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I tried not to let his admission penetrate too deeply. I wouldn’t let this… thing between us mean more than it was supposed to. Icouldn’t. It was just sex. Just hot, sweaty, blissful sex. It wasn’t anything more. Rowan wasn’t the type of guy to ever let it mean anything more. And if I didn’t want to have my heart trampled on, I needed to remember that.
But it was so damn hard when he said things like that.
“Kiss me,” I pleaded, wrapping my fingers in his hair to guide his lips back to mine. It was the only way I knew to make him stop talking, stop saying things I was discovering I was desperate to hear. I couldn’t imagine this ending well between us, but I was helpless to stop it.
I heard a door slam and jerked my head up to see we were in his bedroom. He’d kicked the door shut behind us as soon as we cleared the threshold. It wasn’t until right then that I realized I’d never really paid much attention to what Rowan’s bedroom looked like. And from the feral expression on his face, that wasn’t going to change right then, either. From the brief glimpse I was able to get, it looked to be very much his style. Dark wood furniture, dark bedclothes, minimal decorations on his beige walls. But that was all I was able to take in before his lips on my skin distracted me from anything but the man I was currently wrapped around.
“This dress…” he mumbled as he slid me down the front of his body, resting my feet on the carpeted floor. “This fucking dress.” It came out like a growl as his eyes trailed over every inch of me. “Jesus, you look beautiful in it, but I need it off you. Rightnow.”
I couldn’t formulate a single word as he reached behind me and lowered the zipper of my gown before sliding the strap from my shoulder. I stood, frozen as it slid down my body and pooled on the floor at my feet, leaving me in nothing but a white, lacey thong since the design of the gown wouldn’t allow for a bra.
“Good Lord,” he groaned, sounding almost pained. “Knew you’d be gorgeous. Fuckingknew it.” As he spoke, I tried not to fidget, forcing myself to keep my hands at my sides when I wanted nothing more than to cover myself from his blatant stare. “But never knew you’d be perfect.”
My whole body heated at Rowan’s confession, and suddenly, I was desperate to feel his hands on me, his skin against mine. I wanted every part of him touching every part of me. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”
His eyes came back to mine, an impish grin tilting the corner of his mouth as his fingers went to the buttons of his shirt, moving purposefully. “You want me?”
All I could do was nod as I licked at my dry lips.
“Say it.”
“I want you,” I answered, sounding hoarse as my mouth grew dry with every inch of solid, muscular skin he exposed.
“On the bed.”
I never broke our stare as I stepped out of my shoes and moved backwards to the bed. Once the back of my knees hit the mattress, I sat down and scooted to the very center, lying down against the mound of soft pillows.
Rowan dropped his shirt to the floor and said, “God, you look amazing there,” as he worked the button and zipper of his slacks. Then, just like that, he was completely naked. I sucked in a sharp breath. I didn’t know where to look first. Perfection, pure unadulterated perfection; that was the only way I could describe Rowan in all his bare glory. I couldn’t memorize every dip and curve fast enough.
“You have any idea how hard I get when you look at me like that?” he asked as his knees hit the bed.
“Show me.”What the what?My response shocked me. But just like Rowan brought out my serious attitude, it also seemed he brought out a part of me I’d only kept relegated to my fantasies. I had no doubt I could be as adventurous as I wanted with him. And that he’d encourage every second of it.
For just tonight, my brain whispered from out of nowhere. I had to bite my lip against the sting of that reminder. It was one night. Rowan didn’t do repeats.
At least I can live out some of my fantasies for tonight. It’s better than nothing.
It had to be, because it was all I was getting.
“Hey.” His breath wisped against my cheek, and I was stunned to find he’d moved to hover right over me as I was sucked into a murky haze. “What’s that face about?”
He sounded so sincere, so soft. The question in his eyes as he focused on me ripped at my chest.
“Nothing,” I lied, my voice gravelly from the lump that had formed.
Leaning closer, he trailed his nose along the side of mine. “You sure? You want me to stop?”
Gah! I really needed him to quit being so sweet!
I felt panicked at the thought of him stopping, at the idea of not having this one night. “No. Don’t stop. Please.”
He pressed soft, gentle kisses on my lips, down my neck, between my breasts as he traveled down my body, each one breaking something inside of me until I feared I might cry. I expected hard. I expected fast. I expected more of what we had in the back of the limo. I never would have guessed Rowan Locklaine was capable of soft and sweet. And that newly exposed layer he just revealed shredded me.
“Rowan, please,” I begged on a whimper.Please what?What was it I was asking for, exactly? I was so confused. I wanted him to stop, fearing I was moments away from a crushed heart, but another part of me was desperate for him to continue, wanting to take in as much as possible before it was all ripped away.
I felt the rough pads of his fingers as he slipped them into the thin straps at my hips and pulled my panties off. “What do you need, baby?”
“God, please... just… just hurry.”
