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“Christmas break, freshman year. You and I got schnockered on peppermint schnapps, and we were wandering the snowy streets—
“Of Manhattan on Christmas Day,” I say with a smile. “I’m not sure if it would be more impressive if you remembered from when we were twelve or you remembering while smashed on schnapps at nineteen, but either way, thank you.” I kiss his cheek.
Walking into the hotel, it’s even more beautiful on the inside than I had imagined as a child. The most glorious crystal chandelier I have ever seen adorns the gilded high ceiling, and it hangs over an enormous display of pink roses which perfume the air. Breathing deeply, I take his arm as he leads us to the concierge desk.
I try to pay attention to what’s happening, but I’m too distracted by the glitz and glamor of the hotel. Rowan takes me to our room, the Grand Penthouse Suite. It’s an amazing two-story suite, with blue and yellow rugs on shiny hardwood floors. Powder blue curtains drape around windows overlooking Central Park. Leafy wallpaper makes it feel homey in a fancy way. Among the gilded mirrors and tasteful chandeliers is mid-century modern furniture, all of which appears comfortable and classy. Fit for a princess.
Rowan tells me all the features of the suite, but I cannot hear a thing. All I care about is getting this kind, considerate, sexy man naked.
“Which way is the bedroom?”
“Long day?”
“You could say that.”
“Come on,” he says, placing his hand on my low back to guide me there.
The moment we’re inside and I kiss him, he understands and takes control. Rowan’s kisses trail down my throat, while his fingers tug at the tie on the waist of my wrap dress, loosening it. My heart jumps when I feel my dress split open for him. His hand slips between me and the fabric, exploring my body. The way he touches me is unlike anything I’ve felt before him. He doesn’t rush to get to the good parts.
He takes his time.
Rowan’s hands slide over my skin, cherishing every inch while he kisses me more. His thumbs tease my nipples over my lace bra and shocks of pleasure jolt through me. I moan for more of him. My chest heaves, and I’m dying for him to take me. Every part of me needs his body. We’ve been apart for far too long.
“Rowan, please,” I murmur.
Without a word, he yanks the dress from my shoulders and carries me to the bed. When he sets me onto it, he strips down to nothing but his gazing smirk. He kneels onto the floor between my legs, then slowly kisses up my calves and inner thighs. Each kiss is a delightful delay.
When Rowan reaches for my underwear, he kisses me over them, then continues his quest up my body until he lies on top of me. Teasingly, he whispers in my ear, “You’re wearing too many clothes.”
I giggle. “That’s because you haven’t taken them off me yet.”
“Excellent idea.”
I have gotten into the habit of front closure bras with Rowan because he likes to watch my face as he takes off my clothes. As soon as my tits are out, I expect him to turn his attention there, but he doesn’t. Instead, he kisses my lips and smiles. “You’re beautiful.”
His words make me long to hear them again. “I want you, Rowan.”
The light in his eyes flashes, and he kisses me harder, more fiercely, like he needs to own my lips. Before I know it, he yanks my underwear while I wriggle free of them. I wrap him up in my legs and arms, and he nestles himself there, hard and ready. But before he presses on, he takes a breath. “Autumn, this weekend I am going to spoil you rotten because you deserve to be treated like the princess of this castle.”
I giggle and kiss him again, and he gradually thrusts in. Just the tip, at first. Enough to tease me. I gasp in his mouth, stealing his air. He is all I ever want to breathe. Back and forth, he drives me crazy until he’s all the way inside. We roll ourselves together feverishly, dying for more of one another. This is how I always thought it should be.
The longing, the pulse pounding ache of need for my man. I’ve dated a lot, but I’ve never truly craved someone before Rowan. Every kiss builds my tension, and every groan from him makes me need another. The climax takes my breath as he stokes my fire. When he laces his fingers with mine and holds me down to the bed, I break on him, crying out. Rowan’s mouth on mine, he keeps at me as his muscles glisten and ripple.
The moment I can catch my breath, he pulls out and turns me over, flat on the bed. The cool white bedspread kisses my cheek, while Rowan kisses the back of my neck, before he enters me from behind. He’s against my back, so he can keep kissing me and hold me tight. This time, he’s slower about things, using inches of himself to stir the best part of me inside. I’m lost to every sensation, but most of all, to his love.
He gasps, “You’re gonna come again for me, baby.”
“Yes,” I whimper.
He drives himself into me steadily, staying right on target. He knows how to work my body and has me shaking. When he kisses the back of my neck, I get chills there and my entire body tenses under him again. He murmurs, “That’s it, baby. I love you so much.”
The breath I draw to say it back comes out with a heavy sigh as I come again. Rowan still stays on target, lengthening my pleasure. Can’t think—only come. Sweat breaks out all over my skin, and I tremble harder as it finishes.
He growls behind me, “Love feeling that.”
I pant, “Let me up.”
He pulls out and moves back. The perfect opportunity to climb on top, which I do. He breathes a laugh. “Thought you’d be too tired.”
