Page 9 of Burly Lumberjack

“Fuck, sweetheart. You’re already soaked.”

I cover my face with my hands, equal parts flustered and turned on.

He eases my hands away. “No hiding. I want to see all of you. You have nothing to be ashamed of. You have no idea how sexy you are and how much I love how your body responds to me. It means you want me just as badly as I want you.”

My body burns with embarrassment and desire. I’ve never let anyone see me like this—curves and softness and all—but the way he looks at me…it’s like he loves that I’m not small. Like I’m everything he’s ever wanted.

He lowers himself between my legs and presses a kiss to the inside of my thigh.

I jolt. “Wait… I…what are you—”

His breath ghosts over me. “Shh. Just trust me.”

His hands slide beneath my thighs, lifting and spreading them gently, and when his mouth closes over me—hot, slow, firm—my brain shuts off, and all my senses sing at full volume.

My back arches as pleasure bursts through my core. “Oh…oh my God…”

He licks me again. Long, slow. Then circles my clit with the tip of his tongue. My entire body wakes up, electrified.

I gasp as pleasure overwhelms my body. My fingers scrabble against the couch cushion.

“Rowan, I…” My voice is ragged. “That feels… Oh my God. More!”

He growls against my core, and the vibration makes me buck. The stubble of his beard tickles the inside of my thighs, but I don’t care. The building intensity in my body is driving me wild.

“Good,” he murmurs. “I’m not stopping until you come on my tongue.”

His tongue moves in swirls—teasing and firm, circling places I didn’t even know were sensitive. His lips close around my clit and suck, and I cry out, hips lifting off the couch. I try to close my thighs, overwhelmed by sensation, but he puts his hands under my ass and pulls me more firmly against his mouth.

“Stay still,” he murmurs, his voice jagged and hungry. “I want every drop you give me.”

My whole body feels like it’s about to erupt. The pressure is building fast, sharp, and hot in my belly, and I can’t think—I can barely breathe.

“Rowan, I…oh God…please… What’s happening?”

He groans, mouth working harder, tongue flicking, sucking, driving me right to the edge.

And then I burst.

Pleasure explodes in every part of my body, but especially between my legs, fast and wild and making my body jerk that I’m being electrocuted. I cry out, thighs shaking around his head, hips bucking, but Rowan doesn’t stop. He licks me through it, coaxing every pulse of pleasure until I collapse back against the cushions, panting and stunned.

He kisses my thigh, then lifts his head, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “You taste so fucking sweet. Do you want to taste yourself?”

I can’t speak. My body is electric. I need more of this. “Yes,” I say. This seems so filthy, but I want it so bad.

He leans over me and kisses me softly, and I taste myself on his mouth. I suck his tongue, savoring my musky taste. It makes me wonder what Rowan tastes like. I’m definitely going to find out.

“I need you in bed,” he whispers. “Now.”

Before I can respond, he scoops me up in his arms.

“Wait!” I gasp. “You don’t have to carry me. I’m—” I hesitate, the word catching in my throat. “I’m too big—”

“Ophelia.” His voice is sharp. Serious. He stops and looks down at me like I’ve lost my mind. “You weigh nothing.”

I stare at Rowan. But one look into his green eyes, and I know he’s serious.

Something new and deep opens up in me. I blink up at him, lips parted, chest aching in the best way. I’ve always had a little extra weight, but I’ve never been treated like it was anything other than a flaw. Rowan makes me feel just right, and I love him for it.

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