Page 56 of Rowdy Hearts

But a second later, I found myself flat on my back again as his hands reached for the waistband of my pants. I wasn’t wearing jeans. I didn’t usually wear them. But I had packed a couple pairs of yoga pants and my favorite cargos. Luckily for both of us, the cargo pants had an elastic waist and slid right off without any effort at all, taking my underwear with them. Almost as if I’d planned it.

How could you have planned for this?

I was naked and horny and about to get fucked by a guy I’d only met yesterday. And I couldn’t fucking wait.

“Rowdy. Your turn. Now.”

I could barely get enough air into my lungs to speak, and I didn’t wait for him to respond. Reaching for his jeans, I grabbed the waistband, made sure his briefs came with them, and shoved them down his thighs. Holy shit, the man’s thighs weremassive, roped with muscle and the perfect frame for his thick cock.

I let myself stare for a few long seconds, hoping I didn’t literally drool. He was hard and ready. And my brain took that moment to remind me how long it had been since I’d had sex. Like, a year, at least.

“I love the way you’re staring at me,” his voice was barely a rasp, “but I want you to touch me. Now.”

I had to swallow before I could answer. “You’re getting awfully bossy.”

“I have a feeling you like it, Princess. And you know you want to.”

Fuck it. I did. I really did.

“Lay down.”

His mouth quirked at the command, but he did what I wanted, shoving his pants and socks off along the way. Now he lay naked with his arms crossed beneath his head, his erection hard and angled away from his stomach, and that grin that made me want to straddle his thighs and take him in immediately.

Instead, I took a page out of his book and forced myself to slow down. Getting up on my knees, I let my gaze stroll down the length of him. He had a few tattoos, one on his left upper arm, another on his right pec and one down his right thigh. I’d explore those later, because right now, I had other ideas. Like easing the ache between my legs.

“Are you going to?—”

I put my hand over his mouth. “I’m going to do whatever I want.”

He sucked in a sharp breath, then released it on an amused huff. “Guess I deserve that.”

“Oh, you definitely do. Don’t worry. You’ll get what you need.”

“I appreciate that, Princess. But I’d really like if you could hurry it up a little. My dick’s getting cold.”

Another laugh caught me by surprise, and I shook my head. “Are you ever serious?”

“What’s there to be serious about? This is the most fun I’ve had in a damn long time. You’re just about the most fun I’ve ever had.”

That last part hit me dead center in my heart. No one had ever said that to me. Not one single person had made me feel like his best time.

Before I got too sappy and declared my undying devotion, which I’d never do anyway, I swung my right leg over his hips so I could straddle those thick thighs. Damn the man wasbuilt. And I didn’t mean like obscenely so. Just muscled enough to make me want to kiss my way from that stubbled jaw all the way to his kneecaps, because, okay, shins didn’t really do much for me.

Settling my hands on his stomach, I felt his muscles tighten as I curled my hands then dragged my fingernails up to his pecs.

Groaning, he said, “Fuck, I like that. Do it again.”

I considered letting him wait, but I liked playing with him too much. Raking my hands down to his waist this time, I didn’t stop until I reached his thighs, then dug my nails in as he blew out a breath.

“Goddamn, I like that, too.”

I repeated the motion several times, watching as he tipped his head back and closed his eyes, jaw tight. Leaning forward, I put my hands on the floor of either side of his chest.

“Don’t move.”

I intended to get up to grab the sling bag I’d taken to the game, where I’d stashed the condom I’d had in my makeup bag, but his eyes opened, and he grabbed my hips.

“Back pocket.”

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