet, peppering the windows like handfuls of sand against the glass.Rowan blinked away the rush of aching emotion his words churned inside her. She tried to deflect and redirect by lightly scoring his chest with her fingernails.
“Stop thinking, damn it, and touch me.” She set the edges of her teeth against his collarbone.
He inhaled sharply, blinking at the ceiling. “When this finally happens, it’s going to last. We’re going to linger afterward. For hours.”
“I don’t need that.”
“Ido.” His voice was anguished.
Rowan’s heartbeat lurched. For a moment, she sagged into him, every bit of her softening. But again, she rallied, redirecting all that creeping emotional tenderness to the furious ache between her legs. What sheneededwas the heat of a hard chest against her breasts, solid hips riding hard between her thighs, and a mind-melting orgasm.
“There’s more between us than just sex, Rowan.” He choked on his words as she flattened her tongue against his nipple, giving it a swirling, sucking caress. “Ah, shit.”
“Touch me. Let this be enough, just tonight.”
Harrison’s restraint disintegrated with a resolute exhale of hot breath. He released her and grabbed his disheveled bedcovers with both hands. One swift rip sent them to the floor, leaving only the fitted sheet and pillows. The mattress was a blank canvas, ready to receive their bodies. He pulled her by the wrist, easing her down.
Flat on her back, her legs fell open at the knees. Harrison settled beside her on the bed, propped on his elbow. His free arm cradled her leg against his belly, holding her open to him. He clenched his teeth so hard she heard the strain of it. His willpower was clearly on the verge of collapse, and Rowan would’ve given anything to watch that dam burst.
But control rebounded in his favor. By the way his fingertips burrowed into her thigh, she knew it was hard-won.
Some of the haze of lust in his eyes was banished by new clarity of purpose. Being the subject of that resolute fixation turned her on even more than the physical things he was doing to her body.
Harrison’s hand slipped into the open leg of the boxers to cup her. Rowan moaned low in her throat and angled her hips upward when he glided two fingers inside her. His neck and shoulders went momentarily boneless, and he hung his head, muffling a groan into the pillow.
He recovered fast, slicking wetness up and around, beginning with a slow, bold caress to build tension. The flat of his palm bore down on her pubic bone, and his first two fingers slipped lengthwise along the drenched heat of her. He bent his head and pressed his temple against hers, breath searing her ear and her neck.
Then, friction. Dirty, delicious friction, demanding the attention of every nerve ending in the lower half of her body.
He knew exactly the right amount of power and rhythm to keep her right on the precipice of orgasm. She squeezed her eyes shut and tipped her hips back and forth against his hand, counterpoint to the tempo he set. Whenever she came close, he would somehow know, and he’d ease off on the pressure or slow his speed—or worse, stop touching her entirely, unapologetically keeping her at the peak without letting her crash over it.
