I pretend to think about it. “In the kitchen, with the oven on? Are you saying you want me to bake you something?”
He pushes off the door, his gaze turning predatory. I laugh and back up, making him pursue me. It only takes him a fewseconds to catch me and sweep me up. I yelp as he gently throws me over his shoulder, play biting my ass.
I laugh as he tickles me, powerless to escape his grasp. It’s the hardest I’ve laughed in a long time, and it helps relax the tension I’ve been feeling since yesterday.
When we reach my bedroom, he sets me on the bed, pulling his T-shirt up and off over his head and supporting his weight on a knee and his hands as he looks down at me.
“I want you, but I want you to be ready. We can wait if--”
I cut him off. “I’m ready. Beyond ready.”
His eyes darken and he smiles, bending his arms to reach me for a kiss. “I love you, Cam. I’m in, with my whole fucked-up heart. I’ll never be perfect, but I’ll never stop trying to be better for you.”
I put my palms on his cheeks. “I’ll never be perfect, either. And I love you so much it feels like my heart might explode.”
“Let’s hope not,” he says lightly, kissing me.
I wrap myself around him as his lips claim mine, desperate for more. He kisses my jawline, my earlobes, my neck. When he moves down to push up my shirt, I close my eyes for a second and take a deep breath, working up the courage to do what I’ve been fantasizing about.
“It’s my turn,” I say softly.
“Hmm?” he looks up from my stomach, where he’s trailing kisses upward.
“I need to move to show you.”
He moves aside and I get out of bed, standing beside it so I’m facing it.
“You’ve given me twenty-two mind-blowing orgasms in the past month, which is more than I’ve ever had with anyone.”
He arches a brow, amused. “You kept a tally?”
I pull off my Coyotes T-shirt, which is actually his. He forgets his question, his gaze turning serious as he takes me in.I’m wearing a Christmas gift to myself, a white lacy bra and underwear, so I could feel my sexiest for this moment. The fabric is sheer, my nipples showing through it.
It takes all my courage to do this in broad daylight because my body isn’t perfect. I have stretch marks and my stomach isn’t flat. But I’m Rowan’s one and only, and his one and only isn’t going to hide under the covers and give him quick hand jobs.
I want to turn him on, even if it’s scary. And from the bulge in his pajama pants, I know he’sveryturned on. So I keep going, sliding down my sleep shorts to reveal my sheer, see-through underwear.
His eyes widen as I turn around, giving him a view of my ass, which is franklyfabulous. I’ve always gotten compliments on my round, grabbable ass. I slide down the sides of my underwear very slowly, doing a little shimmy.
I stop about two inches down and move to my bra, reaching behind my back to unclasp it and giving Rowan a flirty look over my shoulder.
“Fuck, you’re killing me, babe.” He runs a hand up and down his erection, still trapped inside his pants.
I turn around and slide down my bra straps, then let it glide down my arms and fall to the floor. He sits up as I return to my underwear, our gazes locked as I ease them down.
When he puts his hands on my hips and brushes a kiss over my stomach, I inhale sharply. His warm breath gives me goose bumps. He moves his hands around to my ass and sinks his fingertips into my cheeks, gently spreading them.
This was supposed to be about him, but it feels too amazing to stop him just yet. He moves a little closer to the edge of the mattress, the tip of his erection grazing against my stomach as he takes one of my nipples in his mouth and teases it.
He circles his tongue around it and then nips, making me moan. I rake my nails over his scalp and he tightens his grip on my ass.
I have to force myself to take a step back and say, “Stand for me.”
When he does, I pull down his pants and boxers, his erection jutting out in front of him proudly.
I push his shoulder slightly and he sits back down, his eyes widening as I get to my knees.
“Holy shit, Cam, I won’t be able to take much of this.”