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“Fall off the edge with me, sweetheart.”
She shook violently with his name on her lips as she came. She chanted it over and over until he followed. Jerking the mask out of the way, hegripped her hair and twisted her head around so they could kiss as he filled her.
The moans tearing out of his soul were muffled by her lips, but he refused to stop kissing her. Their tongues stroking in sync with his shallow thrusts, Rowan wanted her to know. He needed her to know. Love. Plain and simple. He loved her and wanted to shout it. He wanted to tell the world that this woman was his, and he would cherish her forever.
But he didn’t.
A plan would need to be formed. A grand gesture to blow her mind. Once this Zanmi shit was over, he would come up with something. Something she would remember. Another story for them to tell.
The urgency in their kiss quieted, and he pulled out to dispose of the condom in a corner wastebasket. She collapsed on the couch, and he joined her, drawing her into his lap.
Coated in sweat, they stared at each other for a split second before bursting into laughter. “Were you thinking of remodeling?” he asked. “Because the couch goes really well over here.”
She covered her smile. He always hated when she did that. Her smile was the most stunning thing he’d ever seen and should be shared. “You took out the whole shifter section, Rowan.”
“But you’re okay?”
“Okay?” She squirmed off his lap, and knelt on the couch, looking cute as hell. “I want you to repeat after me: I will.”
Not sure where this was going, he did as she demanded. “I will.”
“Fuck Annabeth.”
He grinned, the heart in his chest beating only for her. “Fuck Annabeth.”
“Like that.”
“Like that.”
“Every time.”
God, he was going to love this woman forever.
“Every time.”
Chapter 28
Wet strands of hair clung to Jamison’s face as she glared at the closed media room door. Simone stood with her, wrinkling her nose at one of the Hollingsdale cops walking past a window by the front door.
“I can’t get any information either, then these new cops showed up two seconds before y’all did,” Simone huffed. “And where the hell is Annabeth?”
“At the bookshop with Rowan. He knew the store would be the best place for them to take shelter.”
“I’m glad I was wrong about him.”
Cocking an eyebrow, Jamison’s head slowly turned. “Did you just admit that you were wrong about something?”
Simone blinked a few times, just as surprised. “I guess I did.”
Rubbing her back in a soothing motion, Jamison smiled. “Well, I hope you like him because when I texted Annabeth, she sent back this.” She waved her phone in Simone’s face. “I think they’re going to be a hot minute or two.”
“What is that? Oh, hell. Is that an eggplant?” Simone grabbed the phone to squint at the text. “Why does it always have to be food?”
“I know. She could have at least sent a dick pic.”
Simone threw her hands up in exasperation. “I am done. Tell my daughter not to stay out late. If it comes from me, I’ll be accused of nagging.” She gripped Jamison by the chin, leveling her with a look. “I am going to bed, but if you find out something, you come tell me.”
With Simone gone, and the likelihood of Liam allowing her into the media room being zero, she placed an ear against the door. Izzy was speaking, her voice much higher than the men’s, but no less authoritative. It sounded as if she were relaying information.
