Page 56 of Dirty Play

He groans, low and primal, his head dropping forward as his hips jerk into my touch.

“Jesus Christ, Livia,” he growls, his voice rough like gravel as he closes his eyes for a moment, collecting himself.

When he looks back at me, his expression is feral, his lips curling into a dark, wicked smile.

“Just me,” he murmurs, leaning down to kiss me again, his lips claiming mine. He bites my bottom lip, tugging gently before pulling back just enough to whisper against my mouth, “No one touches you like this. Just me.”

“Yes.” I nod, my body trembling beneath him, heat and excitement warring with the last shred of rational thought I have left. But the rational part of my brain doesn’t stand a chance, not with Rowan looking at me like this, touching me like this.

And honestly, rationality be damned. I know letting the captain of the Panthers in my bed could bite me in the ass. But I’m also powerless to justify anything except how badly I want him.

Rowan growls softly, his hand sliding up the side of my back. His hands are rough and impatient, and when he can’t find the zipper, his eyes flash with frustration.

“You’ve got three seconds to unzip this fucking dress,” he says, his voice low and full of warning, “or I’m ripping it off you.”

My breath catches at the raw, hungry look in his eyes, the threat sending a fresh wave of heat through me. With shaky hands, I reach behind me, fumbling with the zipper as he watches, his gaze burning into me.

He doesn’t waste a second, tugging my dress down my body until the fabric bunches around my waist. My breath hitches as the cool air hits my breasts, my nipples painfully hard.

“You’re fucking perfect,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough. He leans down, his lips brushing against my collarbone before moving lower.

pure sin, a slow, agonizing drag of heat that has me arching closer, desperate for more.

My head tips back when his mouth closes around one nipple, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak. It feels like fire and pure sin, a slow, agonizing drag of heat that has me arching into his mouth, desperate for more. His hand slides up to cup my other breast, his thumb rubbing slow, teasing circles over my skin. I can’t hold back the moan that escapes me when he nips gently, his teeth grazing before he soothes the spot with his tongue.

Then he slides his down my side, over the curve of my hip, until it’s back between my legs. His fingers slide through my lips. My thighs tremble around him when he finds my swollen clit again, drawing a loud moan out of my throat.

“Christ, baby,” he groans. “You’re so ready.”

I can barely think, let alone speak, when he pulls back just enough to look me in the eyes.

“Undo my belt,” he orders.

My fingers shake as I reach for his waist, fumbling with the buckle, his eyes burn into mine. I manage to undo it, pulling the leather free with a soft hiss of metal. I feel the hardness of him straining against the fabric of his pants, and when I hesitate for just a moment, his hand covers mine.

“Take it out,” he says, his tone patient, guiding me.

I obey, sliding the zipper down and slipping my hand inside. My fingers wrap around him, and my eyes widen at the sheer size. He’s hard as steel and so impossibly big in my hand. My stomach twists with nerves and anticipation.

“See what you do to me?” he says, his hips shifting as I touch him.

I bite my lip and slowly start sliding my hand down. He sucks in a sharp breath, his eyes closing momentarily.

He’s hot and thick in my hand, the velvety feel of his cock sending waves of heat between my legs.

His hand leaves me just long enough to shove his pants down, and then his fingers move to the buttons on his shirt, flicking them open with a kind of impatient ease that makes my stomach tighten.

Holy. Hell.

The fabric falls off his shoulders, revealing cut abs, broad shoulders, and ink trailing down his arms—dark lines over hard muscle, a lethal combination of strength and every bad decision I’ve ever wanted to make. He hovers over me, raw intensity burning in his eyes.

He cups my face, leaning in to kiss me softly, the gentleness of it contrasting with the roughness of his voice.

“Don’t worry, baby,” he murmurs, his voice a low rasp against my lips. “We’ll make it fit.”

A gasp slips past my lips at his words.

“You’re taking all of me in this pretty little pussy,” he murmurs, his voice laced with a dark promise. “Every fucking inch.”

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