Page 62 of Late Nights & Love Lines
Need should always be felt this profoundly.
“I don’t want to stop,” she whispers into my chest. “For today, and tomorrow, I don’t want to stop.”
Those words steal my breath. For today and tomorrow. She still needs an out, maybe she always will, but I’m not strong enough to walk away from this moment either.
“Are you sure?” My voice shakes with desire for her.
She nods against my shirt. “I’m sure.”
“Fucking Christ, Rowan.”
My hands fall to her ass, and I lift her up so I can lay her out on the blanket. Hovering over her, I take a moment to memorize every perfect inch of her face.
“Your eyes twinkle in the moonlight, did you know that?”
She shakes her head and bites her plump bottom lip.
“You’re so beautiful.”
“So are you,” she says, and I chuckle. I’ve never wanted to be called beautiful before, but it’s a compliment I’ll carry like a badge of honor coming from her lips.
Rowan’s hands slide up my chest, lifting my T-shirt as she goes until I shift to toss it to the side. I stay braced above her as she maps my body with her fingertips, until my muscles begin to shake.
Her hands sear my skin, and my cock swells in my shorts. I don’t ever remember being so hard that my cock twitches and aches to be set free. It should serve as a warning that everything with this woman will be explosive, but instead of pulling away, I allow my hips to press into hers.
She moans on contact, arching her back and rolling her hips more firmly into mine. I bite back a groan and pin her still so I can fight back my impending mind-blowing orgasm—at least for the time being.
Knowing how she handles physical contact, I allow her to set our pace. I refuse to do anything that will scare her away. Not when everything in me is screaming that I’ve been waiting for her my entire life.
She sinks her nails into my skin, not hard, but enough that it causes goosebumps to race across my body and a hiss of pleasure to escape my clenched teeth.
“Seb.” She peers up at me through long lashes, her confidence draining from her with each passing second.
“What do you need?” I lower my mouth to hers, not quite touching.
Her tongue darts out to lick her lips, and mine are so close I steal a taste of her too.
“I’m not a…touchy-feely kind of girl.”
I kiss the right corner of her mouth.
“I know.”
Another kiss to the left corner of her mouth.
“But I—I…”
I interrupt her with a kiss, slowly exploring the softness of her lips. She tastes like sugar, sweet, with a hint of tequila that gives her some bite.
Leaning on my elbows, I cup her cheeks with both hands and stare directly into her eyes. “Whatever you need, whatever youwant, all you have to do is ask, and I’ll do everything in my power to give it to you.”
I kiss her cheek.
“Today,” she whispers.
Our connection never breaks as I rub my nose along hers.
“And tomorrow.” I correct.
