Page 50 of Tempting Promises
He grins and runs his finger from my throat down to my core. “I get this.” He pushes my underwear to the side. “I get to lick right here.” His finger slides against my lips. “I get to taste this.” Rowan touches my clit, and I moan. “I get to sink deep into here.” I nearly scream when he pushes just knuckle deep and stops. “Do you want that, Charlotte?”
“Yes,” I say, my head falling to the side. God, I hate that he made me admit that.
“I thought so.” Then he pushes all the way in, fingering me and moving it slowly. “Look how wet you are. How much you want this.”
I return my gaze to his and then look at his pants, which are seriously tented. “And by the looks of it, you want it too.”
“I fucking hate that I do.”
“Same.”
“Then how about I find a way to shut us both up?”
I bite down on my lip as he pulls out of me. Then my underwear is gone and he moves to my bra, pulling that free and tossing it aside. I’m completely naked before him. Rowan doesn’t wait, he stands, pulling his pants off, freeing his incredible erection.
Holy fucking hell.
He moves back toward me, kneeling off to the side, and takes my hand, wrapping it around his cock. “You shouldn’t make me this hard. Not with your smart mouth and our mutual hate. But here I am, hard as stone for you.”
“And I’m aching for you even though I hate you.”
I move my hand up and down his dick and then push up onto my elbows.
“I think it’s time for you to stop talking,” Rowan says as his thumb brushes my lips.
“And how do you intend to make that happen?”
I’m really hoping it’s the idea I have.
“Put my cock in your mouth and let’s see if that works.”
He pushes his hips forward, and I don’t hesitate. I take him deep in my throat, his hands framing my face, holding me where he wants me. “That’s it, baby, let me feel the back of your throat.” His head falls back, and he thrusts, fucking my mouth, and I love it. I pump my hand with him, trying to make him lose his mind.
Not that we both haven’t clearly gone stupid—the evidence being that I have my mouth full of Rowan Whitlock’s cock and I have never been so turned on.
I lift my eyes, and he’s staring down at me. “Touch yourself, Charlotte. Touch your clit.” I move my hand down, circling it. “Good girl. Do you like that?”
I can’t speak since my mouth is a little full, but I try to tell him yes with my eyes.
He smirks. “Do you wish it was my hand there? Do you want me to fuck your cunt with my tongue?”
I raise my brows a little, and he pulls out, pushing me to the makeshift pillow and spreading my legs.
Rowan’s tongue slides against my clit and then he’s feasting on me. There’s no slow, soft building. It’s straight savage. I raise my arms over my head to hold on to the stone on the fireplace. “Holy shit!” I yell as he moves his tongue in the most amazing direction. “Yes! Oh, right there!” I tell him, and my body starts to tremble. I have never gotten this close this fast. Normally, it takes a good ten to fifteen minutes and a lot of imaginative thinking on my part to push myself there.
But there’s none of that now.
It’s as though he’s in my brain, knowing exactly what I like, how I like it, and how to deliver it.
“Rowan,” I pant. “Please, don’t stop.”
The bastard doesn’t listen. He lifts his head, his thumb just resting on my clit. “You said stop.”
I lift my head, glaring at him. “I said don’t stop!”
He pushes down, adding just a little more pressure. “You liked my head between your legs?”
I groan, dropping back down.
