Page 52 of Rowdy Hearts

Don’t lie to yourself. You like it.

Okay, but I didn’t have to tell him I did.

“Kiss me.”

The words came out as more of a plea but seeing the look on Rowdy’s face was worth any hint of weakness. I watched his control falter and disappear as hunger took over. His mouth was on mine a split-second later. His hot kiss demanded, and, for a split second, I wasn’t sure I should give him what he wanted. What I wanted. I wasn’t sure about him or me or about any of this. Then the Bad Girl muttered,Fuck, yes,in my brain, and my lust became a red-hot flame that licked into every part of my body.

His closed mouth pressed against my lips for several long seconds, until I was holding my breath, waiting for him to push me farther, harder. To open his lips and slide his tongue into my mouth and really taste me.

My hands found his shoulders, clenching into the muscles, feeling them bunch under my fingers. I wanted to melt at his strength, to press myself against him and let him hold me up. But he wasn’t moving fast enough. I needed more. And he wanted me to work for it.

Fine.

Pulling back, I looked him in the eyes and said, “Chair.”

A corner of his mouth kicked up. “Yes, ma’am.” Then he turned and sprawled into the nearest chair. I followed, taking a deep breath as I let my gaze crawl over him. Like I wanted to.

How did just a look from those dark eyes make my heart beat faster? And my thighs clench?

Only one way to find out. No more hesitation.

Settling my knees on either side of his, I sank down onto his thighs, my hands landing on his shoulders. I took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of soap and clean male and just a hint of something darker. I wanted to lean forward and kiss my way from that hollow in his throat to just behind his ear and along that scruffy jaw.

Instead, I rubbed the tip of my nose against his jaw, the rasp of his whiskers making me shiver. I sucked in a breath and held it as I tilted my head to let my lips brush against his cheek. The sensitive skin of my lips tingled, and I bit them between my teeth as I pulled back.

His gaze darkened even more, and there wasn’t a hint of playfulness now. Just sharp, total focus.

Mesmerized, lungs grasping for air, I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his, kissing him hard before drawing his bottom lip between my teeth and giving it a tug. His breath released on a harsh sigh and his hands grabbed my hips, fingers sinking in and anchoring me. I liked the feeling of being held tight, like he wouldn’t let me slip and fall.

With my gaze caught with his, I slid my hands up his strong neck to his hair, sinking my fingers into those messy curls.

“Do you ever comb this?”

“You mean with an actual comb?”

My lips curved, and I looked into his eyes again. “Guess that’s a no.”

He shrugged as I wound those silky curls around my fingers. It wasn’t fair that a guy had such great hair.

“Why bother when it’s just gonna do its own thing anyway?”

Kind of how he lived his life.

Nope, not over-analyzing anything right now. Leaning forward, I kissed him again. He was ready for me this time, giving me just enough to make me want more, need more. Making me come closer, until my breasts were pressed against that hard chest and my lips moved over his. I wanted him to kiss me harder, but he refused to cooperate. He seemed content to let me lead. Frustration built, making me kiss him a little harder, crush my lips against his until his mouth opened enough for my tongue to slip inside.

He made a sound almost like a growl when my tongue touched his, wanting more. He tasted like whiskey, heat and desire.Not enough.Scooting forward, I settled my sex over the ridge in his jeans, inviting him to rub against me.

Now he groaned, a rumble in his chest as his hands slid around my waist, flattening against my back and pressing me closer.

Yes. This is what I want.

Need built, licking through my blood like a slow-moving flame. My thighs clenched, but with my knees on either side of his legs, I got no relief from the ache in my core. And I couldn’t stand that he didn’t seem in any hurry to get naked and get busy.

He kissed me slow and steady, even though I was trying my damnedest to rile him into moving faster. Tugging at his hair, I tipped my head to the side and kissed him with more urgency, my tongue curling along his, wanting to push him into losing a little bit of his control. Instead, the damn man seemed to sloweven more. Like he was learning every little bit of me and wasn’t going to move on until he had.

With a little growl of frustration, I pulled back, though his hands held tight, not allowing me to move too far away.

“What’s wrong, princess?”

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