Page 54 of Rowdy Hearts

I wanted to drown in heat, so I let it take me over.

My head tilted to the side so he could kiss me deeper, let my body sink into his, until his erection pressed against my core, exactly where I wanted him to be. Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I crushed my breasts against his chest and heard him make that low rumble again. It sank straight to my clit, which was already highly sensitive and throbbing.

Inching even closer, I rocked against that ridge in his jeans, trying to ease some of that ever-increasing ache. Until his hands gripped my hips and lifted me just high enough that we were no longer touching.

“None of that yet,” he said as he tore his lips away from mine and kissed his way down my throat. “You’re gonna have to beg for it, now.”

Holy shit. Why did that make my nipples tighten so badly they hurt?

But that was a dare, and I had to respond.

“Not if I make you beg first.”

He nipped at the sensitive skin where my neck met my shoulders, causing me to shudder. Shoving my hands back into his hair, I tugged hard on the strands, until he pulled away and met my gaze. The heat in his eyes stole my breath.

“So make me beg.”

The edge in his voice gave me the push I needed. Holding his gaze, I slid my hands to his shoulders then continued to his chest. The warmth of his body made the tips of my fingers curl into the hard muscle there before I reached for the first button on his shirt. The green and black cotton flannel was silky soft, the buttons giving way to expose a t-shirt beneath. Biting my lip with frustration, I undid the rest of the buttons quickly, shoving it off his shoulders.

“Take this off.”

“Ask nicely.”

I leaned forward and bit his left earlobe, hard enough to make him wince.

“Keep pushing me,” he growled, “and we’re gonna end up on the floor.”

“I’m good with the floor. Just move faster.”

A split-second later, he shoved his hands under my ass and set me on my knees on the floor. I was reaching for him as he joined me, my hands helping him shed his shirt. I threw it to the side when he grabbed his t-shirt and yanked it up, exposing rock-hard abs and chest. Jesus, I wanted to pet him. Instead, I leaned forward and pressed my lips right in the center of his chest. The silky soft hair there felt rough, but his skin was soft and hot.

“Hang on. Let me?—”

He ended on a groan as I caught the hard tip of his nipple between my teeth.

“Fuck, Tressy.”

Yes. Please, yes.

Need made me frantic as I grabbed the button on his jeans and worked it open, but I was thwarted a millimeter from my prize when he grabbed my hands.

“Oh, no, you don’t.” Rowdy’s voice was a low rumble. “You touch me now, and I’m done.”

“I think I might like to see that.”

“Shit.”

I let out a little yelp when he grabbed me around the waist and my thighs and laid me flat on the floor then started to laugh as my back hit the floor. My laughter cut off as he kissed me again, coming down on top of me as he grabbed both of my hands and held them above my head.

Groaning at the unfamiliar and totally hot sensation of being unable to move, I let my body relax, let my eyes close as he slowed his exploration of my mouth. I loved how he kissed me, like he was enjoying the hell out of it and didn’t want to rush.

With his shirt gone, I ran my hands down his back, hisskin silky and sleek. His muscles bunched and flexed as he moved both of my hands to one of his then used his free hand to glide down my body. He skirted my breast, which just made me want his touch that much more. My back arched, but I couldn’t move because he had me pinned to the floor.

This shouldn’t feel this good. Why does this feel so good?

His hand moved to the waist of the jersey I wore. The one with his name and number on the back. Then his hand slid beneath, and I stopped breathing as he finally touched me skin to skin. As his fingers danced along my side, making my skin erupt in goosebumps, his mouth moved down my neck again.

When he drew away, my eyes flew open, and I blinked at the shadowed ceiling beams for a second. When he released my hands, I almost protested before I realized he was sitting up, his hands working the jersey up and over my head.

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