Page 76 of Dirty Play

“You’re never good.” I shudder, my fingers tangling in his hair.

“True.” His lips press against my skin as his hands slide lower. “Stand up,” he whispers before planting one last kiss on my neck.

I look at him, a little confused, as his hands help me ease off his lap.

“Do you know how beautiful you are?” He watches me with a small smile, his eyes raking over my body.

I feel my face heat up at his words as I stand before him.

Rowan leans back against the chair, legs spread wide, his hands resting on his thighs. The heat in his gaze makes my pulse stutter, my breaths coming short.

“Undress for me, baby.” His voice is low, edged with hunger.

“Rowan…” My face burns, and I shake my head.

His smirk deepens, all dark and wicked.

“You want me to go first?” he asks, leaning further back, his legs spread. My eyes drop to his tattooed hands as his fingers start unbuckling his belt. “I’ll take something off for you,” he drawls, shifting his hips up as he pulls the belt out of the loops. “And then you take something off for me.”

“That’s not fair,” I breathe out, watching the sliver of his V-line flashing below his hoodie as he raises his hips off the chair. God, he looks sinful. “I only have my dress.”

“Lucky me,” he says, mischief dripping in his voice.

He tilts his head, eyes roaming over my body like he’s already unwrapping me with his mind.

“Your turn.” His belt clatters to the floor before his hands return to the button of his pants.

I shift on my feet, suddenly hyper-aware of how little space separates us. My hands tremble as they reach for the zipper of my dress. I’ve never done this before. My fingers falter, and I swallow.

“Baby, look at me.” His voice softens just enough to make my stomach flip.

I meet his gaze as he leans forward to place both hands on each side of my hips. “You’re safe with me. Always.” His eyes flick up to meet mine, dark and sure. “And you’re the best fucking view I’ve ever seen.” His hands slide up my thighs before vanishing completely as he leans back down, leaving me standing between his legs.

I want to do this for him. With him.

I exhale, steadying myself, and pull the zipper down. The soft fabric loosens against my body, slipping off my shoulders.

Rowan’s jaw tightens. His fingers flex against his thighs like he’s restraining himself from yanking me onto his lap.

“That’s it, baby,” he rasps. “Keep going.”

I let the dress slip lower, exposing the smooth curves of my skin inch by inch. His gaze darkens, tracking every movement.

When the dress pools at my feet, I fight the urge to cover myself. I’m standing before him in just my lacy green panties and bra, my body bared under the weight of his stare.

“Fucking hell.” His voice is rough, strained. “Look at you.”

A shiver races down my spine as I bring my arms up to cover myself, nerves prickling at my skin. But Rowan sees it, feels it. He shifts, and his hands wrap around me like a safety net.

“Don’t hide from me,” he murmurs before leaning forward to place a kiss on my tummy. “You’re breathtaking.”

A thrill pulses through me, sending heat straight to my core.

I reach for the clasp of my bra, my fingers shaking, but before I can unhook it, I hear Rowan’s voice, low and deep.

“Stop.”

I freeze.

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