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She squirms with the increased pressure against her small nub.
“I don’t want to just taste you. I want to devour you.” I bend and lick slowly along her wet slit. “Christ, you’re so goddamn delicious.”
“Rowan.” She shakes with a soft cry. “You don’t…have to…it’s okay.”
Forehead scrunched, I look at her. “I have been fantasizing about how you taste since we met.” With my thumbs, I brush soothing strokes along her inner thighs. “Do you not like it when someone goes down on you?”
Her gaze shifts away. “I don’t know. No one’s ever…” Facing me, she sits up. “I’m not a virgin or anything. I’ve had sex. Lots of sex. Well… not lots. I’ve just never donethat”—she gestures to her lap— “sex has always just been…well, just sex.”
“Have you not wanted to?”
“No… Well, yes, but I’ve only been with two men. There was Tim and obviously Alex. Tim was a friend in undergrad who just did me a favor, so I was no longer a virgin. God this is so embarrassing.” Wincing, she covers her face with her hands.
My fingers comb into her hair. “Nothing to be embarrassed about.”
She swallows thickly. “Easy for you to say. I doubt you were a twenty-year-old virgin. I didn’t date in high school and in college… Most of the boys just saw me as the cute friend or the sweet legally blind girl. After college, I was focused on gradschool, then Aunt Bea, and now my career. Then there was Alex. He wasn’t into oral sex, unless he was receiving it.”
Anger burns inside me at the idea of no man ever properly taking care of this woman. Of not worshipping her body the way it should be. Of their selfishness to take without giving. Although, the way I want to consume her, leaving her wrung dry, is utterly selfish. I want nothing more than to leave her in a sated heap, unable to move or remember anyone’s touch but mine. To ruin her for any other man.
Hand against her cheek, I capture her stare. “Let me.”
“Alright.” She nods, trust shimmering in her eyes.
Bending, I plant a trail of kisses from her lips to the column of her throat. “Tell me to stop if I do anything you don’t like… Or if I do something you like, tell me and I’ll keep doing it.”
“Yes,” she whimpers at my nipping kisses along her collarbone.
“That’s a good girl.” Palm pressed against her stomach, I ease her back onto the countertop. “Lay back, luv.”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
The Proper End to the Proper Date
Pen
The pendant light above my counter showers Rowan’s face in a white glow, illuminating his wolfish expression as he hovers above me. Despite the polished granite’s coolness against my bare back, wildfire engulfs me. His energy reads predatorial, like a bobcat ready to strike…and I’m his prey, but the gentle, almost reverent, strokes of his fingers along my thighs telegraphs safety.
Pressing kisses down my body, he finally settles at my naked core and hooks my legs over his shoulders. His nose nuzzles along my slick center. “I want to bathe in your scent,” he growls, inhaling deeply.
My stomach clenches. “O…kay,” I moan with the first flick of his tongue against my clit.
Reminiscent of the first bites of a five-course meal, his mouth starts its focused consumption. Each slow lick, gentle suck, and teasing flick tightens a coil in my core.
“Fuck!” I cry out as his now-aggressive sucks, and the rasp and roll of his tongue on me, cranks that tension tighter.
He looks up. “You like?”
Forehead creased, I whine, “Don’t stop!”
His carnal smile is wicked. “Gladly.”
“God.” Pressure spools tight and my body begs for release as his finger taps at my entrance. “Yes,” I whimper, my back arching.
His groans of pleasure as he devours me melds with my needy wines. A breeze drifts into the room, the cool current licking across my heated skin. Somehow, in the sexual haze fogging my brain, I remember the windows are open and I have neighbors.
“Ro—” My hands cover my mouth to stifle my cry with his insertion of a second finger inside me.
Like a feral animal, he growls as he simultaneously fucks me with his mouth and fingers. Legs trembling, the tension builds and builds…
