Page 37 of Dirty Play

But even as I say the words, my hands clutch the counter behind me for support instead of pushing him away.

“I told you. Tell me to stop, and I will,” he says, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous whisper. His lips are so close now, brushing the shell of my ear, sending shivers down my left arm.

His hand on my back slides lower, curving over my hip. His fingers flex, pulling me closer until there’s no space left between us, until I can feel every hard line of his body pressing into mine. And that’s when I feel it. The bulge in his pants, hard and massive, pressed against my belly. Electric shock spreads through my lower half, traveling straight to my clit.

“You feel that?” he murmurs, his breath hot against my neck.

I do. God, I do.

I hate him for knowing exactly how to unravel me with a single touch. His thumb strokes the curve of my hip, his fingers digging in just enough for his message to be loud and clear, even without words.

“No,” I whisper, but the word is a weak, trembling lie.

When his fingers reach the base of my neck and wrap around my hair. His grip tightens, tipping my head back just enough to force my gaze to his.

His green eyes are wild, his pupils dilated as he leans down. I act as if on instinct, feeling my lips part and my head fall back against his hand in anticipation.

“Liar,” he whispers, his smile nothing short of wicked.

Before I can respond, Rowan closes the little remaining distance and captures my lips with his.

Fuck.

Fireworks go off all over my body as I feel his hot mouth on mine. It’s like the dam has finally broken, and a tsunami takes me under. He’s all I can think about; his kiss is all I feel.

It’s not soft, gentle, or anything resembling restraint. It’s fire, fury, and frustration, a clash of tongues and teeth that steals the air from my lungs and replaces it with him.

I should push him away, should fight, but instead, my hands find his chest again, clutching at the fabric of his shirt, feeling the steel of muscle underneath.

He deepens the kiss, his hand tangling in my hair, pulling just hard enough to make my back arch. I gasp against his lips, and he takes the opportunity to explore, his tongue claiming mine with a dominance that leaves no room for resistance.

I hate him. I hate him for making me feel this way, for making me want something I know I shouldn’t.

But I can’t stop.

Rowan’s hand slides down my back, over the curve of my ass, pulling me closer. His lips leave mine only to trail down my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there, making me shiver.

“Oh, God,” I whisper, my voice breaking.

I close my eyes, my breaths coming in short, shallow gasps. Every nerve in my body is on fire, every thought consumed by him, by the way he feels, the way he smells, the way he looks at me.

He growls, low and guttural, the sound vibrating against my skin, sending a fresh wave of heat pooling in my belly, and I hate how much I crave it, how much I crave him.

My breath hitches as Rowan’s hand slides up my inner thigh, his touch electrifying. He doesn’t just touch me; heclaimsme, his fingers gliding with a deliberate slowness that makes my skin blaze. There’s an insistent, pulsing ache that demands attention. His hand continues its ascend up my inner thigh, and when his fingers brush against my panties, my whole body starts shaking from the thrill.

He hums in satisfaction against the sensitive skin on my neck, and before I can react, his fingers curl around the fabric, and he pushes it aside.

I gasp as the cool air hits my pussy, but its quickly replaced by two of his fingers running up my exposed slit.

A moan escapes my lips despite my best efforts.

God, what is he doing to me?

“Fuck,” he growls, the sound low and rough. The heat in my cheeks flares as I realize he can feel every bit of my arousal. His teeth graze my neck as his fingers spread my pussy open.

I freeze. Panic bubbles up, slicing through the haze of desire. I’ve never gone this far with a man before. I’ve never had a man touch me there.

“No, stop.” I jerk back, breaking the moment, my instincts screaming at me to flee.

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