“Those beautiful lips of yours are first, and once I’m finished there, I’ll make my way to something sweeter.” Trailing upward, he brushed his fingertips along her inner thigh, the skin softer than he imagined. “Here.”
Greedy, she scooted closer, wanting his hand higher. With a brush of his knuckles, he tested his limits, and fought the urge to fall to his knees. “And here.” Back and forth he stroked, applying light pressure. “I would spend an eternity here.”
She squirmed closer again. “What else would you do there?”
Not willing to take the bait yet, he moved on. “Next would be these.” Cupping a breast roughly, he massaged a groan out of her. “They’re mine to do whatever I want with.”
“I’ve never done that before,” she rushed out, more than a little excited by the thought. “A man has never… you know… with them.”
With no bra in his way, he gave her nipple a pinch. “Baby, there’s not a single part of your body that I’m not going to fuck, and if you have a problem with that, you need to say so now.”
Their faces inches apart, he held his breath, waiting for a reply.
“I do not have a problem with that.” Eyes wide, she nodded enthusiastically. “At all.”
“Did you see that mark on Jamison?” he asked, burying his face in her neck. “The one left by Liam?”
“Yes.”
“That’s nothing compared to what I’m going to do to you. I’ll try not to leave bruises, but the marks made by my teeth you’ll wear proudly. Understood?”
“Yes, sir.”
Well, there went his limits. The fine line of control he was holding slipped, and Rowan hoped to God he didn’t sound as chaotic as he felt. Those whimpers coming out of her weren’t helping either.
“You can mark me everywhere.” She propped a booted foot on the counter, hooking a heel on the edge before adding a second foot to join the first. “Any place you want.”
He leaned back, unable to resist the urge to look. To see what was being offered. “You haven’t kissed me yet.” Wider and wider, her legs spread. “Please kiss me, Rowan.”
And with that, his brain checked right the fuck out.
Their lips collided, tongues sliding in harmony with the strokes of his hand between her legs. Making circles with two fingers over her clit, he gave up when the temptation became too much and sank one in deep. She shuddered and grunted against his mouth, those little claws of hers digging at his shoulders.
“Want one more?” He nibbled on her lower lip. Slow. They should be going slow, but God damn, the way she was grinding on his hand didn’t leave much choice. “Or two?”
“Two.” Releasing his shoulders to brace her hands on the counter, she arched back, lifting her hips to roll in time with each thrust. “Give me two more.”
He slipped a second one in, stretching her for a third, but impatient as ever, she grabbed his wrist, urging him to go harder. “That’s only one more, Rowan.”
“Greedy girl.” He pulled her tight against him and drove a third finger in, all the while using his thumb to rub circles on her clit. “Is that what you want?”
“I’m cl-close.” Eyes rolled upward to where only the whites could be seen, she moaned. “Fuck. Oh, fuck. I’m going to come.”
He kissed her, quick and light, and withdrew his fingers. “No, ma’am.” Dragging her from the counter, he set her to stand on wobbly feet. “The first time I make you come, you’ll do it on my face. I want that sweetness dripping down my throat while you scream.”
“Ok-kay.” Heavy-lidded with lust, she swayed as if drunk. “Okay.”
Reaching behind her, he ripped the zipper down on the dress. Annabeth gasped, and he winced. He hadn’t meant to be so aggressive, but his hands were shaking, and if he didn’t get his mouth on her in the next second, he might die.
Sliding the dark material from her shoulders, he lowered it to hang around her waist. “You are so beautiful.”
Her cheeks went red as he took his time memorizing every curve and inch of her body. Bending down, Rowan ran his tongue over a nipple and sucked the tight bud between his teeth for good measure.
As he sucked, she shoved at the dress until it pooled at her feet. “The zipper for my boots is in the back. You’ll have to help me.”
“No, sweetheart.” Rowan kissed his way back up, abandoning the most perfect set of breasts he’d ever seen. “The boots stay on while I fuck you.”
She shivered, planting her hands on his chest. “Can I take your shirt off?”