Page 71 of Unexpected Entanglement

Fuck!Chris cursed as he realized where it would lead if they didn’t stop. But his half-hearted effort to pull away met resistance. The little siren was stronger than her stature suggested. When her fingers started pulling his T-shirt off his back and raking his skin, he lost all reason.

He broke away from Rowan only to peel off his shirt entirely. He returned to her with unstoppable passion and captured her mouth again. Her arms didn’t go around him this time as she got busy with the hem of her own tee, but she couldn’t pull it past her chest, not wanting to break away from their kiss.

“I hope you aren’t fond of this shirt,” Chris murmured against her lips, and with a show of strength, he ripped the cotton off her back.

Rowan gasped. Her eyes flashed with shock, but it seemed to spur her passion. She quickly pushed Chris’ shorts off his hips and down his legs. After a few frenzied seconds, the rest of their clothes were forgotten on the floor, except for the boot gracing Rowan’s left foot.

There was no time for a breath. There was no pause for a look. There were only urgent strokes, the seeking of heat and fulfilling needs as their bodies crashed into each other like two powerful waves colliding.

Yes, yes. Touch me.

Rowan relished the feel of Chris’ large hands roaming her back, cupping her bottom. She savored the thrill shooting to her core as his mouth trailed down between her breasts. She felt herself melting like the last bit of stubborn snow on the first warm day of spring. He felt like spring: vibrant and exhilarating. With every caress, he roused her sexuality that had been hibernating for years. And she was ravenous.

Chris’ unchecked desire fueled hers. She didn’t mind that he wasn’t gentle. She didn’t want him to be gentle. Not this time. She needed him to fill the void inside her.

“I want you inside me,” Rowan commanded in his ear.

Chris didn’t reply but shut her up with a searing kiss as he pushed her back on the mattress with his body. Her legs voluntarily opened to welcome his invasion. And thank god he didn’t make her wait. He rubbed his rigid length against her weeping slit, and Rowan groaned. Her whole lower body clenched in pleasure as the tip hit the right button over and over again.

“Please,” she pleaded against his jaw, as the ache for him was almost unbearable.

Chris lifted himself an inch off her to look into her eyes and guided himself to enter her. Rowan’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as he sheathed himself within her. A guttural groan escaped her throat as she reveled in feeling filled to the brim.

“God, Rowan,” she heard him moan her name under his breath as they took their first pause. But just for a beat because Chris pulled out in the next, drove himself right in a shockingly hard push, and led their final dance toward the crescendo.

Rowan met his thrust with her own, feeling the friction of his skin against hers.

Her release flashed out of nowhere. She almost didn’t recognize it as it hit her. A scream built inside as Chris continued to pummel her at a shattering pace. Unable to hold the scream in, she buried her mouth at the base of his neck when the flood washed over her as he destroyed the dam that had held her back all this time.

Chris moved with primal instinct as he drove into Rowan. He felt her muscles grip his cock tighter as her orgasm coursed through her. He wanted to shout his release and bury himself deeper inside her as he felt his heat reach the boiling point, and he was about to burst.

But common sense, or perhaps it was his honed instinct, pushed through his lust-crazed brain, and he pulled out of her warmth and spilled on the tarp instead.

Holy fuck.

Out of breath, he dropped on Rowan, his head lying sideways on her heaving chest. He could hear her heartbeat racing as fast as his was. He couldn’t find his voice to ask if she was all right.

God, I was rough with her.

The frantic mating of bodies replayed in his mind as blood returned to his brain. But she’d been with him every step of the way. Every touch. Every kiss. Every bite, and man, the woman liked to bite. He was sure he’d find marks on his shoulders and neck later.

Finally, he felt Rowan shift under him. A hand ran through his hair.

“I didn’t realize how much I needed that,” she said.

Comfortable where he lay, Chris reluctantly lifted his head to look at her. She was chuckling to herself with a hand against her forehead, looking up to the ceiling.

“Sex?” he asked.

“That, and just to let go and forget for a bit.”

Chris rolled to move off Rowan and settled on his side next to her. “What do you need to forget?”

She glanced at him and gave a little shrug. “Responsibilities. Problems. Regrets.”

“That’s a lot to forget.”

Rowan turned to her side and rested her head on her hand. “It was probably stupid of us.”

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