Page 92 of Maneater
It’s all there, out on the table, my secrets and his, and finally, it’s just us. His hips slide back slowly, and he slides back in, and I moan his name. The need suddenly fills my veins, and I want nothing more than to hold him to me, to claw at his back as he fucks me.
“Please, Rowan,” I whisper almost frantically. “Please. I want to touch you.” He groans deep as his cock slides into me again, and I bite my lip, feeling yet another orgasm brushing at the edges of my consciousness before he reaches behind me, cupping my back and moving to my wrists with his other hand, making quick work of the binding before rubbing them. I shift, bringing them between us while he presses the sweetest, softest kiss to the skin. He does this all while he’s still buried deep, and I can’t help but tighten at the gentleness he’s showing me.
“Ankles,” I whisper, and he turns. It slides him a bit deeper into me. He groans as I tighten around him, but he continues to untie my ankle restraints as well. When he’s done, I wrap all four limbs around him, his hands moving to my hips to hold me to him.
I’ve never felt safer or more complete in my life.
“So fucking pretty, so fucking perfect. So fucking mine,” he murmurs, his lips dropping to mine as he slides out and then into me. I moan at the feeling of him moving against swollen, sensitive flesh, gripping him tighter with my arms as I pepper kisses along his shoulders, his neck, anywhere I can reach.
“Yes, I’m yours, Rowan,” I moan.
“You’ve always been mine, haven’t you?”
“Oh my god, yes,” I agree, face in his neck as his thrusts become harder, deeper, more consuming. He’s grunting now with each movement, and each time he bottoms out, I tighten.
“And I’ve always been yours,” he says through gritted teeth, like he needs to get this out before he lets it take over him.
“Rowan,” I scream. That’s what makes me clamp down on him and give in to the pleasure. The confession that it’s not one-sided, but I own him just as much as he owns me, is what sends me over the edge.
As I tighten around him, my face burying into his neck, I come and come and come around him. It’s bigger and better than anything I’ve ever felt, and something in my soul knows it’s because it’s him. I’m screaming his name, chanting it even, a prayer on my lips as he fills me with his own orgasm. And when he lays me down, cleans me up, and climbs into bed with me, I settle into his chest, knowing there is no longer anything between us.
THIRTY-SIX
ROWAN
It’s all out on the table, and somehow, despite my going into this knowing for the most part what I was going to hear, I’m thrown a curve.
But that could just be because I finally came inside Josie and made her mine, whether she knows it or not. I’m not letting this woman go, assignment or not.
I found Josie Montgomery in a bar, and then fate forced us back together over and over until finally, I got the hint.
“So you’re a spy?”
She lets out a loud laugh at my question before rolling over and on top of me. It feels…strange, knowing I just fucked her within an inch of her life while trying to get her to confess who she was to me.
I could have just been a normal human and asked her point-blank, and there’s a good chance she would have told me, but this was much more fun—and somehow, much moreus.
We’re chest-to-chest when she speaks, and I can feel the vibration of each word against my body as she speaks.
“I mean… yeah.” She says it as if it feels strange to admit, which it may be, considering how secretive she is. “But not in like a James Bond, super-spy-gadgets, save-the-world-from-impending-doom kind of way.”
My hand glides over her hair, so soft and silky, I can’t find the will to stop sifting my fingers through it. She lets out a little sigh, her eyes drifting shut as she does. “What is it, then?”
“It’s more…investigations. Most of my assignments are smaller-scale PI-type shit. Find out if a husband is cheating, if someone is hiding money, or proof of fraud. We all have our own specialties: Rory excels in cybersecurity and hacking. Although I will say that the Daydream Resorts systems are great. She’s been able to get into a few things, but not all. It’s driving her insane.”
I smile at that with a bit of pride.
“I’m the one who hired that out and made sure it was perfect. A friend of my assistant runs a top-notch security firm and set it up.”
“Well, she hates you for that. Another friend of ours is great at ingratiating herself into the craziest situations to gather information; she’s a chameleon. Another can lie so efficiently, even I’m not convinced I know her well.”
“And you?”
“I’m the man-eater,” she says with a wide smile.
I raise an eyebrow at her. “Excuse me?”
She lets out a happy laugh. “We all have titles. Specialties. I’m the man-eater. A few smiles and flips of my hair, I have a man eating out of my hand and confessing all of his deepest, darkest secrets.” She moves her fingers along my chest.
