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“Yes!” I bend my head over his and shut my lids. Now it’s my turn to breathe in the smell of his hair as I hold him to me. “I need you inside me, Rowan.”
In the blink of an eye, he has me lying on the desk. The impact of it takes my breath away, but not nearly as much as the sight of him towering over me in that button-up shirt with his messy hair, looking very much like the ruthless boss he is.
“Tell me again, Lou,” he orders. “Tell me what you need.”
“What?” I reach for him, annoyed that he wants me to talk when what I want is something else entirely.
“Say it. If you want it, ask for it.”
“I want you to fuck me, Rowan.”
“Show me where you want it.”
Peeved that he’s making me spell it out, I try to stand up, but he pins me down with his palm on my chest. “Show me where you want me to fuck you, Lou. Or I’ll fuck you whereverIwant.”
Damn him. He makes me wet just looking at him, which is ironic because I hate domineering men. And yet I can’t help but to push his buttons, to egg him on. To dare him to dominate me.
A sly grin paints across my features. “What I’d like now is for you to go fuck yourself.”
He bends over me, running one of his hands from my waist to my throat. Gripping it tight enough that I’m immobilized, but not so much that I can’t breathe, he groans, “I’ve always fantasized about fucking you on this desk.”
“Even when it belonged to your uncles? You’re a sick fuck,” I retort.
“Even then. And yes, I can be a sick fuck.” He slides his free hand down my pants and cups me between my legs, eliciting a moan from me. “I’ve imagined you with your legs wide, your sweet pussy spread for me.”
Using the heel of his palm, he creates the right amount of pressure over my clit, and the feeling makes me squirm. When he tries to remove his hand, I grab his wrist to keep it there.
But he slips out anyway, sinking his fingertips into my slit as he does, bringing wetness with them. Then he licks that wetness off, my eyes following the motion of his tongue across his fingers.
My heart thuds faster and my temperature rises as he undoes the zipper and button of my pants, then, in one motion, tugs them and my panties off. I hold my knees together, keeping them bent in a way I imagine hides me the most.
“Open your legs, Lou. I want to see you.”
I do it, not because he’s asking, but because I’m so hot and bothered, I need him to see me too. Need him to make me do things.
Rowan looks at me and his irises darken as his pupils dilate, and I wonder if this is what he pictured in those fantasies.
I’m staring intensely into his gaze, locked in it, when I hear his zipper. Then his cock is at my entrance and he’s pushing inside. He’s so hard as he begins to thrust that there’s no doubt in my mind. This is what he imagined.
He moves in long, slow strokes that touch every inch of me, making me ache deliciously. Then he’s climbing onto the desk with me, his mouth on mine in a demanding kiss that takes more than it gives. He’s hammering into me so violently, stuff is thrown off the desk, but neither one of us cares.
I hold on to him just as tightly, partly afraid I’ll end up on the floor like everything else, but mostly because I can’t control my need for him.
Biting his shoulder to keep from screaming his name, I moan every time he hits that spot deep inside me. I don’t want him to know how he affects me. Don’t want him to know how close I am to coming.
But it happens anyway.
A cry of pure pleasure erupts from me as a toe-curling climax hits me full force. I gasp and cry out again as another wave rolls through me.
My nails dig into his back so hard, I’m sure he’s bleeding through his shirt, but if he notices, he doesn’t seem to care.
Rowan growls my name in my ear and the sound of it alone makes me tighten my legs around him, bringing him farther into me as he comes.
God, he feels so good. Smells so good. Fucks so good. Why? It’s like some kind of punishment wanting the man I hate this much.
I want to hate God too, for creating me for Rowan. Because there’s no denying I was made for him. But it’s not His fault we turned out like this. I mean, He made Adam and Eve and they were as bad for each other as Rowan and I are.
And like them, in the end, I’m going to cost Rowan his life.
