Page 43 of Dirty Play

“Was that an invitation for me to come back over there and finish what we started?” His voice is deep and rough, sending shivers down my spine.

I stand there frozen. It’s one thing to text him, but it's entirely different to hear his voice. It makes this all too real, and I just sent the captain of the Panthers a damn nude.

“Got nothing to say, little hellcat?” I can hear the smirk in his voice. My mouth opens, but no sound comes out. God, what did I just do?

His chuckle comes from the speaker before he says, “Then I guess I’ll do most of the talking.”

“Rowan,” I breathe out, not sure what to say. “This was…”

“The best damn text I’ve ever received,” he finishes for me, his voice dripping with approval. “Why don’t you lay down for me?”

I hesitate, my heart pounding. This feels wrong. I’m crossing a line I shouldn’t even consider. But then his voice wraps around me like a vice, intoxicating and irresistible, and I find myself sinking onto the bed.

“Would you like to see how well wecooperate?” His voice is like a low purr that spreads from my ears down to my belly. “Do you remember where I touched you before you ran away from me?”

I can’t answer him. I can only lay on my back, my breathing shallow as I keep remembering how his fingers felt between my legs.

“Getting shy, little hellcat?” he prompts, sensing my hesitation. “Would it be easier for you if I come there and remind you?”

His words send a thrill of heat coursing through me, something dark and desperate stirring to life. The memory of his hands on me earlier, the way his mouth had felt against my skin, floods my mind, making it harder to resist.

“Rowan…” I whisper, my voice trembling.

“Put your hand where mine was,” he says, his tone dripping with seduction.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I lie, not believing I’m having this conversation with him.

“As much as I’d love to come and remind you, I can’t have you running away from me again. So tonight, it’ll be yours,” he says softly, and my insides clench at his dark promise. “I want your fingers to rub that wet little pussy, and I want you to imagine they’re mine.”

I take a shaky breath, closing my eyes and giving in to the moment. I let my fingers glide over my skin, feeling my heat, and I can almost hear him watching, waiting.

I exhale softly as my fingers reach the curve of my hips.

“That’s a good girl,” he murmurs, his voice a low growl.

Just as I start to sink into the sensation, I hear the unmistakable sound of his belt being undone, and my eyes fly open in shock.

“What are you doing?” I ask, panic and excitement coursing through me.

“It takes two to tango, baby.” I can hear the roughness in his voice as he speaks. The sultry tone sends a rush of adrenaline through me, my heart racing as I imagine him.

“Rowan…” My voice falters, caught in a web of anticipation and desire.

“Trust me,” he says, the darkness in his voice wrapping around me like a blanket. “I want you to feel everything, just like I am. Don’t stop.”

I swallow hard, my fingers trembling as they slip back to my skin. Every brush sends sparks racing through me, igniting the fire deep within.

“Don’t think. Just feel,” he commands softly, and I obey, closing my eyes and letting my body take control.

The heat builds within me, and my breath quickens as I lose myself in the moment. The sensation of my fingers gliding over my sensitive skin feels electric like a need is building inside me.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” I whisper, my voice strained.

“Just let it happen. I’m right here with you,” he murmurs, his words sending chills down my spine. “I want your fingers exactly where mine were.”

“They are,” I admit with a moan, my heart racing as I surrender to the pleasure coursing through me. My fingers dip past my lips, feeling the wetness between them. The intensity of the moment sends me spiraling, and I can hear him doing the same, the low growl of his breath echoing in my ears.

“Good girl,” he praises. “You’ve got my dick so fucking hard for you, baby.”

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