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I shook my head. “All of it.”
Lorcan ran his hands through his hair in frustration. “I’m not following, Rowan.”
“I prefer sex without foreplay,” I finally told him. “If I like a guy enough to have sex with him, he doesn’t need to keep convincing me with foreplay.” I was very aware the shit I was saying sounded stupid as hell, but in for a stupid penny, in for a stupid pound.
“So, what? You just bend over, and he slides right on in?”
“Pretty much.”
His brows drew inward a bit as he stared at me, wondering if I was serious or not. “No lips, no fingers, no hands, no…any of that?”
I tried my best to look smug instead of anxious. “Told you we weren’t compatible.”
He chuckled darkly. “If you think I’m not down to just bend you over and fuck you like you’re my toy, you’re so very wrong, baby.”
My core clenched and leaked a little, and lack of foreplay wasn’t going to be a problem with Lorcan Cavanaugh if I got this turned on just by his words and the kiss we shared earlier.
“What happened to all those filthy things you wanted to do to me?”
“Clearly, you haven’t been fucked the right way if you think fucking without foreplay can’t be just as filthy,” he replied smoothly.
“Well, prove it then,” I challenged.
There was a calculating glint in his eyes, but he didn’t pounce like I thought he would. Instead, he asked, “Is kissing okay? I’m assuming it is from earlier, but I’d prefer to get clarification on it.”
“Kissing is fine,” I clarified.
His grey eyes smoldered. “Then come here.”
Still dressed in his business attire, I was only clad in a pair of cut off pajama pants and a baggy hoodie. It wasn’t the sexiest look around, but he’s the one who showed up here uninvited, not the other way around.
My bare feet were silent as I made my way to where Lorcan stood in the middle of my living room. When I stood in front of him, his hands were back to cradling my face like at the bar earlier, and those lips were back on mine in a scorching kiss that I could feel in every damn nerve ending.
Wishing I had the courage to put my arms around his neck, I settled for wrapping my hands around his wrists, and kissed him back with everything I was capable of giving. Lorcan still tasted like bourbon, and I liked it.
Losing myself in the way he owned my mouth, I was able to enjoy the pleasure because, holy shit, could Lorcan Cavanaugh kiss. It was sensual yet commanding. There was no inexperience happening here, and I knew it was going to be the same once he got inside me.
The thought had me ready for what was to come. The irony wasn’t lost on me that, even with my past being what it was, I think I would still have opted to forego foreplay with as badly as I was turned on right now.
Breaking off the kiss, my harsh breaths panting against his lips, I said, “I’m ready.”
“Rowa-”
Not caring about anything else but making this happened, I walked over to the other side of the couch, and got on all fours, like a true slut.
Reaching back, I started pushing my shorts and underwear over my thighs, when Lorcan’s voice reached me from behind. “Let me.”
Gladly.
Bracing all my weight on my arms and knees, I already had a pillow clutched in my hands, ready to take my screams. There was no way I wasn’t going to be screaming my head off with the size of the man.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Lorcan swore, his hands pulling my ass cheeks apart. “You’re fucking beautiful.”
His words washed over me, but before I could lose myself completely, I asked, “You have a condom, right?”
“Yeah, I do,” he answered, and when his hands left my ass and I heard the sound of his zipper, I knew this was it.
Chapter 28
