Page 96 of At First Smile
Rowan’s warm breath caresses the shell of my ear. “I’m sorry it’s been a parade of assholes today. When we get upstairs, you can take all your frustration out on me. My body is yours to do with what you want.”
My mouth slants into a wicked smile. “Can I tie you up?”
“Christ, woman.” His low rumble pulses through me.
We barely get through the hotel room door before Rowan’s mouth crashes to mine. Our hands roam and our lips devour. Lifting me, my legs wrap around him, as he places me atop the small breakfast nook table near the room’s entrance. He pushes up my dress and glides his hands up my thighs.
“Rowan…wait,” I pant. “I need to freshen up first.”
He slips his fingers beneath my already damp underwear, runs them along my seam, and then pulls them away. “Mmmhmmm,” he groans with pleasure as he licks my essence off his fingers. “I think you’re perfect as is.”
“Christ,” I gasp, my body hums with desire.
“You’re not the only one who can be sassy.” He nips at my lips.
“You like my sassy mouth,” I purr, running my finger languidly down his torso, along the bulge in his jeans, and back up. “Especially wrapped around your lovely cock.”
“Is that an invitation?” He sucks on my neck, making my head fall back. “If so, I’m RSVPing ‘Yes’… Right after I properly worship you.”
Hands placed at the center of his chest, I push him back. “Give me ten minutes.” I jump down, grab my roller bag, and head to the bathroom.
Ten minutes, give or take a few minutes, later I emerge from the bathroom. The quick shower washes away the emotional andphysical grime left over after a day of traveling. It also gave me a chance to put on a special gift for Rowan.
Rowan sits on the king-size bed, his bare back towards the bathroom, hunched over his phone. My stomach swoops at the sight of his clothes in a neat pile atop the cushioned bench at the end of the bed.
“Baby,” I say in a sultry voice.
He turns, stands, and drops his phone. The heat of his gaze licks like fire along my skin.
Hands on my hips, I stand – almost like an offering – in front of the desk. Rowan’s oversize cap sits on my head, my long hair loose, a form-fitting black tank top withLA Bobcats #5in gold lettering stops above my belly button, and a pair of black booty shorts trimmed in gold, hug my round ass.
“Nice.”
“Just nice?” I pout. “Perhaps, if you get the full effect—” I turn and jut my ass out. “—is this just nice?”
“Pen,” he almost moans.
Looking over my shoulder, I bat my long lashes. “You like?” My hands caress over the raised letters across my backside that I know, thanks to JoJo and her Cricut, readRowan’s Girl.
A low growl builds in his throat before he crosses the room in what feels like half a second. His arms wrap around me from behind, tucking me into his chest, his erection pushing against me. His hands wander up my body, cupping my breasts as his mouth drags down my neck. I arch into his touch as he tweaks my nipples through the tank top’s thin fabric.
“Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you are?” he rasps in my ear. “What you do to me?”
Rubbing my ass against his hard shaft, I let out a breathless laugh. “I have some idea.”
“I don’t think you do, but I’m going to show you,” he murmurs.
His tongue strokes down my neck as he eases the tank top from my shoulders, freeing my aching breasts. Leaned against his firm chest, need pools low in my belly with his massaging fingers’ work of my taut peaks. His hands glide over my exposed breasts to my stomach, along my hips, and cup my backside.
“Bend over.” His firm, but gentle order slickens the arousal between my legs.
Pulse thudding, I bend and brace my torso atop the desk. Its smooth surface cool against my heated skin. My head twists to the side.
“You’re so pretty, luv,” he whispers, his hands skim my spine to my ass where he strokes reverently. His fingers trace the words scrawled across my underwear as if committing them to memory.
“Rowan,” I whine as his fingers slide beneath my panties, finding my throbbing clit.
“This sweet little pussy is weeping for me, isn’t it?”
