Page 82 of Unexpected Entanglement

The tension in every muscle of her body seemed to have melted away, and her limbs lay lifeless, though every nerve was still firing sparks into her bloodstream. Rowan couldn’t do much, didn’t want to, really. Even as she felt Chris’ beautiful, full lips trace their way back up her body, she languished in the aftermath of her orgasm.

Suddenly, her arms were free and fell to the mattress around her head. She stretched them out with the bit of energy she had left but let them drop again. She could slide into oblivion right now. Her body and her mind were in a state of perfect bliss.

Rowan felt the cool sheet draped over her and was grateful for how good it felt. A drop of consciousness knocked at her brain.

How about him?

Rowan’s half-asleep brain realized Chris hadn’t demanded his release. He was letting her fall asleep instead of waking her up with his kisses and more toe-curling caresses. Though she wanted to sink into this rare peacefulness, she couldn’t be that selfish to him.

Rowan opened her eyes and saw Chris climbing out of bed carefully, trying not to shake her. She grabbed his hand. He looked at her, surprised.

“We’re not done,” she whispered.

Chris looked amused. “You’re falling asleep.”

“A testament to your prowess in the art of cunnilingus.” Rowan smiled.

“Go rest, Rowan,” he told her as he caressed her hair. “I’ll be fine.”

“No. We take care of each other.” She pushed herself up to kiss him as she pulled the drawer on her nightstand and found what she was looking for.

She ripped the foil and gently covered his still-hard cock with the sheath. She looked into his eyes and asked, “Make love to me?”

She knew she didn’t have to ask twice. Chris gently pushed her back onto the mattress and covered her with his larger body. Rowan relished the feel of his hardness against her softness and opened up to him, ready to receive him. But Chris took her lips in a slow kiss. The type of kiss that melted your muscles, as if she wasn’t already liquid under him.

Then he was inside her—unhurried and tender.

Pulling away slightly over her, Chris looked into her sleepy eyes as he moved at a leisurely pace, stroking her still-sensitive nerves with sweet friction like the gentle laps of the surf at low tide.

“Oh god,” the words escaped her mouth as he stoked the rolling sensation back within her. She couldn’t believe what she was feeling.

How is he doing this to me?Rowan wondered as another orgasm came to her after fully expecting to only get his release this time.

“Come with me,” she whispered as she wrapped her arms and legs tighter around him as he crashed against her. Her whole being needed to surround him, to make him entirely hers.

And when he groaned her name in ecstasy, she almost believed he was.

twenty-seven

Five days to the wedding

“Take the back stairs,” Rowan told Chris in a hushed voice as she pushed him out of her quarters.

“Why are we whispering?” he asked.

“I don’t know. Just go before Alex and Oliver arrive,” she urged him to move.

But Chris only slipped away after taking her mouth for one last kiss. Rowan’s hand went to touch her lips, and she couldn’t help the smile forming there as he disappeared around the corner.

They had fallen asleep in each other’s arms after their massage last night. This morning, they’d only meant to shower off the oil from their skin, but one thing led to another. And now they might risk discovery.

Rowan waited for a minute after Chris left before heading to the kitchen to start the coffee. But she found Alex sitting on one of the kitchen stools, sipping coffee and reading something on her phone.

Caught off guard, Rowan blurted out, “Oh, you’re early.”

Alex looked up with a strange smile—not bad strange, just peculiar. “Am I? I thought I’d given you guys enough time to get decent before I rolled in.”

Rowan felt blood rushing to her face, but she played it cool. “I woke up late. I must’ve really been tired—”

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