Page 135 of Tempting Promises
I do, holding on to him as he moves us through the kitchen.
“Ouch!” I yell as he knocks me into a wall. When he does it for a second time, I pull my lips from his. “I think you should focus on walking and not giving me a concussion,” I suggest.
“Fine.”
He moves his head to the side and then climbs the stairs faster than I do on my own, let alone carrying someone.
We enter my bedroom, and he kicks the door shut with his foot before tossing me—yes, tossing me—onto the bed.
He pulls off his shirt, staring at me. “Take off your clothes unless you want me to rip them off.”
I pull my hat off, throw it to the side, and then I pull my shirt over my head. “Lose the pants,” I tell him.
The two of us get undressed, and then, like two planets colliding, we move to each other. He kisses me like a man crazed. Our hands are grasping for one another, his one hand is holding the back of my head, mine is grabbing his ass. The two of us are messy and amazing and I love it.
His kiss is demanding, and I open to him, letting him kiss me so deeply I feel it in the tips of my toes.
He moves his mouth from mine and down the column of my throat, nipping at the spot where my neck meets my shoulder. I moan as his tongue soothes the spot.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says, kissing down the slope of my shoulder. “So perfect and so fucking mine.”
I am his. I can’t even deny it. I love this man in a way I never thought possible, let alone even existed.
“You’re mine too,” I say, moving my hands up his big arms and to his face. “All mine.”
He kisses me again, robbing the breath from my lungs, but at the same time filling me up.
He climbs onto the bed and then hooks his hands under my knees, dropping me onto my back.
“It’s been days I’ve had to go without you,” he says, his eyes soft.
“I know, baby.”
“Days that I didn’t get to kiss you.”
“I know, baby.”
He rubs his nose against mine. “Days I haven’t gotten to touch you, feel your skin against mine, taste you, or feel how good it is when I’m deep inside you.”
“You’re here now,” I remind him.
“I’m going to make love to you now, sweetheart, because after I do, I’m going to fuck you so hard you can’t walk without thinking of how big my cock is.”
I grin. “Sounds like a plan to me.”
Rowan kisses me softly before moving down my body, his tongue makes a swirl around my nipple before he takes it in his mouth, sucking harder. My fingers dig into the back of his head, moaning when he moves to the other breast.
“That’s it, baby, let me hear how much you like it,” Rowan encourages.
He toys with me before moving down farther, kissing my belly and then pushing my knees apart. He settles between my legs, his eyes finding mine before he brings his tongue to my clit, sliding it up and down.
“Yes,” I moan, keeping my eyes on him. “You feel so good.”
Again, he makes the same motion. I watch him lick and suck until it becomes too much and my head drops back.
Rowan stops.
“Eyes, baby. I want your eyes. Watch me love you. Watch me make you come.”
