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“I’ll go first?” His pupils dilate. “I’ll tell you what I thought about in Rio. What I imagined doing to the sexy Rowan Hudson who I never thought I’d actually meet.”
My ass cheeks clench, and my belly flips. Instantly, my palms float to his bare torso that’s so god-like.
“Lift up. Hover over my dick,” he orders. I rise so my weight rests on my knees, and I scoot back. “After I took the seashell selfie, I picked out one of your photos and pictured this,” he says in a gravely tone, letting his fingers glide around my belly to the cotton between my thighs. Slow sweeps feel charged with energy. My back arcs, trying to get closer to his chest, but he yanks my hair gently, keeping me upright and visible. “I imagined tasting you, just here.” He taps lightly. “And how wet it would be for me.” Daring fingers breach the fabric. Noah hisses when he finds me shamelessly wet. “I stroked my dick in the changing rooms and anticipated doing this.”
My skin flushes, the sensation of his touch is heightened by the moan that escapes me. “You’ve got just what I’ve been looking for.” A finger pushes deep inside, followed by a second. I tremble as they explore. “Only I didn’t realize what that was until now.” The pulsing speed increases; the intensity is slow and seductive. I’m moving with him, gyrating with his hand. “I made Rowan Hudson come over my hand, and then I wiped it around my dick.” A thumb finds my clit and everything tingles, and I mean everything. From my breasts to my toes, the skin sizzles. I’m up, then I’m down. I’m fluid, then I’m rigid.
“Let go.” His command becomes distant. I hear my voice, throaty and strangled when I call out his name.
I may have blacked out. I’m not sure. Slumped on his chest, the awareness of his hand moving under me stirs my senses. I push up, palms to the couch and nipples brushing his muscular form. “I want you so badly. I need you to fuck me,” I pant. “Take control of me.”
The hum from his throat sends a thrill to my core, pleasing both my body and confidence. “I want you too.”
It happens right away. The force of his mouth on mine, the speed of his hands securing my wrists, the strength of a muscular man on a mission as he pushes me off his lap and buries my breasts into the backrest. My panties dig into my flesh as he yanks them to my knees in one quick tug. His hungry movements are my reward for giving him what he craves.
“Your voice. I never added that sexy fucking voice to the fantasy,” he hisses. A hand carefully explores my bare buttocks. The other skates along my spine, snaking my neck to secure my throat with gentle restraint. He pulls me back into him so hot lips tease my temple. “I’ll cover my dick before we both get what we want. Don’t move, Rowan,” he says. The heat of his breath vanishes. The warmth of his body, gone.
I peep over my shoulder to find Noah Adams, the globally famous model, absolutely naked. Sweet, lordy Lord. I’m in Heaven. It’s not a dream or an imaginary world in my head. He’s here. I’m here. And we’re about to have sex.
He’s built like a man who could smash down walls with one punch. Constructed to perfection with only one aim - to enamor every camera angle. He’s utter perfection with each self-assured stance. Noah moves with confidence, a man who knows exactly how to work his body precisely under the spotlight. I like that about him, he’s powerful yet so tender when he touches me.
His cock jerks as he tears open the foil packet. When I examine his eyes, I see trained focus and skill while he covers his shaft, but when earthy eyes fix on mine, they’re filled with something else entirely. I can’t explain it. I won’t try to because this is nothing more than a one-night fantasy. He’s a model who’s probably bedded more women in the past month than I have had donuts, and that's a lot.
He stalks toward the couch. “You’re shaking.” Slow hands caress my hips. “Remember what I said, Rowan. You shouldn’t be apprehensive.” Hot breaths team up with masterful movements.
“Sorry, I can’t help being nervous around you,” I whisper, mindful of the weight of him on my back. With both hands, he spreads me wide. “Please,” I shiver with my plea.
“How much do you want it,” he says hoarsely.
“More than anything.” I’m breathing out the words, pushing back into him.
“Then you can have it.” And with that permission, Noah impales me, unyielding, stretching my tight walls around.
We move together flawlessly. I’ve been starved of manly affection for too long. Our bodies fit together like a dream. His effort to devour me is carried out with finesse. I let him lead the way, rolling my pelvis to take all of him and enjoy every plunge of pleasure. The thrusts are relentless, giving me a fullness, I never knew my body could engulf.
Chills shower me. Fingerprints bite with a hungry authority. I adore how he captures the light and injects it into my soul causing my legs to shake.
“Rowan. You feel so good, so fucking incredible.”
I hear his raspy baritone.
I notice his hands tighten around my hips.
I sense his powerful release.
I surrender to him fully, completely, all my wishes have come true.
Noah’s forehead drops to my shoulder blade, and he exhales loudly. After a beat, he jerks me into him so my back hits his torso. I melt, utterly dumbfounded by the reaction my body has to this man. My head drops backward to the contour of his neck, and his chin rests on the crown of my head. Noah holds me tenderly in an intimate hug that signifies something more momentous.
“Stay with me tonight.” He squeezes tighter with a possessiveness that welcomes waves of more wishes into my brain. I never want to leave. Not now, not ever.
I angle my head to peer at him. “Okay. I guess I’m already here, it would be rude to leave now.” His lips creep up at one side as if my decision pleases him. I aim to come across unaffected, but he is already aware of how malleable I am to his touch. How responsive I am to his commands.
He’s like a priceless painting, brightening a blank wall in the gallery. Untouchable by hand and cordoned off by a thin rope. Somehow, he’s granted permission to cross the boundary and indulge my curiosity.
Noah peels the condom off, ties a knot, and tosses it to the side. He turns me into his muscular chest. I nuzzle into him, bringing my knees to my belly. Wow—wee! What a night.
“I’m not done with you yet, Rowan.
