Page 86 of Wilde and Deadly

Rowan had been right,damn her.

He had needed sleep. As soon as his head hit the pillow, he was out like a light. No tossing and turning, no nightmares. Just blissful oblivion.

When Davey woke, weak sunlight filtered through the blinds over the two narrow windows on the wall opposite the bed. He blinked, disoriented for a moment. This wasn’t his apartment, wasn’t his bed. Then he felt Rowan’s warm body pressed against his side, her arm draped across his chest and the tension leaked out of him.

The safe house.

He turned his head, drinking in the sight of her. Her dark hair was tousled, fanned out on the pillow. Her lips were slightly parted, her expression peaceful.

Jesus, she was beautiful. Fierce and deadly, yes, but in this moment, she looked almost angelic. He trailed his fingers lightly along her arm, savoring the softness of her skin. His pulse hammered against his ribs, his skin prickling with awareness as she shifted closer. Every nerve in his body seemed attuned to the heat radiating from her, to the whisper of her breath against his jaw.

Rowan’s eyes fluttered open, instantly alert. A slow, seductive smile curved her lips as she met his gaze. “Good morning,” she purred, pressing herself more firmly against him.

Without a word, Davey cupped her face and kissed her deeply. Rowan responded instantly, pressing her body against his as she returned the kiss with equal fervor. Her hand slid down his chest, fingertips tracing the defined muscles of his abdomen before dipping lower.

Davey groaned into her mouth as she wrapped her fingers around his cock and gave him a long, slow stroke from root to tip.

“Someone woke up happy,” she teased.

“You have no idea,” he growled, nipping at her lower lip, then he rolled, pinning her underneath him. He kissed a trail down her neck, reveling in her breathy sighs as he laved attention on her sensitive skin.

His hands roamed her curves, caressing and teasing as he mapped every dip and swell. He cupped her breast, thumb flicking over the peaked nipple. Rowan arched into his touch, a needy whimper escaping her throat. The sound sent a bolt of lust straight to his groin.

Davey took his time worshipping her body, determined to bring her pleasure. He traced the tip of his tongue along the valley between her breasts before drawing one straining nipple into his mouth. She buried her fingers in his hair, holding him to her as he suckled and nipped. A shudder rattled through her.

“Davey, please...”

He released her nipple and kissed his way down her taut stomach, swirling his tongue around her navel. Her breath hitched as he nudged her thighs apart and settled between them. He could smell her arousal, musky and intoxicating. Reverently, he trailed his fingers along her inner thighs, savoring the way her muscles quivered under his touch. She watched him through heavy-lidded eyes, her cheeks flushed and lips parted.

“Show me where you want my mouth, Hellcat.”

She slid a hand down between her legs and parted her folds with her fingers, exposing her slick, swollen flesh to his hungry gaze.

“Here,” she breathed, tracing a finger around her clit. “I want your mouth here.”

He licked his lips, then lowered his head and dragged the flat of his tongue along her slit, from her entrance to her clit. He groaned at the taste of her, sweet and tangy on his tongue.

Rowan let out a sharp cry, her hips jerking upward. He gripped her thighs, holding her steady as he explored her with long, slow licks, savoring her taste, her texture.

“Oh. Oh, fuck, Davey...” She fisted her hands in the sheets as he slid one finger inside her slick heat. She was so tight and wet, and he shook with the need to bury his cock deep inside her, but he held back. He wanted her to come first. He wanted to watch her unravel as he teased and stroked and sucked. Curling his finger, he found that always made her lost her mind, stroking it in time with the flicks of his tongue against her clit.

Rowan writhed beneath him, reduced to incoherent whimpers and pleas and gasps as he worked her higher. Her legs trembled against his shoulders.

“That’s it, Hellcat.” A second finger joined the first, stretching her, preparing her to take all of him. The wet sounds of his ministrations filled the room, obscene and arousing. He reveled in every hitched breath and choked off moan he drew from her lips.

“You’re so fucking beautiful like this. Spread out for me, lost in pleasure. I could feast on your sweet little pussy for hours.” He punctuated his words with deep, deliberate strokes of his tongue, lashing against her clit in rapid flicks that had her hips bucking off the bed.

Rowan’s back arched off the bed, her body drawn bowstring tight. “Davey, Davey please...I need...”

“Tell me what you need, Hellcat,” he growled against her flesh. “I want to hear you say it.”

She let out a strangled moan, her hips undulating against his face. “I need you inside me. I need your cock. Please, Davey...”

“Not yet. You’re going to come for me first like a good girl.” He hummed against her, the vibrations making her cry out sharply. “I want to feel you come apart on my tongue. I want to taste your pleasure.” He closed his lips around her clit and sucked, curling his fingers inside her to rub mercilessly against that sensitive spot, driving her towards the precipice. He kept her teetering on the knife’s edge of release, backing off every time he felt her start to clench around his fingers.

She made a desperate sound that was something between a sob and a groan of frustration. Her hands fisted in his hair, tugging insistently. “Damn you, Davey Wilde. I swear, if you don’t let me come right now, I’ll…”

Davey grinned against her slick flesh, savoring her desperation, the way she trembled and writhed beneath his touch. He loved reducing her to this quivering, needy mess. This powerful, deadly woman, utterly at his mercy, begging for release. “You’ll what, my little hellcat?”

---