Page 54 of Dirty Play

Chapter fifteen

~LIVIA~

The moment Rowan’s lips meet mine again, my legs go weak. His kiss is consuming, almost punishing, as though he’s been starving for me. I can’t hold back anymore. I can’t deny my body what it’s been begging for since I met him.

I kiss him back with everything I have. My hands slide up his broad chest, clutching at the lapels of his tux jacket, desperate to hold onto something solid as the storm of him swallows me whole.

When his teeth graze my bottom lip, my knees actually buckle. He groans low in his throat and catches me, one strong arm looping around my waist, pulling me flush against the hard wall of his chest. His hand fists in the back of my dress, tugging the fabric tight against me as his other hand grips my jaw, tilting my face up so he can take my mouth deeper. I gasp into him, and his tongue sweeps in, taking full control.

“Jesus, Rowan,” I breathe when he pulls back just enough to let me gasp for air. My voice shakes, and I’m not even sure what I’m about to say. Maybe tell him to slow down or to hurry up? I can’t think. Not when his lips are on mine again, tongue invading my mouth.

“Bedroom.” The word is a growl against my mouth, a command, and my heart stutters.

I swallow hard, my breath coming out in shallow bursts. “Upstairs…to the right.”

Before I can process what’s happening, his hands slide to my thighs, and he hoists me up with ease. My legs instinctively wrap around his waist, and the new position has me gasping when I feel him—allof him—pressing against the heat between my thighs. My face burns, but Rowan just smirks, his mouth brushing against my jaw and my ear, as he murmurs, “You’re getting every inch of that tonight, beautiful.”

The words send a ripple of heat through my belly, melting away any hesitation, leaving only raw want behind.

He strides toward the stairs with a confidence that makes me dizzy, carrying me as though I’m as light as air. Each step he takes, each flex of his muscles beneath me, makes my pulse race faster. I cling to his shoulders, my lips brushing against his jaw as the scent of his aftershave surrounds me—woodsy, masculine, and fresh.

By the time we reach my bedroom, my head is spinning, and my body is on fire with nerves and anticipation. He kicks the door open, steps inside with that same calm dominance, and gently sets me on the bed.

I look up at him, my breaths coming in shallow pants, my heart thundering. His gaze is burning into me with an intensity that makes me feel both exposed and wanted in a way I’ve never felt before.

Rowan reaches for me, cupping my face in his hands, his thumbs brushing over my flushed cheeks as his green eyes pierce mine.

“Tell me to stop,” he murmurs, his voice gravelly. “Say the word, and I’ll walk out of here now.”

I should say something. Ishould.But the words get lost somewhere between my lips and my brain because all I can do is shake my head, my body leaning into him on instinct.

“Thank fuck,” he breathes out, closing his eyes.

That’s all he needs. He climbs on top of the bed like a tiger, ready to pounce. His lips find my throat before I can say a word. His kisses are hot, open-mouthed, dragging over my skin like he wants to memorize every inch of me. His stubble scrapes against my neck, leaving a tingling burn in its wake, and I can’t stop the small gasp that escapes me when his teeth scrape against the sensitive spot below my ear.

“You taste so sweet,” he murmurs, his voice vibrating against my skin. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

“Yes,” I admit, arching my neck for him. “It’s what you do to me, too.” I bury my hands in his hair, tugging his head closer to me.

His hands find my waist, sliding over the silky fabric of my dress and down to the slit on the side of my thigh. His fingers graze the bare skin just above my knee, and my breath catches in my throat.

His hands glide higher, bunching the fabric of my dress, and I feel a shiver race down my spine as his calloused fingers skim over my skin. I’ve never been this close to anyone, never been touched like this before, and the ache in my core is so overwhelming that I can’t think straight.

“Rowan,” I breathe, barely recognizing my own voice.

“I know, baby,” he murmurs against my collarbone, his lips brushing over the dip between my neck and shoulder. “I need you, too.”

His words send a rush of heat pooling low in my belly, and I close my eyes as his kisses trail lower, his hands never stopping their slow, deliberate exploration. I feel him shift above me, the weight of his body pressing me into the mattress as he leans down, his lips hovering just above mine.

“You taste like sin,” he whispers, his voice a low growl. “And I plan on devouring every goddamn bit of you.”

And just like that, every shred of doubt, every ounce of hesitation, disappears into the fire blazing inside me.

I clutch at Rowan’s tux jacket, desperate to feel more of him, to take away the barriers between us. But the damn thing won’t budge. His broad shoulders and thick arms are too much for me to manage, the fabric getting stuck halfway down his arms.

“That desperate for me, little hellcat?” he murmurs, amusement lacing his voice as he watches me struggle. His lips twitch, his dark eyes glinting with heat.

“Shut up,” I mutter, my voice breathless and shaky, my cheeks burning.

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