Page 146 of Tempting Promises
“Rowan,” she pants as I start to play with both holes, not knowing how far she’ll let me push this, but time is of the essence, so I use all my tricks.
She doesn’t shove me away or protest, so I enter her in both places, all the while fucking her with my tongue. Charlotte’s hands move to my hair, holding me there as her body trembles. I move my thumb inside her, then my finger in her ass, alternating them while my tongue laps at her. Without warning, she screams, and as her body starts to sink down, I move to catch her.
“Good girl, now face the wall, hands there.” I arrange her while she’s still panting and unable to speak. “Stay there,” I command.
She turns her head, her dark, wet hair moving around her, and I adjust her hips, driving in without preamble.
“Fuck!” she screams.
“God, you’re so tight!” I say at the same time.
Then I fuck her. My hips shift, pushing in and out, and the sound of wet skin hitting wet skin echoes in the small bathroom.
I use my one hand, grabbing her hair and pulling her head back as I dominate her. “That’s it, baby, you like when I fuck you hard.”
She whimpers. “Yes.”
“You like when I take control?” I ask, feeling feral as I slam into her.
“Yes!”
“Do you want me to fuck this pussy hard so you feel it all day?”
“Please,” Charlotte groans.
I slap her ass hard and jerk my hips. The way she tightens around me is too much. I move my hand to cover hers, the diamond ring rests against my palm. “Mine,” I say.
“Yours.”
“Mine!” I say louder, needing her to hear it. I know it’s caveman, but God, she brings it out of me. And, even though I’m claiming her, she’s claimed every part of me right back.
That thought sends me over the edge, and I pump my hips faster, my orgasm coming at a speed that can’t be slowed.
Two more deep thrusts, and I yell her name as I come so hard my knees buckle. I crumple against her back, her body being the only thing holding me.
It takes me a moment before I can get control of myself and stand, pulling out of her and then turning her to kiss her tenderly.
Charlotte’s arms wrap around me, the two of us shaken by the intense sex. She pulls back a little to look at me. “You did pretty good for two minutes.”
I smile, kissing her nose. “You bring out the best in me.”
“Well, at least someone does because, before me, you were pretty pathetic.”
“Says you.”
“And the town, babe.”
I roll my eyes. “You’re worth changing for, then.”
Charlotte kisses me. “We better hurry up before your sister finds us like this.”
I shudder. That’s one way to kill the mood. “Go get ready and please pick out my outfit so I don’t have to hear your shit about what I’m wearing.”
Seriously, what is it with women and griping about what I wear? Jeans and a T-shirt are appropriate for every occasion. Or, at least, they were before I fell in love with Charlotte. Now I’m dressing up to go to dinner? I’m a damn farmer. A cowboy. A rough-and-tumble dude. I don’t need slacks.
“Sure thing.” She gets out of the shower, and I finish two minutes later.
When I enter our bedroom, I nearly kick the box on the ground that wasn’t there when I went in. It’s a subtle jab to get that box put away, most likely. She’s laid out clothes on the bed for me. Sure enough, it’s dress pants and a button-up. I’m going to look ridiculous wearing this.
