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“I’ll be your cushion any time. I’m pretty sturdy.”
The breath wooshes out of me. My chest heaves against his body, taking in his sweet promise. It both terrifies and allures me at the same time.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” His hands skate over my face, down my sides, along my back, at my hips, and graze the swell of my ass. “Shit! Sorry.” He throws his hands into the air.
“Rowan, none of that. All that matters ismyass is okay.” I smile playfully.
A soft laugh relaxes him.
I sit up, peering down at him. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
I cradle his cheek and his beard’s silken strands tickle my palm. I wonder if the hair on his head is as soft. What would it be like to weave my fingers into his neat tresses and muss them up?
“Strangely I’ve never been better.” His hands rest on my hips.
That static electricity between us crackles, as I realize that not only am Istillstraddling Rowan but my heated core rests against his… And he’s hard and large…very large.
I should get up, but I don’t move. Neither does he. He doesn’t push me off. He doesn’t wiggle from beneath me. There’s no apologetic or bashful smile. Those strong hands only hold me in place. I can’t see his eyes, but I can feel their smoldering stare. It’s almost like a dare. The gauntlet has been thrown. Who will make the first move and what move will that be?
Why am I waiting for him to act?Rowan may be a man who commands, but he’s also guarded. Why wouldn’t he be most guarded about his heart? I know what move I want made and who should do it.
Darting my tongue against my lips, I cradle his face. Both to anchor me to him and to test. Like dipping my toes into the stream to assure the waters will welcome me. He melts into my touch. I bend towards him and…
Stomping feet burst our cocoon. Red faced, hands on hips, the older man appears over our heads. “This is inappropriate. You’re in a public place!” the man tuts.
Vagina blocker!I groan and pull away from Rowan.
“We should go,” Rowan sighs.
CHAPTER SIX
Fuck Michigan Ed Sheeran
Rowan
The shower’s spray beats against my taut muscles. Between the hike and this afternoon’s proximity to Pen, I’m on fire. I could fucking combust with need. My body buzzes with the memory of her delicate frame draped over me. The way her ample breasts, hard peaks poking through her shirt’s thin fabric, snuggled against my chest. Our hot breath mingled as her honey gaze, with a glint of hunger flashing in the pupils, peered down at me from below my hat’s brim. The way that pink tongue darted across her bow-shaped lips. Her candied aroma still lingers in my nostrils.
My hand trails down my stomach towards my cock, still hard despite the frozen temperature of the water. Like a damn teenager again, my dick has been in various stages of erection since meeting Pen. I grip my shaft and close my eyes. My mind drifts to Pen’s full lips. Gripping tighter, I let myself fall into the fantasy. Her almond-shaped eyes. Glossy lips wrapped around me, while her dainty hands work my base. Her needy moansand whimpers fill the shower. Jealousy surges at the droplets coasting across her naked body.
I groan, imagining my hands tangling into her wet strands to guide myself deeper. She clenches her thighs together, wanting me as much as I want her. Her arousal mingling with the water swirling down the drain. Like a queen she rules over me.
“My Pen,” I moan.
The slickness of my hand is a poor substitute for what I imagine is the ecstasy of her mouth. Pumping faster, pleasure spools tight at the base of my spine.
“Fuck,” I rasp as my release claims me.
Hand placed against the slick, tiled wall, I pant and allow my mind to circle back to the reality that it was my hand and not Pen’s pretty mouth that I just fucked.
Greg and Sasha teased that I had it bad. This orgasm’s intensity warns that they’renotwrong. I just came harder than I’ve ever come in my life and all I did was imagine Pen. God, what would sheathing myself entirely in her do to me? Her body writhing beneath me while I take her to the edge again and again prolonging both our pleasure until we each plead for release. Because once I am inside her, I won’t want to leave.
This woman has possessed me. Not just with her gorgeous looks, but her entire self. She’s brilliant, funny, a little silly, feisty, strong, kind, and sweetly earnest. I’ve only known her for ten hours, and I barely remember my life before Pen. She’s brand new to me, but somehow my heart acts like it’s always known her.
There’s something dangerous in that. In her. My naturally protective guard is lowering its defenses. I must mentally reinforce my armor around her. Pen’s openness has me sharing more than I share with anyone. I’ve talked more to her about my dad in the past ten hours than I have in the last twenty-three years with my brothers or mam. With Pen, I want to tell hereverything. This isn’t like me. This is more Finn’s territory. My brother falls in love more in a single summer than most people have in a lifetime.
“It’s not love. It’s just hormones.” I shut off the shower and step out.
It’s just pent-up sexual energy. In January, as it looked more certain that the L.A. Bobcats were playoff bound, I gave up all extracurricular activities of a carnal nature. No letting off steam with a few of the women I have an understanding with. No taking up Emma Sinclaire’s many, many thinly veiled sexual offers. There’d be no repeatingthatmistake.
