Page 125 of Somebody's Watching Me
His brows drew tight, and he turned to face her. “But are you into it?”
“I like reading about it.” She shrugged. “But I’ve never tried it.”
And she never would.
“So, what in all these books would you, Annabeth Howard, like to try?”
He already knew she enjoyed a little dirty talk and being bossed around. On Friday nights, she did anything he demanded with a yes, sir, and a smile on her face.
“I’m kind of into the whole mask thing.” Her gaze snapped to the wolf mask resting on his forehead. “I just read a book where the male character wore one while he and the woman did their thing.”
Mask. Dirty talk. Being dominant. He filed the list away. Those things were easy to give, but he couldn’t do it now. The phone in his pocket was buzzing away with messages. They had to get back.
“Rowan?”
“Yeah, sweetheart?”
“Will you kiss me again?”
Hell.
His brain gave him a hundred reasons to stay where he was, far away and distanced enough that he couldn’t touch. But the rest of his body parts told it to fuck off and sent him on his way.
Approaching slowly, he came to lean on the counter. Nervous and—if he didn’t know any better—almost shy, she licked her lips, weakening his resolve a little more.
“You probably don’t want to.” She stared at the floor. “I bet I look like something fromNight of the Living Dead.”
She didn’t, and even if she did, he would still want her. For once, he wished she could see herself as he did.
Strong.
Brave.
Brilliant.
Cupping her jaw, he stroked a thumb over the streak of mascara drying on her cheek. “I will never not want to kiss you.”
They were alone, locked in a dark bookshop. A place where she was comfortable. A place far from the prying ears and eyes of Haven House. This was the first real chance he’d had to push things between them without the threat of someone barging in.
Time was the only issue. They didn’t have much.
Better make it count.
“Open your legs.”
It took a second, but just when he thought she was going to say no, her knees parted, allowing him closer. “Is the door locked?” she asked.
The breath in his lungs snagged. “Yes, ma’am.”
Her legs spread further, the already short dress rising to her hips. No underwear. Rowan thought he might die. His girl had no underwear on, and the sight nearly finished him off.
“Where do you want to kiss me?”
The warnings that they didn’t have much time went silent. His mind was stuck in a trance as he openly stared at the bare flesh begging to be licked and sucked and properly fucked as only he could do.
“I have a list.” Gently, he reminded himself. Annabeth talked a big game, but he didn’t want her to become skittish. As lightly as he could, Rowan traced her thigh with his finger. “Would you like to hear it?”
She bit down on her bottom lip and nodded.
