Page 62 of Dirty Play

She sucks in a sharp breath, her fists tightening at her sides. “I don’t—”

“Don’t what?” I cut her off, my tone softer now. “You think I don’t feel it, too?” I close the space between us, my voice dropping. “I can still feel you wrapped around me, Livia. I can still hear you moaning. I won’t pretend that it doesn’t mean everything to me.”

Her wide and glazed eyes flick to mine, and I can see the struggle playing out in her mind.

“Rowan, this isn’t the place to…” she falters with a small wince as she shifts on her feet. Oh, my girl is thoroughly fucked.

“Show me where it hurts.” I step even closer, brushing my hand over her hip, the heat of her body searing through the thin fabric. “So, I can take care of it.”

She swallows hard, her breath coming in shallow bursts now.

When she doesn’t answer, I slip my fingers to her waist, just holding her there, my touch firm but not demanding.

“Let me help you stretch,” I murmur, my lips so close to her ear that she shivers.

“I’m doing just fine,” she argues, looking up at me through long lashes.

“You’re doing it all wrong.”

Her brows knit together in confusion, and before she can argue further, I guide her into position. My hands move to her hips, tilting her body gently but deliberately. I keep my grip steady, my thumbs brushing over the curve of her waist.

“Let yourself sink into it. Don’t fight it.”

Her breathing hitches, and I catch the way her lips part as she tries to focus, to keep it together. But I’m not going to make it easy for her.

“That’s it,” I praise her, my fingers pressing just a little harder. “Now, hold it.”

I feel the slightest tremble run through her body.

“It burns,” she whispers, her voice shaky.

“I know, baby.” I lean in closer, my lips brushing against the curve of her neck.

She’s trembling under my hands now. I can feel every small, involuntary shiver that ripples through her body. She’s trying to hide it, trying to keep her breathing steady, but I’m too damn close not to notice.

“You’re still holding tension,” I murmur, my lips so close to her ear that I know she feels the heat of my breath. “Let it go.”

I keep my touch as gentle as possible, guiding her but not pushing. I want her to trust me, to let me in, just like she did last night.

She lets out a shaky exhale, her body stiffening for half a second before she tries to do as I say. But she’s overthinking it, fighting herself instead of sinking into me.

I lean in even closer, the line of my body brushing against hers. My hands slide down her hips, deliberately slow, settling on her thighs. I’ve been in this game long enough to be able to locate problem areas as if they’re colored in red paint.

“You’re tight right here.” My thumbs press into the soft muscles on the outside of her legs, massaging in slow circles.

She exhales slowly, and I feel the slightest sway of her body as she tries to steady herself.

“Does that feel good?” I murmur, keeping my touch steady.

She makes a small sound, somewhere between a sigh and a whimper, the sound making my balls tighten.

“Just like that,” I say, my voice dipping lower, darker. “Let me take care of you.”

Her head tilts slightly like she’s fighting the pull of my words, but she doesn’t move away. She doesn’t tell me to stop.

I press my thumbs in deeper, my hands gliding just a little higher up her thighs.

“Last night,” I say, keeping my tone casual even as my grip tightens slightly, “you didn’t have a problem with my hands on you.”

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