Page 32 of Mother Pucker

His jaw clenches as he looks down at me before one of his manly brows lift. “How badly?”

“You know how badly.”

The fucking bastard has the gall to smirk. “Then beg.”

“Beg?” My brows fold. “Beg how? I already said please.”

He takes a step closer to me, the scent of his cologne wafting over my senses, and my eyes land on the exposed divot at the bottom of his neck. He clearly took off his tie before he walked in here.

With his arm still lifted above his head, he looks down at my bare chest, and my nipples harden on their own accord. “Find another way.”

I huff out a breath. “Rowan, I swear to god–”

“On your knees.”

I squint at him, and if my eyes could throw fire, he’d be ash by this point. “You want me to get on my knees and beg for my own clothes.”

He doesn’t respond, giving me his answer with nothing but his heated stare.

“No,” I say, despite the fact that I can literally feel a pool of want collecting inside my folds, threatening to trickle down my legs. God, have I ever wanted–and wanted to resist–a man so badly?

“I was hoping you’d say that. I could look at you just like this all night.”

“You’re an asshole, Mr. Parker,” I grit out, but hell if I’ll admit that the idea of being on my knees in front of this man is doing all sorts of things to me that I hadn’t expected.

“You don’t mean that.” He smirks, bringing his face closer to mine. “It’s not what your beautifully hard nipples are saying. It’s not what that flush over your neck and cheeks is saying.” His lips trail ever-so-softly across my cheek, and a full-body shudder that has nothing to do with the fact that my body is still wet races through me. His mouth hovers over my ear. “Show me what you’ll look like when you’re on your knees for me, Doc.”

I turn my face just slightly so my cheek comes in contact with his lips. The scruff on his chin scrapes against my skin, and I let out a soft breath.

Rowan takes the lead, pressing his mouth to my neck, kissing and licking, making me squirm. Slowly, as if time isn’t even a concept, he trails back over my jaw, nipping my skin, before leaving a kiss at the corner of my mouth. I turn my head again, practically begging him to take my mouth, but with nothing but a soft, knowing chuckle, he leans back, holding my stare. “On your knees, Doc.”

Giving up, I slowly get on my knees and look up at him. There’s no ignoring the giant bulge in front of me, or the fact that it’s so enormous because he’s turned-on.

His hand wraps around the back of my neck before his thumb caresses my cheek, right over the small mole I have there. “Do you have any clue how much I want you?”

I bite my lip. “I wish you didn’t. It would make both our lives easier.”

He chuckles softly, looking down at me, before his thumb lands on the center of my bottom lip, pulling it down. “I don’t know about you, Doc, but I’ve never wanted anything that was easy, and I’m not going to start now. Easy’s not worth having.”

And before I can respond, he drops my clothes on the bench. A soft gust of air wafts over my skin as he heads toward the door, before looking back at me kneeling in the same spot. “You’re worth having, Shayla. So, get dressed and come out. We’re not done discussing whatever this is between us.”

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I’m rootedin the same spot for a few moments after he leaves, wondering what the hell just happened. Wondering how I went from trying to meet him play-for-play with my own bravado to kneeling in front of him.

I gingerly dress after draining the tub and make my way out, looking for him and feeling completely out of sorts.

Rowan’s plating our dinner in the kitchen when he sees me. He’s no longer wearing his suit. Instead, he’s changed into black sweatpants and a Boston Bolts T-shirt that fits him snugly enough that I can make out his pecs perfectly.

He gives me his signature grin, eyeing me from head to toe. “While I love the way you look in those yoga pants, I’m not going to lie, I’d rather you not wear any clothes around me.”

My cheeks still feel heated, my nerves in a tangle. “I’m really sorry about . . .” I swallow, wondering where to start. “About everything. It was so inappropriate for me to use your tub, and then, uh, to act likethatafter . . .” I look down at my feet.

Rowan closes the distance between us, his finger lifting my chin so I’m looking at him. “Please don’t be sorry. Not for any of it. I finally got to see another side of you . . . a side of you I quitelike. But the truth is, I have yet to find a single thing about you I don’t like.”

I smile. “Oh, I’m sure I’ll give you a few things to dislike over time.”

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