Page 61 of Tempting Promises
Then, I limp away, trying to gain some distance, but Rowan is ten times faster and his stride is definitely longer. Not even two seconds later, an arm wraps around my middle.
I try to chew and swallow, but my mouth is stuffed.
“You stole my bar and ate it?” he asks as he spins me around.
“It’s my bar,” I try to say but it comes out more like, “If eye are.”
“You’re going to pay for this, you know that, right?”
I chew more and fight back my smile.
“Since you ate, I think it’s only fair I get to do the same.” Rowan’s voice shifts, and gone is the playful guy. Now, he’s a hunter and I’m his prey.
I rest my palms on his chest. “Then go eat.”
“Your mouth has the remnants of my meal. Open up and let me taste.”
I shouldn’t. God, I shouldn’t, but what the fuck? We’ve already made the mistakes now and agreed once we’re out of here, we will never do it again. I lean forward, my lips almost touching his. “If you want to taste, go ahead.”
The sound that comes from his chest curls my toes. Instead of kissing me, like I really want him to do, Rowan lifts me and brings me over to our makeshift bed.
“Rowan?”
“Pull your pants off.”
I look up at him. “What?”
“Take your fucking pants off. I want to eat.”
And then it hits me. Oh, well, I mean, if he’s going to make a meal out of me, I’m not going to fight him.
An orgasm will totally change my mood.
However, I’m sure as hell not willing to make things easy for him. I stare back at him, knowing how much he loves when Ichallenge him. It’s like the two of us feed off it. “If you want my pants off, then get on your knees and take them off.”
I open my legs, showing him what he could be looking at if I was naked.
Rowan’s eyes flare and I know I’ve hit that nerve. He drops down, eyes toward me. “You like pushing me, don’t you?”
“I do.”
“You like pissing me off, making me fuck you hard because you’ve driven me crazy.”
“You like it too,” I push back.
“I really wish I didn’t,” he admits.
Me too. I wish this was any other man but him.
“Tomorrow it’ll end,” I tell him, putting it out in the world that this will be the last time.
“Then we go back to just hating each other,” he says as his hand moves to my waistband. “But right now, I’m going to make you scream my name as you come on my tongue.”
“And I’m going to suck your dick until you yell as your cum drips out of my mouth.”
“Good. Now lie back, and let me have what I want.”
My pants are gone in an instant, and then Rowan removes his clothes. The two of us are naked, and the hunger I had before is different. It’s no longer about food, it’s about him and this and forgetting the absolute hell we’ve endured.
