Page 54 of Wilde and Deadly

She never got tired of it, tired of him.

When they first started sleeping together last summer, she’d foolishly thought she’d fuck him right out of her system and go back to hating him. But every time they were together, the line between love and hate blurred until she couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.

It was maddening and addictive all at once.

Now she lay sprawled across his chest, both of them panting and slick with sweat. His heart thundered beneath her cheek, matching the frantic rhythm of her own. She should move, should put some distance between them before the vulnerability of the moment consumed her. But his arms were locked around her waist, holding her close, and she found herself sinking deeper into his embrace.

“Fuck,” he breathed, his voice rough. “That was...”

“Yeah,” she agreed, unable to form a more coherent response. Her body hummed with the lingering pleasure of orgasm number… she didn’t even know.

She felt his fingers tracing idle patterns along her spine, and a shiver ran through her. It was too tender, too intimate.

And, God help her, she loved it.

She loved him so much it hurt.

And she was so fucking afraid of losing him.

Her throat closed up, and she squeezed her eyes shut against the sudden sting of tears as she tightened her arms around him.

“Hey,” Davey murmured, his hand coming up to cup the back of her head. “You okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

She shook her head against his chest, not trusting her voice. His fingers tangled in her hair, gently massaging her scalp, and she had to bite back a whimper. Why did he have to be so damn gentle with her?

“Rowan.” His voice was soft, concerned. “Talk to me. What’s going on in that head of yours?”

She took a shaky breath, trying to steady herself. “Nothing. I’m fine.”

His hand stilled in her hair. “You’re trembling.”

Rowan cursed inwardly. Of course he’d notice. Davey noticed everything about her, always had. It was part of what made him so infuriatingly irresistible.

“I’m just... overwhelmed,” she admitted, the words barely above a whisper.

Davey shifted, rolling them onto their sides so he could look into her eyes. His piercing blue gaze searched her face, and she felt exposed in a way that had nothing to do with their nakedness.

His thumb brushed lightly back and forth over the curve of her cheekbone. “Overwhelmed by what?”

“You.” She caught his hand and pressed it to her cheek. “This. Us… loving each other like a real couple.”

Davey’s eyes softened, a mix of understanding and tenderness that made Rowan’s chest ache. “Hey,” he said softly, “we are a real couple. Pretty sure we have been from the beginning.”

“No.” The denial was automatic, and his lips twitched into a smirk.

“Well, I haven’t seen any other women since we got together last summer.”

She scowled at him. “You better not have. I’ll go get that knife from the kitchen and finish what I started earlier.” To emphasize her point, she dropped a hand between his legs and cupped his balls, giving them a squeeze she knew would border on painful.

Davey’s breath hitched, but his smirk only widened. “Easy there, killer. I’m rather attached to those.” He rolled suddenly, pinning her underneath him as his cock hardened against her hand. “And so are you.”

“Oh my God, you can’t possibly be ready for round four.”

“Wanna bet?”

He captured her lips in a searing kiss, stealing her breath and any remaining coherent thoughts. His tongue swept into her mouth, demanding and possessive, as his hips ground against hers. Rowan moaned, arching into him, her body responding instantly despite her exhaustion.

“Fuck,” she gasped when he finally released her lips to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down her neck. “You’re insatiable.”

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