Page 49 of Tempting Promises
“Good. Then we’re both in agreement that this is a hate fuck and nothing else.”
I can get with that. Anger and sex work just fine for me. “And tomorrow this never happened?”
He laughs once. “Oh, sweetheart, don’t you worry, I’ll never breathe a word about what happens here.”
“Then shut up and kiss me.”
Rowan does, he kisses me deep and hard then scoops me into his arms, carrying me toward the fire.
He places me down, and I do everything in my power not to think about what I’m doing right now. I don’t let my mind ponderhow fucked up it is that I’m about to fuck my sister’s ex and archnemesis.
Nope.
Not thinking about it.
He lays out the sleeping bag in front of the fire before returning to me, scooping me up as though I weigh nothing.
“This is just sex,” he tells me as he lays me down.
“Nothing more,” I reiterate.
“Nothing more.” Rowan pushes my hair back, tucking it behind my ear. Then sits back on his heels and moves to my ankle and carefully undoes the splint. “Be careful when this is off,” he tells me.
“I know.”
“I just mean when I’m fucking you, making you come apart, making you fall to pieces over and over, you need to remember you’re hurt and it’s not my fault.”
I shake my head. “Or maybe when I’m bored because you’re not as good as you think, I’ll knit a sweater and think of all the other ways I could’ve been spending my time.”
Rowan’s eyes find mine and I see immediately that I made the wrong decision to challenge him.
Or maybe the right one because I am going to pay for that.
And I hope the price is in orgasms.
I could really use one that doesn’t come from my vibrator in my bedside table.
His arms are on both sides of my head and he leans in so his nose is touching mine. “The last thing you’ll be when I’m fucking you is bored.”
“Promises, promises.”
He huffs out a laugh. “You’re going to see I make good on them. Be a good girl and take off your pants, Charlotte.”
The defiant part of me wants to tell him to fuck off, but the heat in his gaze makes me keep my mouth shut and do it.
“That’s it, you deserve a reward for listening.” Rowan’s voice is smooth as he stares down at me in nothing but my bra and underwear.
“A reward?”
He nods. “I think so, good girls get rewards, bad girls get spanked.”
Yeah, so not going to admit that made my stomach—and other parts of me—clench.
“And what about you?” I ask, forcing my voice to stay even.
“What about me?”
“What if you’re good? What do you get?”
