Page 55 of Dirty Play

Rowan chuckles, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrates through my chest, making me ache even more.

“Let me help you, baby.” He shrugs out of the tux jacket with ease, tossing it somewhere behind him before leaning back down, crowding me against the bed.

His lips are on my neck again, hot and possessive, like he’s branding me with every kiss. I tilt my head to give him more access, the sensation melting me to my core. My hands slide up the hard planes of his chest, feeling the muscle beneath his shirt. His light stubble scrapes against my skin, the rough sensation a perfect contrast to the softness of his lips.

“You’ve been driving me insane,” he growls against my throat. “You have no idea what I want to do to you.”

“Show me,” I pant, arching into his touch. I let out a shaky breath as his hands find my waist, his fingers sliding up my sides, bunching my dress higher and higher. The air feels charged, electric, as his hands skim over my thighs, his rough palms sending shivers racing through my body. His mouth captures mine again, his kiss deeper, hungrier. My hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, and I can’t stop the small moan that escapes me when his fingers finally brush against the bare skin just beneath the hem of my dress. “I’ve been thinking about this, too,” I admit with a breathy whisper.

“You’ve been waiting for me to touch you again,” he says, his voice dripping with confidence.

“Rowan…” His name falls from my lips in a whisper, part plea, part surrender.

“Yes, baby,” he drawls, his fingers brushing against the lace of my panties, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. “What do you want?”

I can barely think, barely breathe, as his fingers trace the edge of the fabric, his touch light and torturous.

“I want you,” I finally manage, my voice trembling with restrained heat. “God, I want you.”

His eyes darken, a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips.

His gaze sends another rush of heat pooling low in my belly, and when his fingers finally slip beneath the lace, I let out a gasp, my hips arching into his touch. The sensation is electric, his touch firm and confident as he explores me, his fingers finding the spot that makes my breath hitch.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” he groans, his voice rough with arousal.

I can only whimper, my body trembling beneath him as he circles my clit with his fingers.

“You’re so sensitive,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against my ear as he works me with expert precision. “Do you know how perfect you feel?”

My breaths come faster, my hands clutching at his shoulders as he continues to tease me, his fingers sliding faster, drawing out sounds from me that I’ve never made before.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says, his lips finding mine again, his kiss possessive. “I’m going to ruin you. Just like you’ve ruined me.”

Rowan’s fingers curl around the fabric of my panties before he slowly slides them off. The cool air hits me for a moment before his fingers are on me again, spreading my lips open. The sensation is electric, and I can’t hold back the moan that escapes me.

“Fuck, Livia,” he groans, his voice low and rough as his fingers move, spreading the wetness he’s already pulled from me. His eyes are cast down, watching his fingers work my clit, devouring the sight.

I grip his shoulders, my head tipping back against the bed as he presses harder. But then the weight of what we’re about to do hits me. My chest tightens, nerves mixing with the heat.

“Rowan,” I say, my voice shaky as I blink up at him. “Wait.”

His dark eyes snap to mine. Propping himself on one elbow, his face softens slightly.

“What is it, baby?” His fingers slow down but don’t stop, rubbing in slow circles.

I bite my lip, suddenly shy under his piercing gaze. “I’ve never done this before.”

Rowan’s entire body stiffens above me. He pulls his hand from between my legs and leans back slightly, studying me like he’s trying to figure out if I’m serious. His brow furrows, his jaw tightening.

“How?” he asks, his voice gruff with disbelief. “How did you—men are falling at your feet like dominoes, and you haven’t done this?”

I feel heat rush to my cheeks as I glance away, unsure how to word it.

“There just wasn’t anyone I wanted to do it with,” I admit softly. “No one I wanted touching me like…like you.”

His eyes darken further at my confession, the intensity of his gaze making me feel like I’m burning from the inside out. I don’t want him hesitating because of it. I’ve waited so long to feel like this. I’m not letting him back out.

I feel his sharp intake of breath right before I move my hand between us, sliding it over the hardness straining against his pants.

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