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“You have me, baby,” he grunted above me. “You have me.”
We were nothing but desperate bodies slapping against each other after that. Neither of us holding back, but both of us very aware of the boundaries.
Baby steps.
When Lorcan hooked my leg around his elbow, there was no stopping his relentless thrusts, and I knew the explosiveness of what to come was going to knock all common sense from my brain. This gorgeous, sexy man was always going to turn me stupid with what he was capable of.
I could only hope to be able to do the same to him.
“I’m cumming, Lorcan,” I cried as the rise of desire started to simmer in my core. “I’m…don’t stop…don’t stop…”
“Not even after you cum all over me, baby,” he promised, and a few more thrusts later, pleasure was like a starburst consuming my body.
Consuming everything.
Chapter 40
Lorcan~
Guzzling my second bottle of water, I left Rowan asleep in her bed. Because Rowan was a no-nonsense kind of personality, the woman had a box of condoms under her bathroom sink, and I’d been able to take her two more times after the first.
Each time more explosive than the last.
We had also talked a bit in between sessions, and it had brought on incredible relief at how she’d been comfortable with me enough to dissect what she was feeling about what we’d done.
The fingering had been concerning for me, but she had assured me that she enjoyed it. The feeling hadn’t been painful and hadn’t felt wrong. I figured it had been because she had already been in the throes of passion, that pain and discomfort had been the farthest things from her mind.
The third time we fucked, she had tested her limits and had begged for four fingers, and it had been dirty and wild. Rowan had even let me finger her ass, and, Christ on The Cross, the woman was wilder than either one of us thought she would be.
Now, I wasn’t stupid enough to believe that just because we got through tonight without any hiccups that there wouldn’t be some in the future. I knew there was chance that her demons might catch her unaware, just like mine might and probably will if I see some asshat hitting on her or something like that. But just like her demons had nothing to do with me, mine had nothing to do with her. They were just issues that we both had to learn to master.
Feeling two soft arms wrap around my waist, I set the empty bottle on the counter, and covered her arms with mine. “Thought you were asleep.”
“I was,” she mumbled against my bare back since I was only dressed in my jeans. “But when I rolled over, you were missing.”
I turned around, and she dropped her arms, heading towards the fridge. She was dressed in my shift, and I liked it.
A lot.
“How are you feeling?”
Rowan looked over her shoulder and smirked. “Sore. But something tells me you’re fine with that answer.” Grabbing a water, she shut the refrigerator door and walked back over to me.
I took the bottle from her hands and opened it for her. “Something tells me you might be right about that.” She laughed and shook her head before taking a drink of water.
When she was done, I grabbed her by the hips and planted her fine ass on the counter. “In the kitchen?”
I huffed, offended. “Baby, by the time I’m done with you, I will have fucked you on every surface of your apartment.”
She opened her legs, so I could step in between them. “Is that so?” she said coyly.
I nodded. “Yup, and just wait until we’re at my place.”
Rowan took another drink of her water before saying, “I…I think it’s going to be okay.”
“Baby steps, Rowan,” I told her. “Just because tonight worked out, it doesn’t mean we’re both cured.”
“I know that,” she quickly replied. “I do. I just…I feel like it’s…possible, you know? Like all the things I thought weren’t going to be for me are possible now.”
